<?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-3271469593304696364</id><updated>2012-02-02T07:11:41.429+05:30</updated><category term='dragging on'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='engagement tag'/><category term='unlabel'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Mumbai to Chennai'/><category term='Mera Bharat Mahan'/><category term='Must..Get..Ready..For..School..'/><category term='Little Niece'/><category term='bags'/><category term='domestic woes; school'/><category term='Gimme Firefox'/><category term='movies'/><category term='New Year; Running; Mumbai Half Marathon'/><category term='books'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='wild-life'/><category term='ECR Run Coming Up'/><category term='me; gender bender; ms.shortypants'/><category term='Me; Running'/><category term='typhoid tales'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Tamizh'/><category term='train'/><category term='Will Smith? 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lists; moving on'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Michael J Fox'/><category term='Frank McCourt'/><category term='plastic waste'/><category term='mumbai marathon'/><category term='Misanthrope'/><category term='My Fuse All Blown For Silly Reasons'/><category term='fever'/><category term='1200 kilometers'/><category term='driving'/><category term='Walking Advertisement Boards; Serena Williams'/><category term='Chennai Marathon 10K; Life is Beaoootiful'/><category term='do the walk of life?'/><category term='tambramness'/><category term='ayodhya riots'/><category term='astrid lindgren wrote the pippi longstocking books'/><category term='Mumbai; Monster; Mum'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Cambodia'/><category term='i wish smoking were my only vice'/><category term='Parul Sharma'/><category term='me'/><category term='Richie Rich'/><category term='moths'/><category term='Pittsburgh'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='flights'/><category term='Me; Life in the fast lane'/><category term='Start Frowning'/><category term='Airtel Delhi Half Marathon; Sub-2 Finally'/><category term='Mumbaihelps'/><category term='ironing'/><category term='dog'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='book'/><category term='award'/><category term='After All These Years...'/><category term='Home Sweat Home'/><category term='daughters'/><category term='Zed&apos;s Dead Baby'/><category term='MIT'/><category term='lunch'/><category term='life'/><category term='vacation time baby'/><category term='parents'/><category term='Myths'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='running'/><category term='Scopus.com'/><category term='multiple hats'/><category term='food'/><category term='new place'/><category term='my school days'/><category term='monster; me'/><category term='Update'/><category term='The Monster is Asleep. Uff.'/><category term='CBSE Math'/><category term='lessons learnt'/><category term='swearing'/><category term='Ms.SmartyPants'/><category term='Driving Tales'/><category term='deepavali'/><category term='feet'/><category term='Sony Vaio Sucks Royally'/><title type='text'>the blog formerly known as musings from mumbai</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>425</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-5382623276741084320</id><published>2012-02-01T10:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:01:05.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Monster At Large!</title><summary type='text'>
I have to note this somewhere, lest I forget. So here I go, taking the plunge...

POTUS has been away for the past few days. We are struggling a bit to manage - like Bannu, I ought to give myself a quantitative evaluation criterion for this - but instead I get the idea to have a spiked drink from her blogpost. Vodka Sprite with ice hit the spot really well last night. I would hesitate to call it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5382623276741084320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5382623276741084320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5382623276741084320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5382623276741084320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2012/02/monster-at-large.html' title='Monster At Large!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-2558031984715825725</id><published>2012-01-29T11:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:35:57.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I am back</title><summary type='text'>
I know my English teacher would have cringed if I put in an ampersand in the title. And if I started with an ampersand. And so on. But! I have had my PMS-ed outing for anon and feel all super liberated and free as a consequence and anyhow its not like you come here for lessons in grammar or whatever, right?

So, I sat down and thought about a lot of things. I slept extra. I always sleep extra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2558031984715825725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2558031984715825725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2558031984715825725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2558031984715825725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-back.html' title='&amp; I am back'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-2017893474585805317</id><published>2012-01-27T14:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:32:28.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Face the facts...</title><summary type='text'>
A friend of mine told me yesterday that facebook is his blog. I nodded sagely as if I knew what he was talking about. But then seriously, that shit makes no sense to me. I have a facebook account, I mean its there. I am using it mostly to figure out what my friends are up to and to write messages to them once in a while about this and that. I am subscribed to a billion various versions of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2017893474585805317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2017893474585805317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2017893474585805317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2017893474585805317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2012/01/face-facts.html' title='Face the facts...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-9115571985020970887</id><published>2012-01-24T14:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:59:48.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mud on your face...</title><summary type='text'>
Almost literally.

In keeping with my resolutions for the year (the word is Procrastination. Preceded by a giant big NO), I have had a productive morning ticking things off my list. I have taught my class and feel justified in a bit of time off for 'creative pursuits' as I call them. I have so many blogs to give blog-love to now that this one gets short-changed. Damn!

Here is a story.

This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/9115571985020970887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=9115571985020970887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/9115571985020970887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/9115571985020970887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2012/01/mud-on-your-face.html' title='Mud on your face...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-8391682149344837332</id><published>2012-01-20T20:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:18:50.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Race day and beyond...</title><summary type='text'>
What would it feel like? I wasn't thinking much about it. I guess its a big deal to complete a full marathon. And there were points in my training when I felt like it would be impossible. I still remember the numerous times I have run half marathons and noticed the full marathon kilometer markings - and thought - hell no, girl. That sounds insane! But when it came down to it, it wasn't insane. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8391682149344837332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=8391682149344837332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/8391682149344837332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/8391682149344837332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2012/01/race-day-and-beyond.html' title='Race day and beyond...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-5713991505454274635</id><published>2012-01-17T15:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:58:18.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walk the talk</title><summary type='text'>
It all started back that day in Somerville. July, was it? I ran a small race with MSB that day. It was a great feeling though I was physically in bad shape (jet lag, lack of sleep, alcohol, age, you name it). I was not too concerned about it but that day left me with a feeling of 'slowing down'  Ever since I started running long distance, I have consistently run at the same, or better speeds. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5713991505454274635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5713991505454274635' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5713991505454274635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5713991505454274635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2012/01/walk-talk.html' title='Walk the talk'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1077713647116329742</id><published>2012-01-06T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:42:50.404+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boring Old Fogies</title><summary type='text'>
I am bit worried about us becoming boring old fogies, as a couple. Has to happen sometime no? Is it now, 2012? Is it time to hang up the socks?

I remember when we were in grad school, no scratch that, when I was in grad school, we were the cool ones. The couple that people saw 'separately together' as the saying goes. Meaning, we had his friends, my friends, and our friends and the worlds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1077713647116329742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1077713647116329742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1077713647116329742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1077713647116329742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/12/boring-old-fogies.html' title='Boring Old Fogies'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1982476305509631519</id><published>2012-01-06T19:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:31:15.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pocket Philosophy</title><summary type='text'>
One of the things dad used to say was, you got to have your life philosophy all clear. I mean, I felt like he was semi-accusing me of not being philosophical enough about things. But I don't think it was that. He was just trying to pass on some of his ideas to me. I guess. Even though I have followed in his footsteps career-wise and all, when I look back now, I am a very different person than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1982476305509631519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1982476305509631519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1982476305509631519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1982476305509631519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2012/01/pocket-philosophy.html' title='Pocket Philosophy'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-559142495654559666</id><published>2011-12-28T18:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:35:41.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day Run</title><summary type='text'>
We had to rush off to Mysore for a couple of days. Our plan for this year was to NOT GO ANYWHERE. Seriously, it was even on some planner/agenda thing of my husband. To SPEND ALL DECEMBER in Chennai. Because the weather is good (like, heavenly, by Chennai standards). Travelling during December is hellish with all the crowds and the potential for flu and germs. There is the music season which we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/559142495654559666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=559142495654559666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/559142495654559666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/559142495654559666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-day-run.html' title='Christmas Day Run'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-4099412727408557035</id><published>2011-12-20T15:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:44:26.615+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Girl Power!</title><summary type='text'>
I reached school a little early this afternoon. I was in the area having lunch with a girl-friend and as always I over-estimated traffic etc. and reached well in time. I have not been picking the monster back from school too often these days since her father is entrusted with that one now. It was my most hated task anyhow so was always happy to hand the reins over, albeit temporarily, to someone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4099412727408557035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4099412727408557035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4099412727408557035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4099412727408557035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-power.html' title='Girl Power!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-7503974503329805257</id><published>2011-12-17T08:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-17T08:42:41.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blue Screen</title><summary type='text'>
"Amma your laptop has gotten the blue screen" the monster screams periodically. She uses my old Vaio sometimes. To do 'HeyMath' - no, I don't know what that means. She was also diligently doing the math olympiad e-quiz for a couple of weeks. I thought it was kind of nice that they were putting up new questions every day. But also kind of not nice that for 8 year olds they would have a lucky draw</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7503974503329805257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7503974503329805257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7503974503329805257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7503974503329805257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/12/blue-screen.html' title='Blue Screen'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-6284418954570918465</id><published>2011-12-13T15:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:10:14.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Eat, Fatso!</title><summary type='text'>
One of my friends loves those episodes from the TV show where Monica is super fat. He insists that I am going to be like that sometime in the future. It used to scare me a bit when I was in my twenties. But after I was pregnant and had the child and then am what I am right now, it just sounds very funny! I am (reasonably) confident that I can never get that fat by just eating. But the reason he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6284418954570918465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6284418954570918465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6284418954570918465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6284418954570918465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/12/eat-fatso.html' title='Eat, Fatso!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-5540565112366005843</id><published>2011-12-08T09:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:08:27.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change!</title><summary type='text'>
It was in Rochester, NY. Damn that cold place. I really don't know how I could contemplate such a move - from Chennai to Rochester? I mean, what was I really thinking? I did have a good year there, lets say, but I was real glad to move on from there... to anywhere, really. Even if it was only a slightly less cold place. I guess I can blame the fact that I was so young that I was utterly clueless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5540565112366005843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5540565112366005843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5540565112366005843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5540565112366005843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some things never change!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-2792334252113421499</id><published>2011-12-07T13:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:52:22.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miles to go...</title><summary type='text'>
The semester has ground to a halt. I cannot believe how fast it has gone. At the same time, as I put my mind back to the beginning of this semester, it feels like it was an age away. So much has happened in this semester! I really wish the mind were sharper so it could hold on to all those memories, carefully. Part of the reason I maintain this little journal here is that at least, I can read my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2792334252113421499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2792334252113421499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2792334252113421499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2792334252113421499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/12/miles-to-go.html' title='Miles to go...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-6637960418102791511</id><published>2011-11-28T09:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:15:33.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Food, Dreams, etc.</title><summary type='text'>
Over the years we have pondered long over why the monster is as she is about eating. I have hidden away Dr. Spock because its so painful to read what he has to say, realise that I have tried that stuff, and been grossly unsuccessful at it. I recall snippets of conversations with non-desi mothers about the ridiculousness of the desi-mom, and cringe. Of course, bottom-lines out like this. I was (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6637960418102791511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6637960418102791511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6637960418102791511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6637960418102791511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/11/food-dreams-etc.html' title='Food, Dreams, etc.'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-2450638715341075674</id><published>2011-11-22T09:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-24T14:40:42.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel, light, etc.</title><summary type='text'>
Through the arduous years of my Phd, I would tell myself. 'Kenny, there is light, at the very end of the tunnel, but light there is, nevertheless.' With hindsight, I know that it wasn't as difficult as I made it out to be in my own head. I have the 'necessary qualities' - always did. Aptitude, attitude, needn't say more. So, it was, really, no big deal. But who can think like that when all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2450638715341075674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2450638715341075674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2450638715341075674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2450638715341075674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/11/tunnel-light-etc.html' title='Tunnel, light, etc.'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-1935512738948733136</id><published>2011-11-17T09:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:22:04.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Step by Step</title><summary type='text'>
My head is full of running trivia and stuff like that. I have to run a 100m distance 462 times. The current major point of excitement is that the husband occasionally says he will run a half marathon. I think he is serious. But I also know that the title 'Anti Runner' rests pretty easy on him. So I don't know. I would love to run with him. We have done our share of difficult mountain hikes/treks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1935512738948733136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1935512738948733136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1935512738948733136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1935512738948733136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/11/step-by-step.html' title='Step by Step'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-4362139903659393889</id><published>2011-11-15T13:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:46:37.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Post Marathon Blues</title><summary type='text'>
The night after the marathon, everyone was feeling super good. Emails were flying back and forth, thanking us for the event. And most people said it was well organised, though we knew where the lacuna were. We have a list with things that we should improve on, we will do better next time. "Bask in the post-event warmth" didn't happen for me as you will see below, it was time for me to move on...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4362139903659393889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4362139903659393889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4362139903659393889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4362139903659393889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/11/post-marathon-blues.html' title='Post Marathon Blues'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-7199366659629892713</id><published>2011-11-15T12:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:31:34.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back in radio contact</title><summary type='text'>
"Its good to feel like the past week was misty" commented a friend when I told him that I cannot believe its the 15th of November today, last time I checked, it was the 3rd.. or 4th.. The deshvaasi &amp; I were driving around in circles near Bala's office picking up the packet of running bibs...

I have promised MSB a list, so here goes::



Nov 3rd-4th:: Talk to the high school principal, security </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7199366659629892713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7199366659629892713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7199366659629892713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7199366659629892713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-in-radio-contact.html' title='Back in radio contact'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-6907786670556955961</id><published>2011-11-04T07:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:11:06.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MARG Chennai Runners Race - on Sunday!</title><summary type='text'>
This is it folks. The weekend is nearly upon us. I have new-found appreciation now for all the race organisers of all the races I have been to. Its a veritable nightmare! And I haven't even been involved in scary things such as catering (breakfast!), medals, doattend (the web-site that does the online registrations), etc. Just working with the deshvaasi on the race location logistics &amp; within </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6907786670556955961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6907786670556955961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6907786670556955961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6907786670556955961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/11/marg-chennai-runners-race-on-sunday.html' title='MARG Chennai Runners Race - on Sunday!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-3017357740155196183</id><published>2011-10-24T10:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:28:58.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Delhi Avenue</title><summary type='text'>
This is the main artery of the campus. Which means, I travel it several times a day. Cruising in the car, sometimes I talk on the phone, sometimes I read my notes or papers (Yes, although the child is totally banned from reading in moving vehicles, I am not). I don't like this road over-much then. Its just a route to get to point O (office) from G (gate). Big deal.



But when I run on this road</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3017357740155196183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3017357740155196183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3017357740155196183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3017357740155196183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/10/birds-beasts-and-runners.html' title='Delhi Avenue'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-7095502803243508622</id><published>2011-10-20T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:46:04.492+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Khushboo Hands</title><summary type='text'>
It was a long time ago. I think 2000 maybe? Or earlier even. We were back in India for some reason, someone's wedding or some such (not our own, for sure). I had to get my passport stamped so we lugged in that nasty US Consulate line. Like a romantic date. Thank heavens for being young. I don't think we complained much. So my stamping thingie got done and I emerged out, and searched for him. And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7095502803243508622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7095502803243508622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7095502803243508622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7095502803243508622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/10/khushboo-hands.html' title='Khushboo Hands'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-7820554476094415194</id><published>2011-10-07T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-07T12:33:26.594+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A little bit about running routes...</title><summary type='text'>
So, there we were, Andaman Islands. I have a rule for packing for trips. Each of us owns a pull-man. And I strongly recommend fitting all out shit into that pull-man each. And wheeling it around individually. This can be a bit stressful at times, because, after all is done, my shoes and my big bag of toiletries (puh-lease. Its not Make-Up. Just enough toothpaste to last us a month, my special </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7820554476094415194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7820554476094415194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7820554476094415194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7820554476094415194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-bit-about-running-routes.html' title='A little bit about running routes...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-5884355032368089512</id><published>2011-10-05T12:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:31:36.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two ways to do this</title><summary type='text'>
We were away on vacation last week. It was pretty awesome family time for the three of us. I am sure glad that there was no TV (or internet or phone service, for that matter) because I really think we managed to chill out a lot thanks to that. (We did watch a movie on the ipad, I admit. Mounaraagam, was nice).

I woke up (inside the mosquito net) one night - the second night we spent there - and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5884355032368089512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5884355032368089512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5884355032368089512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5884355032368089512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-ways-to-do-this.html' title='Two ways to do this'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-4504706271709193794</id><published>2011-09-20T12:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:16:35.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A tale about how running can make you fat…</title><summary type='text'>


The Kaveri Trail Marathon is supposed to be one of the tough
marathon courses in the country. It winds through farmlands and past a river. Rocks abound. The weather is usually very warm, and the entire trail lacks tree cover –
absolutely NO tree cover. Whenever I spoke to friends, even the ones from
Chennai, said that the weather and the sun were a big deal at KTM. Even the
organisers, at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4504706271709193794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4504706271709193794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4504706271709193794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4504706271709193794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/09/tale-about-how-running-can-make-you-fat.html' title='A tale about how running can make you fat…'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-5414917982237756868</id><published>2011-09-12T07:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:07:02.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gender Strong</title><summary type='text'>
The monster goes to an after school thing few days a week. She spends an hour or two there while I am at work and does something. I have long since stopped trying to figure out what she does there - I am confident that she is well cared for and enjoys it there, gets some exercise and has a couple of kids she is friends with. The trick is, I have discovered, is to not expect too much from all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5414917982237756868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5414917982237756868' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5414917982237756868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5414917982237756868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/09/gender-strong.html' title='Gender Strong'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-4170018739032466887</id><published>2011-09-08T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-08T17:10:09.987+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me Pocket Full of Empty</title><summary type='text'>
My musical influences from childhood are really, absolutely ridiculous. Now, how on earth would I know almost the entire lyrics to Calypso Blues? Of course partly because it reminds me of an innocent time long ago, has very funny sounding lyrics, and a foot-thumping beat, I love the song. Although I hadn't heard it in a long long long while.

Me throat she sick from neck-tie
Me feet she hurt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4170018739032466887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4170018739032466887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4170018739032466887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4170018739032466887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/09/me-pocket-full-of-empty.html' title='Me Pocket Full of Empty'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1820656249829359554</id><published>2011-09-04T11:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:12:04.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronology be damned'/><title type='text'>Meanwhile, away from Chennai</title><summary type='text'>       &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   0   1   971   5539   IIT Madras   46   12   6498   14.0          &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   JA   X-NONE                                                                                                 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1820656249829359554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1820656249829359554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1820656249829359554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1820656249829359554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/09/0-0-1-971-5539-iit-madras-46-12-6498-14.html' title='Meanwhile, away from Chennai'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-843823600946909260</id><published>2011-08-30T13:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:20:22.574+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Cleansing</title><summary type='text'>I do these things periodically. Its not a religious whatever. Or maybe its my kind of religion. Who knows?For the past month, I have been bathing in cold water. No big deal, of course. This is Chennai. Hot as hell. Doing yourself a favour by bathing in cold instead of hot. Everyone does it (I have always used luke warm, all my life). But it was a sudden decision, one that I feel the need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/843823600946909260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=843823600946909260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/843823600946909260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/843823600946909260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/cleansing.html' title='Cleansing'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-5585007509051971482</id><published>2011-08-24T08:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:49:15.071+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrrr'/><title type='text'>Eat Cake!</title><summary type='text'>I am an overall crazy enthusiastic person. No doubt. But I have my moments, days too. I am not really known to be 'moody' - you know like many people are cranky at times, and happy at others and you just have to catch them at the right time to see it all. I am not like that. I am generally pretty un-cranky. Though I have my days. This, is one of them. Been trying to analyse the reasons for. 1. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5585007509051971482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5585007509051971482' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5585007509051971482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5585007509051971482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/eat-cake.html' title='Eat Cake!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-7278294943959827321</id><published>2011-08-18T09:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:36:41.389+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domestic goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions</title><summary type='text'>August is Blog Month. Oh yes.This morning, I woke up. Early. My entire being was concentrated on one thing::Must Buy Oats.Oats? Yes. Oats. You heard me. What don't you understand now? No, its not euphemism. (Sow your wild oats, anyone?). I do mean the kind you eat, typically at breakfast. I haven't, not in a long while, but thats not the point. I boiled milk. Threw the curtains into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7278294943959827321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7278294943959827321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7278294943959827321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7278294943959827321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-4823679399964342070</id><published>2011-08-17T06:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-17T07:07:32.581+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school; Monster'/><title type='text'>Vakkiyatthil Amai</title><summary type='text'>One of my reigning dream/nightmares is having managed to fail the language exam in school. I have not been in school for what? 2-3 decades now. But still, this is a frequent dream. What gives, I say?I was studying Hindi for the first four years of my schooling. It was appalling, the "Sridhar Ke Ghar Ke Aaangan" type hindi. You know, where a caricatured South Indian person (mis) pronounces every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4823679399964342070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4823679399964342070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4823679399964342070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4823679399964342070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/vakkiyatthil-amai.html' title='Vakkiyatthil Amai'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-3818168984283635888</id><published>2011-08-15T13:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:03:41.047+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara'/><title type='text'>Movie time!</title><summary type='text'>After several years, we managed to catch a movie at the theater. A combination of reasons prevent us from watching movies. The main one is that I suck at it. I fall asleep. I don't like most of the ones that are playing. I don't like kiddie movies. I can't stand tamizh movies,  like, at all. I don't like watching movies where I don't like the actors. My husband will not watch a movie that has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3818168984283635888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3818168984283635888' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3818168984283635888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3818168984283635888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/movie-time.html' title='Movie time!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-4054325116118049804</id><published>2011-08-12T10:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:12:23.438+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After All These Years...'/><title type='text'>Repository</title><summary type='text'>This morning, I was fairly lethargic. I had woken up at 2:30 am for some reason, dead convinced that I was late for school. The monster had done the leg-arm-entwine-choke-amma move. Gak. Ack. Save me. Managed to go back to sleep for a few more hours before the alarm went off... Anyhow today is a day off from school so it was okay. I chilled a bit. Thought about this and that. Toyed with the idea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4054325116118049804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4054325116118049804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4054325116118049804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4054325116118049804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/repository.html' title='Repository'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-7679493201385288316</id><published>2011-08-10T18:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:54:25.460+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><title type='text'>Breathe Easy</title><summary type='text'>One of the things that is bothering me of late is the distinct feeling of having slowed down. I definitely felt out of sorts and crazy tired out when I ran the race in Cambridge (crazy posturing notwithstanding). I start off at a particular pace every morning, and find that I have to ease off, pretty soon. Mostly, this is because my breathing is weird. Breathing has been on my mind anyhow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7679493201385288316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7679493201385288316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7679493201385288316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7679493201385288316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/breathe-easy.html' title='Breathe Easy'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-6687354960450270703</id><published>2011-08-06T15:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:04:17.248+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><title type='text'>For my files...</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder, why do I write this blog? One thing I hate about it is that it lacks a theme. An overarching theme of being about Kenny's life seems quite ridiculous. At times. I love my regular readers, mostly, they are my friends. But most times, I think I write for myself. This post, I want to read later, maybe a year or two later, and bask in the feeling of today.Despite my reprimands to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6687354960450270703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6687354960450270703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6687354960450270703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6687354960450270703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-my-files.html' title='For my files...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1238837753338108373</id><published>2011-08-05T09:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:34:14.751+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Headache Zone</title><summary type='text'>I think spacebar would know about this.. how it feels.. At first, it is a slight discomfort. I blink my eyes a lot. I feel like I have pulled my hair back a little too severely today. I try to loosen it then remember that its hardly nice to have hair all over your face in curly nasty strands, at work, and pull it back. I squint at the sunlight. Its not super strong outside sun, its filtered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1238837753338108373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1238837753338108373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1238837753338108373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1238837753338108373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/headache-zone.html' title='Headache Zone'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-667898565390843590</id><published>2011-08-04T12:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:17:24.457+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Taking the edge off things</title><summary type='text'>Over the years, my opinions about things have gotten milder and milder. Really, I cannot be bothered to react strongly to many things these days. I don't know, maybe it was really teenage angst and it has just gone out of my system. Like I grew out of it.If I was fighting about some point, or debating it, lets say, in polite fashion (to start with), I would get really worked up earlier and be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/667898565390843590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=667898565390843590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/667898565390843590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/667898565390843590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/taking-edge-off-things.html' title='Taking the edge off things'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-318697497966211716</id><published>2011-08-03T06:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:37:50.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple hats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><title type='text'>Meandering through life</title><summary type='text'>I think a young (ish) mommy is well described as a juggler. All those balls in the air all the time, this is what we are doing, juggling them. Thankfully, I have sort of forgotten those things like wet-wipes, diapers, onesies, burping, and things like that. I used to make sort of tough choices in those days, this I recall. And I look wistfully at confident new mothers and hit myself for being so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/318697497966211716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=318697497966211716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/318697497966211716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/318697497966211716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/meandering-through-life.html' title='Meandering through life'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-3285249115012407381</id><published>2011-08-01T09:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:10:22.370+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrams'/><title type='text'>Keep the feet moving!</title><summary type='text'>The river, I admit, is very attractive. Cross-roads every morning on short runs. Do I turn right and plod through traffic and enter the University campus in 10 minutes time? Or, do I turn left, pass the temple, run over the (smelly) river and loop around watching the commando troops, the canine gang, and the old people (and occasionally, my friend ludwig). Today I chose the river. My smelly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3285249115012407381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3285249115012407381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3285249115012407381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3285249115012407381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-feet-moving.html' title='Keep the feet moving!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-6849549859808011599</id><published>2011-07-29T09:39:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:51:43.482+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Early adopting of fads'/><title type='text'>Kennys Day Out with Vibrams</title><summary type='text'>(this image is from google, identical though to my own Vibram Bikila LS)PreliminaryThese shoes are ugly as hell, I thought. The first time I saw them (it was that black and green one), I was like ewww, whats that, please scrape it off your feet, mister. Anyway I saw it more and more around the place, its clearly the latest fad/craze. I thought nike must have made it, based on all the hype. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6849549859808011599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6849549859808011599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6849549859808011599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6849549859808011599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/07/kennys-day-out-with-vibrams.html' title='Kennys Day Out with Vibrams'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bm2RekNBEA/TjJ01jQraII/AAAAAAAAAJU/8phmtbnr5oM/s72-c/bikila-image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-832166432681084923</id><published>2011-07-25T09:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:17:22.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>Don't hit that snooze!</title><summary type='text'>I was particularly euphoric. Which was strange. The past three days have been heavy on the mind. There has been stress, loss, crying, talking, work, family, driving, kids, a whole bunch of things going on. I have kept my equanimity for the most part by disappearing into a world of memories, turning away from the bad, sad ones, and focussing on the positive ones. I am a lucky girl, there is no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/832166432681084923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=832166432681084923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/832166432681084923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/832166432681084923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-hit-that-snooze.html' title='Don&apos;t hit that snooze!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-4902867492188780671</id><published>2011-07-21T14:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:12:10.927+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Water Water Paani Paani</title><summary type='text'>When I was in school, we had a dark room that was the video room. We were periodically taken there and shown a movie. It was always the same one. About giants and bad guys in a desert. The details are irrelevant (meaning, I have forgotten them), but they were walking in the desert and really dying of thirst. Because they were bad guys. Not because the desert is such an environment where water is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4902867492188780671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4902867492188780671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4902867492188780671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4902867492188780671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/07/water-water-paani-paani.html' title='Water Water Paani Paani'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1224030132590916494</id><published>2011-07-19T10:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:49:31.288+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money for nothing'/><title type='text'>Being Mobile</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of the coop and olden times, I remember distinctly one wintery day. I had gotten out of work and gone to the gym and had *not* showered (there are times when the argument for just getting home and taking a warm shower in the comfort of your flat overrides the argument for uhh just smelling decent in public situations. Fuck that. I did not like the grimy shower stalls at the gym, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1224030132590916494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1224030132590916494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1224030132590916494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1224030132590916494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-mobile.html' title='Being Mobile'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-3189779309315627999</id><published>2011-07-18T11:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:28:26.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Light</title><summary type='text'>Before y'all jump on me, remember this. I am old. I don't have the same type of energy I used to as a person in her twenties. If I didn't call/visit you, apologies. I can call you from here too, you know? I don't because I am a lazy ass with ze telephone. Anyway, here goes.Where were we? We found ourselves safely ensconced at the Marriott at Cambridge, right there, like 10 steps from Ames St. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3189779309315627999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3189779309315627999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3189779309315627999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3189779309315627999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/07/traveling-light.html' title='Traveling Light'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-1937919871198571371</id><published>2011-06-27T09:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:30:21.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>In which we reaffirm our belief...</title><summary type='text'>that we hate traffic. and though we miss our friends and other things of mumbai immensely still, we (i) realize that another day of having to sit in airport traffic at 11 pm after a horrid journey from anywhere, would have driven us up the wall.no, i was not in mumbai. i was in its country cousin, bangalore. i was ecstatic when they told me that i dont have to enter bangalore-bangalore, really. i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1937919871198571371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1937919871198571371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1937919871198571371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1937919871198571371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-which-we-reaffirm-our-belief.html' title='In which we reaffirm our belief...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-7516793103153508038</id><published>2011-06-22T21:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:26:36.184+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Nightly Nonsense</title><summary type='text'>Its a rare time of day (night) for me to be posting. Yes, its true. I am capable of sleeping at 9:15 pm. I usually tuck in by 10 pm though, spending the hour between 9 and 10 in arguing with child, and reading. So what earth shattering news do I have to share with you now? Thats making me pry my eyelids open via matchstick to enable typing?Well.Nothing.At all. The child is asleep. Since she wakes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7516793103153508038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7516793103153508038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7516793103153508038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7516793103153508038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/06/nightly-nonsense.html' title='Nightly Nonsense'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-9104095499831301788</id><published>2011-06-20T08:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:31:56.756+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster; me'/><title type='text'>Monday Monster</title><summary type='text'>The week begins. Thanks to a wonderfully spent Sunday, there is a freshness in the mind and body today. I bid goodbye to the little monster at the school gates, and as usual waited for a few minutes, to see if she will turn around and look for me. In earlier days, she would. Now, well integrated into it all, she usually doesn't. She walks in purposefully, her mind scheming about something or the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/9104095499831301788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=9104095499831301788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/9104095499831301788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/9104095499831301788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-monster.html' title='Monday Monster'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-4465841129164777051</id><published>2011-06-15T19:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:07:18.330+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster tales'/><title type='text'>The grass on the other side...</title><summary type='text'>The monster just started on a new swimming gig. The pool at my campus is closed for renovation, for god knows how long. So, I shopped around, and found this place. Its okay. I mean, the bathrooms are wet, and a bit icky. There are dragonflies. But there are coaches and such. With whistles. And three separate sections (shallow, deep, deeper). Lane markers. I cannot wait to get in there and work on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4465841129164777051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4465841129164777051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4465841129164777051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4465841129164777051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/06/grass-on-other-side.html' title='The grass on the other side...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-2941267872538417363</id><published>2011-06-12T07:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-12T08:28:45.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school; me;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books; Monster'/><title type='text'>Round Three</title><summary type='text'>So the school year starts again. We are veterans by now, of course. This is the fifth year of school for the monster, not counting those years and months spent in the semi-nursery. She remembers some parts of that nursery, like the time her 'best friend' bit her on the thigh (she bit back, on the neck, a few days later, and we mommies had a good time with that one). I remember many more parts, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2941267872538417363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2941267872538417363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2941267872538417363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2941267872538417363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/06/round-three.html' title='Round Three'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-831873306342983194</id><published>2011-05-18T07:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-18T08:03:41.149+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let the good times roll</title><summary type='text'>The house is literally bursting at the seams out here at kennys. I don't understand how this can happen. We have a fairly large area of house. Sure, its constructed in totally weird angles, and there is a large-ish room like part meant for washing cars or communal bathing (or something), which is sort of a waste (since I am not into that sort of thing anymore). But still...Its the kids, of course</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/831873306342983194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=831873306342983194' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/831873306342983194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/831873306342983194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-good-times-roll.html' title='Let the good times roll'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-1509112434686787605</id><published>2011-05-02T07:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:13:31.154+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>meandering</title><summary type='text'>i am exasperated by not finishing up my posts. when i go back to them even a day later, the tone sounds all wrong and i need to start afresh. then the voice in the back of my mind starts telling me, if it feels like that, it has no place being published. so i let it do the other -ish, instead - languish - in the void. this one is unlikely to be any better, unlikely to suffer a better fate. but as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1509112434686787605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1509112434686787605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1509112434686787605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1509112434686787605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/05/meandering.html' title='meandering'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1302008088415791442</id><published>2011-04-27T10:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:52:36.579+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Summer Camps</title><summary type='text'>I remember poring over Bombay Times and Mumbai Mirror in a past life, thinking about all the cool (scary-sounding!) summer camps and wondering when the child would be old enough to require such things. Well, she is old enough now. Quite. There are a billion camps occurring simultaneously in Chennai, all of which are suitable for 7 year olds (with or without glasses and a tendency to acquire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1302008088415791442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1302008088415791442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1302008088415791442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1302008088415791442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer-camps.html' title='Summer Camps'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1144740366325313594</id><published>2011-03-27T21:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:38:59.295+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><title type='text'>Hello, Weekend? Goodbye, Weekend.</title><summary type='text'>Do you dislike Mondays? I don't, so  much. I used to hate Sunday evening/night more than any other thing. This was when we were in our long distance thing. He would leave back to New York on Sunday, in the evening. In anticipation of that, we would be at each other's throats the whole day (or nearly). I also had to cook stuff to send with him (the guilt, it hangs heavy on this one). As a rule, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1144740366325313594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1144740366325313594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1144740366325313594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1144740366325313594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-weekend-goodbye-weekend.html' title='Hello, Weekend? Goodbye, Weekend.'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-106612804245527759</id><published>2011-03-22T11:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:00:34.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Musings, and a Challenge!</title><summary type='text'>No, really, I shouldn't. But its lunch time (somewhere in the world, I mean, if not here). Things I learnt about myself the past week (or two or three)::1. I can dance if you break it down into steps and call out the numbers up 1-2, down 1-2. My training for years, wearing khaki/blue and a giantass belt, and shoes that were too big for me (always! newspaper tucked in front) clearly helps me. [In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/106612804245527759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=106612804245527759' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/106612804245527759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/106612804245527759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/03/musings-and-challenge.html' title='Musings, and a Challenge!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1323931371267584174</id><published>2011-03-12T07:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:14:54.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running; Morning Sounds'/><title type='text'>Aging, accepting</title><summary type='text'>I am in a very mellow mood today. 7:55 am. Bhaja Govindam from FIL's laptop in the ear. The sounds and sharp smells from the kitchen as the cook 'hits it' - bitter gourd - the last of the crop from the garden - I think. Lisol smell rising into my nose as my maid 'swishes it' - wiping the floor. The child is sleeping peacefully upstairs. I am nursing my morning cup of coffee (instant, Bru, if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1323931371267584174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1323931371267584174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1323931371267584174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1323931371267584174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/03/aging-accepting.html' title='Aging, accepting'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-7312118057521427901</id><published>2011-03-10T08:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:09:19.748+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Well Deserved!</title><summary type='text'>When the summer holidays rolled around, my sister kicked back and read books. And slept. A lot. Me? I read books. I biked in the afternoons, waking as many of my friends as I possibly could, and showing my finger to the sun-god who beat mercilessly upon my tanned body. I had a big blue drum full of, well, 'stuff.' I pulled out my big blue drum. I made a clock out of ice-cream sticks. I built a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7312118057521427901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7312118057521427901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7312118057521427901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7312118057521427901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-deserved.html' title='Well Deserved!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-3321430372921359944</id><published>2011-03-09T06:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:10:17.875+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Morning Time'/><title type='text'>You Snooze, You Lose</title><summary type='text'>I am up all right this morning. Sure, I snoozed a bit with the alarm going off. Its that eternal question - which button to press, the right or the left? (The right snoozes it, the left switches it off. I don't remember voluntarily using the left button before waking up, for uhh at least a month now). So anyway, I woke up and did the morning stuff I do. Including, on a whim, dumping in all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3321430372921359944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3321430372921359944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3321430372921359944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3321430372921359944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-snooze-you-lose.html' title='You Snooze, You Lose'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-6051667554440990109</id><published>2011-02-28T09:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:26:42.289+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><title type='text'>Indulgence</title><summary type='text'>Gah8.1 kmSaturday evening. Mar 5th.I hate running in the evening. I will do whatever else it takes. Basketball. Swim. Veg. Eat murukku. Eat Horlicks (yes, my friends, I do. I love it. But someone please stop me; my tummy is grumbling and asking for Eno). Here is how I am training for this race:1. Trying to remember how much I ran it in last year (Cannot..Remember..)2. Visualising the route - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6051667554440990109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6051667554440990109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6051667554440990109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6051667554440990109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/02/indulgence.html' title='Indulgence'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-1354564765738089607</id><published>2011-02-24T19:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:06:42.004+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Running'/><title type='text'>Daily Grind</title><summary type='text'>About a year ago I remember reading someone talk about how long they can go without running. I cannot remember who it was - probably Ultra Marathon Man Dean Karnazes - but I remember him (or her, could have well been) claiming that the maximum number of continuous days they have spent without running is something like 3. At that time my mileage was abysmal, I think, so I was amazed. I was also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1354564765738089607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1354564765738089607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1354564765738089607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1354564765738089607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/02/daily-grind.html' title='Daily Grind'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-4829271028773010466</id><published>2011-02-16T09:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:08:12.661+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running; Auroville Half Marathon'/><title type='text'>Auroville 2011</title><summary type='text'>I ran a half marathon at Auroville last year and really loved it. I had screwed up a fair bit with the arrangements for the day prior to the race (which is typical of me), but still, I enjoyed the experience and cherished it for a whole year. So this year, I decided to go back and try and improve my time there [2:03]. At least by a bit! Thanks to the deshvaasi, and the happy circumstance of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4829271028773010466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4829271028773010466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4829271028773010466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4829271028773010466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/02/auroville-2011.html' title='Auroville 2011'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-2275720135895491531</id><published>2011-02-10T09:44:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:04:34.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good morning sunshine</title><summary type='text'>I read a book. I know, big surprise right there. Thank you. Anyway, its a running book, and as always (or most times) with books of that genre, it was a trifle too long, and I might actually prefer to watch the movie. But thats okay with me, I give them a lot of rope, the athletes.The guy finally runs the mile in 3:56:34 and that is sort of the highlight/climax of the book. Other than a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2275720135895491531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2275720135895491531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2275720135895491531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2275720135895491531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good morning sunshine'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-4312151614653576985</id><published>2011-02-02T13:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:28:40.055+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Summary Dismissal</title><summary type='text'>Posts may come and posts may go. They go more often than they come, these days. Some net issues so I keep losing (Digression on this coming up, later) these long drawn out posts I have been writing for you, loyal reader...Several occurrences have occurred at the Kenny household. In bullet points (Rohini-style): The monster has a brand new passport. She looks more than ever like the husband in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4312151614653576985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4312151614653576985' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4312151614653576985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4312151614653576985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/02/summary-dismissal.html' title='Summary Dismissal'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-3638974912678559151</id><published>2011-01-24T06:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-24T06:32:59.885+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More on the 30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Places I remember...</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about my first time running long distance. It has the quality of a dream, going back in time. I have always been running, all my life, pretty much. And I *don't* mean running behind my maid and ensuring she cleans behind the door [not that I would judge you if you do it; I am not like that, thats all]. But I would run a maximum of 5 km, in a maximum of 25 minutes. Really, I started</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3638974912678559151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3638974912678559151' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3638974912678559151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3638974912678559151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/01/places-i-remember.html' title='Places I remember...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-7315685953647519894</id><published>2011-01-21T17:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:58:52.307+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>The 30 Day Challenge</title><summary type='text'>First up, its not going too well. I mean, I am trying to stay sorted on it, but its been tough because, well, read on. You don't even know what the challenge is, right? Right. I was traipsing along on a bunch of exercise-freak blogs. I could be one of those people, truthfully. I mean, we both could be that. A family of exercise freaks, we could be. But reality is, we are not. Not so much.So when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7315685953647519894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7315685953647519894' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7315685953647519894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7315685953647519894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-challenge.html' title='The 30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-2883504211563004014</id><published>2011-01-21T13:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:06:00.555+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai Marathon 2011'/><title type='text'>Uphill Task!</title><summary type='text'>So this past week, I was in Mumbai per usual to run in the Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon (or at least, Half Of It). My last race was the Airtel Delhi on Nov 21st, and this seemed like a good distance away from it. Of course, I signed up for Mumbai LONG AGO and the Delhi one only very close to race day. Mumbai is my favourite half. Or at least, one of my favourites. I had trained reasonably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2883504211563004014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2883504211563004014' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2883504211563004014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2883504211563004014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/01/uphill-task.html' title='Uphill Task!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-5990382715209578822</id><published>2011-01-19T09:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:38:50.407+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Life in the fast lane'/><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><summary type='text'>So many thoughts swirling in my head. I have a lot of posts in draft, incomplete. I start a thread of something and lose track as time catches up with me and my alarm rings for the next meeting. This morning I woke up and did the usual tasks and went in to wake up the monster. That early (well, not very early, I admit) morning look of the monster that I get, I love. She is usually securely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5990382715209578822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5990382715209578822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5990382715209578822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5990382715209578822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-2415023945733208839</id><published>2010-12-20T13:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:41:31.129+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>ExplodeImplode!</title><summary type='text'>Christmas! Its Christmas! I used love and hate the holidays when I lived in the West. It hardly made sense to me, I have never done the gifts or the turkey or whatever (still staunchly vegetarian, yo!). No cake either. Not that excited by cake. Likewise in Mumbai. It was just a time to chill out at home and get 'recharged' for semester two. And to plan an evening of fun for New Year's Eve, which,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2415023945733208839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2415023945733208839' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2415023945733208839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2415023945733208839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/12/explodeimplode.html' title='ExplodeImplode!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-1976459936599526249</id><published>2010-12-17T12:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:44:39.459+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running; work; life'/><title type='text'>FurrySomething</title><summary type='text'>There are these movies my husband watches. These guys get off a plane and get in a car and are whisked off some place in like Siberia or Oregon or something. Then they get off and its Christmas everywhere and they are shining and have finished their adventure and are just-glad-to-get-home-to-their-child who is blissfully unaware and sleeping. Well, thats what the past few days felt like for me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1976459936599526249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1976459936599526249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1976459936599526249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1976459936599526249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/12/furrysomething.html' title='FurrySomething'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1187783617299154978</id><published>2010-12-02T05:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-02T06:36:09.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Early Morning</title><summary type='text'>Early in the morning. The sky is dark. Yes, winter is here in Chennai! The sun, which is usually up and blazing by this time, is far away. I have been up for a while now. For a run that got rained out. Actually, I kitted out and stepped out. I hadn't cycled 200 m when it started pouring cats and dogs. Yes, I have run before in this type of rain in Chennai. But not today. The spirit might well be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1187783617299154978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1187783617299154978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1187783617299154978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1187783617299154978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-morning.html' title='Early Morning'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-7234514249043636705</id><published>2010-11-25T09:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:40:25.868+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My monster and I'/><title type='text'>Lets talk about her now</title><summary type='text'>I suppose on some levels, I imagine my (not so little) girl growing up and reading my blog. Right now, I don't let her read it. Nope. She is aware of the four letter words. She comments on them if we let fly (I am usually fairly careful when I am around her, I swear our relationship is as if she is my mum-in-law). At any rate I don't want her to read these things know, she hates it when I talk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7234514249043636705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7234514249043636705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7234514249043636705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7234514249043636705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-talk-about-her-now.html' title='Lets talk about her now'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-1969352075695648133</id><published>2010-11-22T20:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:41:44.802+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airtel Delhi Half Marathon; Sub-2 Finally'/><title type='text'>Dilli Chalo!</title><summary type='text'>I always end up having to go to Delhi in December. Or thereabouts. In the past, I have not enjoyed this. The Chandigarh trip a few years ago with the family in tow was good fun, but Delhi as such, the conferences, they were not so much fun. I was cold. I was butt-freezing cold. So, when people would talk about the Delhi Half Marathon, I would look away. I am a Mumbai girl, I would say. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1969352075695648133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1969352075695648133' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1969352075695648133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1969352075695648133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/dilli-chalo.html' title='Dilli Chalo!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-4066522402914222173</id><published>2010-11-12T10:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:12:47.903+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fund Raiser'/><title type='text'>A Race And A Cause</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends,I am running in the Airtel Delhi Half Marathon on Nov. 21, 2010. I am doing this partly to support a small cause: Asha Nivas Children's Day and Children's Rights Day 2010, which will be held on Nov. 20, 2010 in Chennai.Asha Nivas is a voluntary organisation working with nearly 5000 children in Chennai city. They provide basic needs of food, clothing, education etc. and have two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4066522402914222173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4066522402914222173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4066522402914222173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4066522402914222173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/race-and-cause.html' title='A Race And A Cause'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-4752724598927975292</id><published>2010-11-10T09:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:53:19.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>On a more cheerful note...</title><summary type='text'>I was not in the mood earlier, but just now, I am. And have 10 mins to spare. So...I re-read all my angst-ridden diwali posts over the years. I thought long and hard about festivals and traditions and why I am like that about them. I mean, I am not against them, per se. I thought I was, but actually I find it a lot more convenient and peaceful to not oppose traditions. They are so deeply entwined</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4752724598927975292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4752724598927975292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4752724598927975292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4752724598927975292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-more-cheerful-note.html' title='On a more cheerful note...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-3364270414089790992</id><published>2010-11-07T11:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:51:01.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ups and Downs</title><summary type='text'>I seem to have promised a post, about diwali and deepavali and all that. I struggle routinely with this festival. The Festival of Excess, I call it. I have some reasonably good memories of it, from childhood. I think I dislike it, nevertheless. In the spirit of, if you can't like it, change it, I had some plans afoot this year to do it differently. I don't fight things. If you tell me its your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3364270414089790992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3364270414089790992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3364270414089790992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3364270414089790992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/ups-and-downs.html' title='The Ups and Downs'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-340481952327924286</id><published>2010-11-01T14:39:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:10:01.273+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Black: Rain</title><summary type='text'>Of course you mainly come here to try and see if there is any connection between title and contents of blog post. Of course you do. Let me help you out by quickly providing you this, so that you can move on and read phdcomics, or krishashok, or hhc, or whatever.It was raining. I wore black. Which, without really consulting a mirror, I think hides wetness well. Mind, I did not consult a mirror, so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/340481952327924286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=340481952327924286' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/340481952327924286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/340481952327924286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-rain.html' title='Black: Rain'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-6091169460804482539</id><published>2010-10-26T13:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:15:03.003+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny tales'/><title type='text'>Decisions! Decisions!</title><summary type='text'>Things are splendid in Kenny land. The weather promises to be good. Had some exciting moments at work, recently. Am sleeping well. I am not thinking much about the fact that the little Fabia got hit again (a motorcycle came and chose to break the brake lights). My hair is very dry, but at least its long (by my standards). We have managed to solve our nasty shoes outside the main door situation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6091169460804482539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6091169460804482539' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6091169460804482539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6091169460804482539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/10/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions! Decisions!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-187711450128340010</id><published>2010-10-19T21:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:35:52.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pome</title><summary type='text'>People mill around me, I see them not  They jostle me and make me turn around  But I feel them not  Onward I proceed, intent on my task  The babble of voices that reach me,  From but a few feet away,  Are faint, and without meaning.  Cause my mission is vital  And timing in this case is key.  Finally I reach my destination  I stand strong and silent   At the end of the line  And patiently await </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/187711450128340010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=187711450128340010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/187711450128340010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/187711450128340010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/10/pome.html' title='Pome'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-4079431249228358490</id><published>2010-10-14T21:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:51:31.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exciting New Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parul Sharma'/><title type='text'>By The Water Cooler</title><summary type='text'>Peoples, good friend and funny gal Parul Sharma has another book to offer us! Its called By The Water Cooler and promises to be a total hoot, even more than her first one, Bringing Up Vasu. Here is a post from her giving you the details. While at it, she is also holding a contest at Radio Parul for anecdotes and stories related to your (or his, hers, or their) office. With prizes to be won! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4079431249228358490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4079431249228358490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4079431249228358490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4079431249228358490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/10/by-water-cooler.html' title='By The Water Cooler'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-56647187713521590</id><published>2010-10-11T15:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:36:32.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me; Gender Bender'/><title type='text'>Vulnerability, or, the Damsel in Distress Mode</title><summary type='text'>I am usually not. The Damsel in Distress types, I mean. We used to make a lot of jokes about that in college. Of course, we all never wanted to be that (I think!). Some of the girls wanted to be Tall Dignified Ladies. And EVERYONE thought there was NO WAY on earth, I could be a TDL, like EVER. So that was a big joke too. We all signed a petition doing away with these medals they had at graduation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/56647187713521590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=56647187713521590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/56647187713521590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/56647187713521590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/10/vulnerability-or-damsel-in-distress.html' title='Vulnerability, or, the Damsel in Distress Mode'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-235478793553263532</id><published>2010-10-10T19:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:26:30.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landmark Sale; Books'/><title type='text'>Diet Coke, Green Books, etc.</title><summary type='text'>The Reluctant Fundamentalist has been on my book shelf for a while now. I know it well. I have been known to say, 'Oh! the green book!' The husband read it last week when we were in Mysore. He said, 'Kenny, do this, read this.' So I did. I did not expect to like it, really. I know, its supposed to be good and 'in your face' or whatever. I am sure you all thought its fantastic. Well, I did not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/235478793553263532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=235478793553263532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/235478793553263532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/235478793553263532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/10/diet-coke-green-books-etc.html' title='Diet Coke, Green Books, etc.'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-4725549539157284679</id><published>2010-10-07T18:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:32:17.721+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running; Me; Clothes'/><title type='text'>Seriously, this is how its going to be</title><summary type='text'>So, here I am.This morning, I was the boat club. Now, the boat club is not some hep thing. At least not in this context, it is not. Its a bunch of roads that we run on. A full complete circumnavigation of these roads gives you a distance of 2.5 kilometers. I am not too fond of this route for running because it makes my head spin - too many turns in and out and back and forth. But I go there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4725549539157284679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=4725549539157284679' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4725549539157284679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/4725549539157284679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously-this-is-how-its-going-to-be.html' title='Seriously, this is how its going to be'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-3482759578381975985</id><published>2010-09-24T09:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:33:26.042+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i actually prefer tom and jerry to donald duck'/><title type='text'>back on popular demand</title><summary type='text'>right. sean connery as james bond. i used to like him a whole lot. in fact, when i was in edinburgh back in 2000, i walked around the whole city and stood in front of a door that they claimed was his house and said in a heavy whisper (to myself, was alone) 'sean connery's house' Of course later, i saw the saturday night live segment wherein he is represented saying 'famous titties' in his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3482759578381975985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3482759578381975985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3482759578381975985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3482759578381975985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-on-popular-demand.html' title='back on popular demand'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-7501018075871722442</id><published>2010-09-21T21:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:13:48.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>at the fork</title><summary type='text'>trying to decide.crank a meaningful, soulful, entirely incomprehensible post out for blogger-or-lie down and (re) read The World According to Bertie?Feck it, I choose the later, bye for now!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7501018075871722442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7501018075871722442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7501018075871722442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7501018075871722442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/09/at-fork.html' title='at the fork'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-3983861551977475070</id><published>2010-09-09T19:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-10T07:05:36.361+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egg Curry'/><title type='text'>Weekly Round-up</title><summary type='text'>Time hangs heavily in the mornings. I am not running this week. My last run was a fun Marina beach run with the Sudha-Machine. Its a special Chennai Girls (Wimmins) group she has initiated (you are most welcome to join. Sunday mornings at da beach, girls!). So, yes, that was on Sunday. I happened to be feeling light and young that day. I happened to channel a bit of long jump (we used to call it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3983861551977475070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3983861551977475070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3983861551977475070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3983861551977475070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekly-round-up.html' title='Weekly Round-up'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-713936138960372100</id><published>2010-09-06T16:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:25:36.809+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A memorable teacher&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Playing Teacher</title><summary type='text'>Today, I got to play teacher.I know.I am that anyway, right.But I got to play teacher in the monster's school!I think it was a fantastic idea. For teacher's day.First, I went to a higher class. I chose the seventh grade. Just so they know a little bit about atoms and molecules and stuff like that. I made them a presentation. Oh! The kids are so enthu! And the duration of the class is so less! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/713936138960372100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=713936138960372100' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/713936138960372100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/713936138960372100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/09/playing-teacher.html' title='Playing Teacher'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-5301531040292904382</id><published>2010-09-03T11:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:43:30.179+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ride slower than I run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='though'/><title type='text'>Bike Love</title><summary type='text'>I love my bike, in fact, everyone who uses it loves my bike. I am a good sharer. I invite you to ride it. You will love it. The seat is adjustable in height, so even if you are king kong, you should be able to ride it. And yes, my husband does ride it in a reckless, super fast, crazy manner that is particular, I think, to type-A males of all species. I don't wear a helmet when I ride it. I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5301531040292904382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5301531040292904382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5301531040292904382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5301531040292904382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/09/bike-love.html' title='Bike Love'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-702122902557914490</id><published>2010-08-30T13:05:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:38:48.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adios'/><title type='text'>Running Tales</title><summary type='text'>sudha inspired me to write a post I was not intending to. Chennai Half Marathon 2010. Unlike her, I was fully intending to run this one. I was hell bent on running it, in fact. I had hydration fears - I was telling my husband that he would HAVE to show up at the half-way point with my gatorade. I took one look at him on Saturday and knew I could not ask him to do that, really. He was exhausted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/702122902557914490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=702122902557914490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/702122902557914490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/702122902557914490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/running-tales.html' title='Running Tales'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-2771922624455407105</id><published>2010-08-26T21:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:48:57.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple of my eye  - this is what we named our apple tv initially..'/><title type='text'>Teach me how to dance...</title><summary type='text'>It has been a musical few weeks now. Ever since we opened the box on the new ipod. We are ages behind everyone else in the world, yes, I agree. When I went to the US this time, I brought back a nano for the husband. No, not the car, silly. I don't think he would fit in that one. Its sleek and black and looked lovely in this box for a week or two. Finally we opened it out and fingered the nice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2771922624455407105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2771922624455407105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2771922624455407105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2771922624455407105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/teach-me-how-to-dance.html' title='Teach me how to dance...'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-7971467546976630007</id><published>2010-08-11T09:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:48:42.228+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wish smoking were my only vice'/><title type='text'>Virtues and vices</title><summary type='text'>I am not known for my patience. You can start with the way I constantly shake my legs when I am sitting down. "It feels like being on a train" people who have had the misfortune to sit next to me on a couch have commented. "Its a sign of nervousness" my father used to say (and go on to ask me to calm down and also provide me with handy mental and physical strength side-notes for future reference)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7971467546976630007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7971467546976630007' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7971467546976630007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7971467546976630007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/virtues-and-vices.html' title='Virtues and vices'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-3370660804427520516</id><published>2010-08-06T09:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:07:45.378+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><title type='text'>Tip Tap Tip Tap</title><summary type='text'>Some mornings, all I want to do is put fingers to keyboard and just type type type away. Whatever comes to mind. I do have blogger's block often, but I also have the opposite of blogger's block, which is this tendency of rambling on somewhat incoherently for a bit, and then hoping some structure, some shape is miraculously acquired by the post.  Many things come to mind at the same time, I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3370660804427520516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=3370660804427520516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3370660804427520516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/3370660804427520516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/tip-tap-tip-tap.html' title='Tip Tap Tip Tap'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-5081802672504255433</id><published>2010-08-03T21:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:21:52.191+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if wishes could be horses...'/><title type='text'>Hark Back At An Old Post</title><summary type='text'>It was a long time ago http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2007/05/ten-vague-wishes.htmlBut I can (sort of) do the backstroke. Not well. Not in a coherent manner. Maybe I will get there! And I definitely am where I intended to with the whole backstroke statement back in 2007. And I climbed a tree - in Germany - in front of a most statuesque looking palace, no less.We played soccer this year. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5081802672504255433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5081802672504255433' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5081802672504255433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5081802672504255433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/hark-back-at-old-post.html' title='Hark Back At An Old Post'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-2193272952788999878</id><published>2010-07-28T09:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:50:20.043+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me;'/><title type='text'>Philosophical Grandstanding</title><summary type='text'>First up I will admit that I am sort of mulling over this as we speak. So I still have not fully formed my thoughts. But why should that stop me from talking about them, right? Right. I had a lot of opportunity for conversation in Germany. In one instance, two of us were badgering a third; we were telling her that she ought to take a particular decision (an administrative one, actually) because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2193272952788999878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2193272952788999878' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2193272952788999878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2193272952788999878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/philosophical-grandstanding.html' title='Philosophical Grandstanding'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-7010808022896389613</id><published>2010-07-25T13:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:04:35.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><title type='text'>Trees On My Mind</title><summary type='text'>My mind has been on trees, of late. Trees are a big part of my everyday life, anyway. If there is one thing I like about my work-place, it is that there are trees there by the zillions. Untouched for years, unperturbed by changes, oblivious to college festivals, impervious to faculty-angst, they dig their roots deep, and spread their branches wide.   I gaze lovingly at them as I run past in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7010808022896389613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=7010808022896389613' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7010808022896389613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/7010808022896389613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/trees-on-my-mind.html' title='Trees On My Mind'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-2266526225010915248</id><published>2010-07-21T19:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:43:11.332+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><title type='text'>Colour me black</title><summary type='text'>My mum had a friend at work. A lady. To me, she looked like a professional, dignified woman, in her sari and bindi. Several years younger than mum, and working at a place that could easily have been one on my list of places to apply to after my studies, she was a role model of sorts. I did not know her well enough to form a strong bond with her, however. She was single, no children, and did not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2266526225010915248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=2266526225010915248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2266526225010915248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/2266526225010915248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/colour-me-black.html' title='Colour me black'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-1957356760488339318</id><published>2010-07-14T09:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:35:33.218+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i swear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its just awesome to be a govt. servant'/><title type='text'>where have you gone?</title><summary type='text'>The magic is conspicuous by its absence today. The morning started all wrong. Actually this wrong morning started yesterday afternoon. With a severe case of prickly eyes. Tuesdays are somewhat calm days usually. Meaning that the monster has no after school activity. I figured I could use that time to catch up on some rest and sleep, cancelled a meeting and went home jubilantly.The house was an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1957356760488339318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=1957356760488339318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1957356760488339318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/1957356760488339318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-have-you-gone.html' title='where have you gone?'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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-3271469593304696364.post-6479955729027344594</id><published>2010-07-12T20:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:25:20.387+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Magic Monster!</title><summary type='text'>Kathrine Switzer is the woman I was reading last week. She was the first woman to run the Boston (marathon), wearing a number. There is a nice made-for-the-movies type story in there, back in 1967 this was, but as you are all aware, I am not good with links and reviews and such like. She claims that when her father, in a bid to dissuade her from something in school, gave her running, it felt like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6479955729027344594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6479955729027344594' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6479955729027344594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6479955729027344594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/magic-monster.html' title='Magic Monster!'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-6719462423667755683</id><published>2010-07-09T17:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:41:21.131+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedded Bliss'/><title type='text'>Thirteen terrific years</title><summary type='text'>Yep. That's the number we are at now. It was July. It was the 11th. It was 1997. It was swelteringly, disgustingly hot. Somehow, despite it all, we got married (and I survived the Kanjeevarams!). I still feel it ought to have been special in a more personal sort of way. But then I recall that I have thoroughly enjoyed all the weddings I have attended, even the conventional sort of extravaganza, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6719462423667755683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=6719462423667755683' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6719462423667755683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/6719462423667755683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/thirteen-terrific-years.html' title='Thirteen terrific years'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-5741804934681903014</id><published>2010-07-08T09:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:36:40.357+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i think its because my crazy hair is seeping into my brain (in addition to the drain)'/><title type='text'>Is it better to have loved &amp; lost..</title><summary type='text'>than not to have loved at all?i often ponder on this mushy ass bunch of mumbo-jumbo nonsense. like, really.like when i KNOW i loved that blue hair-band firmly, and then i proceed to misplace it, sometimes it is eaten by my handbag, sometimes it is whisked away by the monster (i suspect), sometimes it goes in the wash (and never comes out).that little piece of paper on which i made my wish-list (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5741804934681903014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5741804934681903014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5741804934681903014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5741804934681903014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-it-better-to-have-loved-lost.html' title='Is it better to have loved &amp; lost..'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271469593304696364.post-5627495381154794796</id><published>2010-07-06T09:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:43:26.485+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me; lists; moving on'/><title type='text'>Lists and things</title><summary type='text'>i love to make lists. i usually make tons of lists, i follow some of them. i always pack from a list. except when its a day trip for work, when i just tick the few items (laptop! powercord! mouse! book!) off in my head. i even grocery shop with a list. my cook knows better than to fling item names at me. she makes me write them down and pin them on the fridge. and then when i leave, i forget the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5627495381154794796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271469593304696364&amp;postID=5627495381154794796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5627495381154794796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271469593304696364/posts/default/5627495381154794796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennybunkportmaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/lists-and-things.html' title='Lists and things'/><author><name>kbpm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829919187093167561</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
