<?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-28988571</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:45:12.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelogue</title><subtitle type='html'>Travelogues are travel diaries or journals that usually contain travel descriptions, amusing anecdotes, experiences etc. during travel.
Life too is a journey &amp; as we travel along the life, we come across varied experiences, situations, success, failures, &amp; every incident leaves a specific footprint on our lives.
My travelogue is a collection of all those thoughts, learning’s, special moments, experiences which I have gather along the journey of life. 
As life moves on, it continues .....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28988571.post-6115599718604614209</id><published>2010-10-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:22:50.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so proud to be .........</title><summary type='text'>Written on : 29th Sept.'10I feel so proud to be .........  It’s great having positive people around ALL THE TIME!! I consider myself to be a very lucky person to have this. I feel so proud &amp; so lucky to be surrounded with happy going &amp; positive ppl.. I am kind of person who is very easy going &amp; loves to enjoy life to the fullest rather than thinking who did what, who said what, fault finding, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/6115599718604614209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=6115599718604614209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/6115599718604614209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/6115599718604614209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-so-proud-to-be.html' title='I feel so proud to be .........'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-3383697900209848513</id><published>2009-03-19T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:19:26.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[A THOUGHT] What’s in a surname?</title><summary type='text'>I was recently going through an article in TOI abt. girls surname change post marriage. I was surprised to read that now many of the girls have protested to this practice and they insist on carrying their paternal surname post marriage. Major arguments to support this are related to identity issues.. &amp; for few it’s paper work issue.I am not married yet.. but still I have a thought to share on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/3383697900209848513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=3383697900209848513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/3383697900209848513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/3383697900209848513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-whats-in-surname.html' title='[A THOUGHT] What’s in a surname?'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-5246104475132600577</id><published>2008-04-02T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:49:31.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[AOL] POWER_OF_OUR_GURUJI</title><summary type='text'>4th Feb.'08 Jai Guru Dev ..Yesterday it was around 12 in the night &amp; we were coming back from a marriage. We were 8 people &amp; were coming backhome in a hired Qualis. Driver was driving very rash. Despite of our repeated request, he was driving fast, soinbetween don't know how many times he over took from wrong direction &amp; what all &amp; what not.We were standing at IIT Red light &amp; suddenly few guys </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/5246104475132600577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=5246104475132600577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/5246104475132600577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/5246104475132600577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2008/04/aol-powerofourguruji.html' title='[AOL] POWER_OF_OUR_GURUJI'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-7471703562566214420</id><published>2007-02-01T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:26:37.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[TRIP] Mussorie</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this on 21st Sept. 2002, exactly a year after we went for a trip to Mussorie (my fav. place)!!This was one of the most most memorable trip &amp; we had so much so much fun ........Our office gang .. Amit(Bhansali), Anuj, Ashu, Priya, Archana, Rekha, Dipali &amp; Me (Ofcourse), went for a very short 2 day to Mussorie. We started on 21st Sep. Friday night &amp; came back on 24th Sep. Monday morning ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/7471703562566214420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=7471703562566214420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/7471703562566214420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/7471703562566214420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2007/02/mussorie.html' title='[TRIP] Mussorie'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-116222181371597485</id><published>2006-10-30T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:23:33.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[TRIP] DHARAMSALA-DALHOUSIE DAY1</title><summary type='text'>It is said : better late than never.. so though I am only few months late, but still going by the thought I am posting this blog :)********************************************************************************* "Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember."     After loads of planning, finally the day came when we had to leave for our trip to Dharamsala. Everything was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/116222181371597485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=116222181371597485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/116222181371597485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/116222181371597485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-dharamsala-dalhousie-day1.html' title='[TRIP] DHARAMSALA-DALHOUSIE DAY1'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-115477605868593799</id><published>2006-08-05T04:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T04:07:38.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[OFFICIAL] 31DAYS@NEW GROUP</title><summary type='text'>3rd Aug. 2006----------------3rd April 2000 I joined ST in Memories team and 3rd  July 2006 I moved from Memories team to TCD team. 3rd  and 3rd ..What a co-incidence.. Seems 3rd is lucky for me!!  Today it's been a month since I moved to my new group. First month is over now and I can comfortably say that I'm enjoying easing into my new role. After working for last 6years as a BE developer in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/115477605868593799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=115477605868593799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115477605868593799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115477605868593799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/08/official-31daysnew-group_05.html' title='[OFFICIAL] 31DAYS@NEW GROUP'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-115411173703583500</id><published>2006-07-28T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:28:12.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[MOTIVATOR] No Permanent Failure.</title><summary type='text'>28th July'06There is no permanent failure     Recently while reading about fear’s and phobia’s I came across a very good excerpt:     “Lord Nelson, England’s famous naval hero suffered from seasickness throughout his life. Needless, to say, the man who destroyed Napoleon’s fleet did not let it interfere with his career. He conquered his sea sickness on his own and let others not know about it.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/115411173703583500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=115411173703583500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115411173703583500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115411173703583500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/07/motivator-no-permanent-failure.html' title='[MOTIVATOR] No Permanent Failure.'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-115394430278020398</id><published>2006-07-26T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T04:01:53.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[OFFICIAL] First Party in New Group.</title><summary type='text'>                                                                                                                                            26th July'2006Today I went to my first party in new work group. It’s going to be a month now since I joined this group, but didn’t have much interaction with everyone in the group. So, I was bit reluctant to go for the party. Moreover, it was a project party </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/115394430278020398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=115394430278020398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115394430278020398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115394430278020398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/07/official-first-party-in-new-group.html' title='[OFFICIAL] First Party in New Group.'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-115368001626964645</id><published>2006-07-23T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:38:53.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[D-TO-D] Are we so Selfish?</title><summary type='text'>                                                                                                                                      16th May'2006Today I was talking to one of my friends. She as very upset and her tears were beyond control. She was bitterly crying and her body was numb. I was short of words to console her. Unlike other times, this time it was not fear of death that was bothering</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/115368001626964645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=115368001626964645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115368001626964645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115368001626964645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/07/d-to-d-are-we-so-selfish.html' title='[D-TO-D] Are we so Selfish?'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-115134858274085874</id><published>2006-06-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:04:49.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[D-TO-D] Whose duty is it anyway?</title><summary type='text'>   Few days back in a general coffee table discussion with a friend, a topic came up that whether we will be able to pass our culture, our language etc. to our future generations or not? Whether we will be able to teach them a very basic thing as our own mother tongue or not?     I feel answer to this question is not very simple. Infact, answer lies in the question, that, are we ready to keep our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/115134858274085874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=115134858274085874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115134858274085874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/115134858274085874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/06/d-to-d-whose-duty-is-it-anyway.html' title='[D-TO-D] Whose duty is it anyway?'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-114905720332325770</id><published>2006-05-30T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:42:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[D-TO-D] HECTIC but GRATIFYING DAY.</title><summary type='text'>I generally hate repetitiveness &amp; whenever I do something different from daily agenda, I feel very happy &amp; full of life. Yesterday was a very hectic day. It is not that I am not used to such hectic schedules, but yesterday was very fruitful &amp; at the end of the day even after being so tired, I was very relaxed &amp; satisfied. Sometimes, small things give us so much contentment &amp; pleasure.Yesterday I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/114905720332325770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=114905720332325770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/114905720332325770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/114905720332325770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/05/d-to-d-hectic-but-gratifying-day.html' title='[D-TO-D] HECTIC but GRATIFYING DAY.'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-114905444485632937</id><published>2006-05-30T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:42:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[TRIP] Mystical Experience.</title><summary type='text'>High altitudes have always been a symbol of the spiritual quest.I was in Dalhousie with my friends. It was a nice pleasant morning and an experience to be awake and being in lap of nature before the Sun was quite refreshing. I wanted to enjoy the nature.s beauty in the freshness of morning sun. I found it too precious to loose while sleeping. No one was up yet &amp; I alone was enjoying the view, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/114905444485632937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=114905444485632937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/114905444485632937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/114905444485632937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-mystical-experience.html' title='[TRIP] Mystical Experience.'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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-28988571.post-114900514275205911</id><published>2006-05-30T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:07:06.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[TRIP] It helped me conquer my fear.</title><summary type='text'>The fear of heights became an irrational obsession for me, so bad that I was too frightened to even use an escalator in malls/metro stations etc. So imagine what would happen if someone with that level of fear had to travel in mountains.Last week I went for a trip with my friends to Dharamsala &amp; Dalhousie. It was not my first trip to hills, I have traveled a lot to hill stations, but over a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/114900514275205911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28988571&amp;postID=114900514275205911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/114900514275205911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28988571/posts/default/114900514275205911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-collection.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-it-helped-me-conquer-my-fear.html' title='[TRIP] It helped me conquer my fear.'/><author><name>Lippika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532015418574278094</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></feed>
