<?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-6172099</id><updated>2012-01-23T08:02:39.108-08:00</updated><category term='Elders Burden of Age'/><title type='text'>CoReDumP</title><subtitle type='html'>...... A Place Under The Sun to Core Dump .......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172099.post-1022213816566667614</id><published>2012-01-23T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:02:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A poem that stirs my very  "soul", if i ever have one ....The Pale Blue Dot [1] http://tinyurl.com/palebluedot[2] "Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On iteveryone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of,every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregateof our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions,ideologies, and economic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/1022213816566667614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=1022213816566667614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/1022213816566667614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/1022213816566667614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-that-stirs-my-very-soul-if-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-3139108529732926983</id><published>2010-03-07T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:01:39.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elders Burden of Age'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EldersYour heart is revealed in the way you treat the elders.Like children, the elders are sometimes a burden. But unlikechildren, they offer no hope or promise. They are a weight andan enucmbrance and a mirror of our own mortality.It takes a personof great heart to see past this fact and to see the wisdom eldershave to offer, and to serve them out the gratitude for the lifethey have passed on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/3139108529732926983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=3139108529732926983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/3139108529732926983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/3139108529732926983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2010/03/elders-your-heart-is-revealed-in-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-5640366145153481455</id><published>2009-12-02T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:55:06.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after moving to a new place i had to setup my home network. when i connected my first laptop to the comcast modem , everything was "hunky-dory". so , just before i connected the wireless router i tried to directly connect the other laptop. this lead to "limited or unavailable network connectivity".i tried "ipconfig /all" on the XP cmd window. this responded with a strange looking 169 ip address. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/5640366145153481455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=5640366145153481455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/5640366145153481455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/5640366145153481455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-moving-to-new-place-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-8727515135818775758</id><published>2008-04-20T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:41:53.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a dreambiological systems solve a lot of problems , every little slice of time. these systems must have both short and long term strategies. a strategy however is not sufficient to survive. the strategies formed must somehow evolve or accommodate tactics.an example might be : sleep . when sleeping an organism must wake up before it is subsumed by another.in case of plants - the organism </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/8727515135818775758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=8727515135818775758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/8727515135818775758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/8727515135818775758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-dream-biological-systems-solve.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-116972269013886893</id><published>2007-01-25T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:33:21.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday , 0219 hrs PST ,Menlo Park , CAit was a spiritual experience.i witnessed an orchestera perform . motionless at the same time with a movement. a cadence , a dance , a ballet , a work of art that will leave michelangelo's sculptures gasping and grappling for life. roger federer - andy roddick , australian open : with roddick having the best view of a genius at work.flowing water that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/116972269013886893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=116972269013886893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/116972269013886893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/116972269013886893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2007/01/thursday-0219-hrs-pst-menlo-park-ca-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-116717814070983679</id><published>2006-12-26T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:42:21.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the niagra dreamit all happened suddenly . it should have been a great event in a lifetime.i always thought it would be.  we - i had a companion who had seen the niagra maybe many times - set off to the great falls.the journey was more uneventful than going to work on 101 each workday.niagra appears at you ,just like that, on the left side. it takes no effort to see it. no long lines ,no tickets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/116717814070983679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=116717814070983679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/116717814070983679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/116717814070983679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2006/12/niagra-dream-it-all-happend-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-116610838138005664</id><published>2006-12-14T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:59:41.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time of your life - green dayAnother turning point;a fork stuck in the road.Time grabs you by the wrist;directs you where to go.So make the best of this testand don't ask why.It's not a questionbut a lesson learned in time.It's something unpredictablebut in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life.So take the photographsand still frames in your mind.Hang it on a shelfIn good health</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/116610838138005664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=116610838138005664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/116610838138005664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/116610838138005664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-of-your-life-green-day-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-114920151017284664</id><published>2006-06-01T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:25:02.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is "self"? In very rare cases where a patient has seizures that start independently on either side of the brain and spread, a corpus callosum section may be recommended. Also called corpus callosotomy, this procedure involves severing the fibers connecting the two halves (hemispheres) of the brain. Disconnecting the two hemispheres helps stop the spread of seizures in the brain and may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/114920151017284664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=114920151017284664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/114920151017284664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/114920151017284664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-self-in-very-rare-cases-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-114141461750562541</id><published>2006-03-03T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:33:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching Roger Federer play tennis makes you feel like it's an easy game. Until you get out there and try and hit the same way. But then, so many have voiced this opinion ...to me the way his racket glides will always be : "Poetry in Motion".This week and the next , lesser gods(!) are playing at the mountain view open. Just watching them makes you want to hit the tennis ball better . So much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/114141461750562541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=114141461750562541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/114141461750562541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/114141461750562541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2006/03/watching-roger-federer-play-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-111700378793147564</id><published>2005-05-24T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T02:15:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on my feet againwhen the world toppleshead before heelsthe earth moveshands and all feetlife minglesmeaning crumblestime stopsfeelings nimblepast perfectpresent tensenothing cymbalsperfect dayyou hopeyou hopeyou hopeyou hope</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/111700378793147564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=111700378793147564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/111700378793147564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/111700378793147564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-my-feet-again-when-world-topples.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-110439079989723672</id><published>2004-12-29T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:13:19.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Words are the key , they will open any door ..." - Nambi Sankaran , circa 2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/110439079989723672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=110439079989723672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/110439079989723672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/110439079989723672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/12/words-are-key-they-will-open-any-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-109881408250351466</id><published>2004-10-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T13:25:33.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People can be forgiven for overrating language. Words make noise, or sit on a page, for all to hear and see. Thoughts are trapped inside the head of the thinker. To know what someone else is thinking, or to talk to each other about the nature of thinking, we have to use — what else, words! It is no wonder that many commentators have trouble even conceiving of thought without words — or is it that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/109881408250351466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=109881408250351466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/109881408250351466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/109881408250351466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/10/people-can-be-forgiven-for-overrating.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-109407346826366061</id><published>2004-09-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:17:48.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only when there is light , there is shadow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/109407346826366061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=109407346826366061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/109407346826366061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/109407346826366061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/09/only-when-there-is-light-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-109108452215871689</id><published>2004-07-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:02:02.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Third Wind  I hear my breath. It's ragged , fighting and asking for more than it can get.I want to be able to gulp copious amounts of air and let it out in equally large quantities. This must be how it feels to struggle for breath.This *is* how it feels to struggle for breath.Nothing brings the mind into sharp focus like the struggle for survival.This is what i am doing - struggling to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/109108452215871689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=109108452215871689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/109108452215871689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/109108452215871689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/07/third-wind-i-hear-my-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107932381834544805</id><published>2004-03-14T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T16:55:31.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sin City i had written this in 1999 - after about 3 months in the U.S. Lots has changed since then - but this account is still quite accurate to memory. This is the unabridged , unedited , original :-) , so please bear w/ the language."An Ode to the Flower of Utah"I had a 3 day most wonderful trip to Nevada.If you scan yahoo map and type U.S + map you should be able to locate this wonderful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107932381834544805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107932381834544805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107932381834544805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107932381834544805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/03/sin-city-what-u-can-afford.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107743936676440873</id><published>2004-02-22T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:45:31.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can we have more ?"Success is not always final. If you build a better mousetrap, nature will breed a smarter mouse."- Sol Broad"Everyone always says to be yourself... like 'yourself' is this definite thing... like a toaster, or something."- Angela, from My So-Called Life"Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans."- John Steinbeck</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107743936676440873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107743936676440873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107743936676440873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107743936676440873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/02/can-we-have-more-success-is-not-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107440176446431988</id><published>2004-01-17T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:24:56.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Code Parlor Here is what i am thinking of these days . Have a place for guys who'd rather be coding to meet in one place and code. Something like a code parlor. This will also be a place where we programmers can discuss the problems we face .Most of us really require the atmosphere. We also need to meet like minds at least in our time zone :-) . We hardly socialize - coz we'd rather be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107440176446431988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107440176446431988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107440176446431988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107440176446431988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/01/code-parlor-mach-speeds-we-need-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107309784769064706</id><published>2004-01-02T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T18:44:25.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Days RamblingsToday mom blogged again. Each time she does this , it makes me happy. It's like seeing a child learn. Taking the first steps in blog space is quite amazing. It's sitting out there and you do this and you have said what you want to say . People who want to know about, to see  how you are will know where to look. They just need to point their browsers to their loved blogs.It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107309784769064706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107309784769064706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107309784769064706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107309784769064706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/01/days-ramblings-today-mom-blogged-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107303245528977463</id><published>2004-01-02T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T00:34:33.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Itself - or why opensourceThe subject title "Life Itself " is taken from Francis Crick's book - his philosophy . For a lot of people who work on opensource day and night there is a light at the end of darkness - this is why we live and breathe and run and walk - so the world is a better place when you leave it than when u started living it .Here is the source of all the predawn candles - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107303245528977463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107303245528977463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107303245528977463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107303245528977463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2004/01/life-itself-or-why-opensource-subject.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107293628744156211</id><published>2003-12-31T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:12:30.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year's Eve Special Broadcast :-)Ok ,so i am a self-confessed workaholic . Today is the 31st December 2003 , the last day of a month and a year and the last time when the last date of a year will match my age...in gregorian calendar years of course.And i am at work.So , it's a good thing i am a procrastinator . I wanted to blog yesterday and could NOT have written that opening line but ......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107293628744156211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107293628744156211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107293628744156211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107293628744156211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2003/12/new-years-eve-special-broadcast-ok-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107247579856129987</id><published>2003-12-26T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T01:01:17.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Answer to Brain Memory Storagehttp://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/techscience/story/0,4386,227249,00.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107247579856129987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107247579856129987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107247579856129987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107247579856129987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2003/12/answer-to-brain-memory-storage.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107232688658590249</id><published>2003-12-24T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T20:35:02.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought of the day  If George W. Bush would speak his mind, he'd be speechless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107232688658590249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107232688658590249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107232688658590249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107232688658590249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2003/12/thought-of-day-if-george-w.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107198368123422204</id><published>2003-12-20T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T21:14:56.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RSS Demystified :-). One of the better articles of this 'new' tech trend.http://www.xml.com/lpt/a/2002/12/18/dive-into-xml.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107198368123422204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107198368123422204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107198368123422204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107198368123422204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2003/12/rss-demystified.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107198022945172808</id><published>2003-12-20T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T21:11:09.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some LifeSavers that prevent your PC from getting hurt.The SpyBot Search And Destroy Donation Ware : Great Work http://download.com.com/3000-2144-10122137.html?part=104443&amp;subj=dlpage&amp;tag=buttonAd Ware - freeware from lavasoft - told me Microsoft has a tracking s/w in IE - it's that good !http://majorgeeks.com/download.php?det=506And Finally , a Microsoft programmer who opens his source </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107198022945172808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107198022945172808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107198022945172808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107198022945172808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2003/12/some-lifesavers-that-prevent-your-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107161969850390500</id><published>2003-12-16T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:19:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ThanksGiving Break Air travel to Sioux Falls was uneventful - even the planes were on time. Then my niece came into my arms at the airport - which felt pretty good and my ego was floating out there in the 10th heaven momentarily until my sister went on to tell me  :" ...o ,yeah ,she's quite social. she goes to almost everyone ..." karashboom fa-laat - that's how hard 'it' fell , though i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107161969850390500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107161969850390500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107161969850390500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107161969850390500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2003/12/thanksgiving-break-air-travel-to-sioux.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107127993256420899</id><published>2003-12-12T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:45:45.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought(s) of the dayWhat if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream ?Or what's worse , what if only that fat guy in the third row exists ?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107127993256420899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107127993256420899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107127993256420899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107127993256420899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2003/12/thoughts-of-day-what-if-nothing-exists.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107103542065320512</id><published>2003-12-09T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T10:52:45.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is powerful stuffI think we can use some of it for India and all based on SolarEnergy / Wind Energy / Stationary Bicycle ( So , you could lose weight and generate power :-)) The guy looks at different types of power generation models and keeps an open mind for new technologies which are open source at the same time and free as in freedom (FSF)The Gujarat company helping Jhai : http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107103542065320512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107103542065320512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107103542065320512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107103542065320512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/2003/12/this-is-powerful-stuff-i-think-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Monish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322790336829536249</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-6172099.post-107066723426157259</id><published>2003-12-05T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T15:37:26.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Urukhai's of the World Unite!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urukhai.blogspot.com/feeds/107066723426157259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172099&amp;postID=107066723426157259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172099/posts/default/107066723426157259'/><link rel='self' 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