<?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-26724234</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:21:00.133-05:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='laughs at life'/><title type='text'>The AntiSense Strand</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-5519957337694359083</id><published>2007-07-13T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:21:10.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Me!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shifted to Wordpress. If you are not automatically redirected (which you won't), then click &lt;a href="http://theantisensestrand.wordpress.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-5519957337694359083?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/5519957337694359083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=5519957337694359083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/5519957337694359083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/5519957337694359083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2007/07/catch-me.html' title='Catch Me!!'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-4229598846175197161</id><published>2007-03-25T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:44:54.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Love this Quote!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!&lt;br /&gt;The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;br /&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."&lt;/blockquote&gt;         -Alexander Pope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-4229598846175197161?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/4229598846175197161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=4229598846175197161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/4229598846175197161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/4229598846175197161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-this-quote_25.html' title='Love this Quote!!'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-6768947577136645120</id><published>2007-02-27T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:22:03.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs at life'/><title type='text'>10 times when people were wrong about me!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is what all I have been called by people unknowingly and when they turned out to be wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; by women at International student Services. She thought I was Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; by a an Indian guy who was going to same university as me on our flight to USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; by a lot many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himachali or Pahadi&lt;/span&gt; by many ranging from my Kabadiwaala to my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rajasthani&lt;/span&gt; by I dont remember whom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gourav&lt;/span&gt; (its Gaurav) by many many people.(I hate to see that spelling on my certificates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very studious guy&lt;/span&gt;....many think so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfectly Sane&lt;/span&gt;....again many turn out to be wrong abt this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know how to count properly&lt;/span&gt;....see this should have been  ninth point!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-6768947577136645120?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/6768947577136645120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=6768947577136645120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/6768947577136645120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/6768947577136645120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-times-when-people-were-wrong-about.html' title='10 times when people were wrong about me!!!!'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-4580959652554047212</id><published>2007-02-16T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:55:05.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs at life'/><title type='text'>Being Haryanvi!!</title><content type='html'>I disappoint a lot many people, by telling them that  I am a Haryanvi. I don't have that typical Haryanvi physique which they expect from typical Haryana Boy. So sometime back I gave up on telling that I am from Haryana and would say that I am from Delhi (practically thats true too as I have been in Delhi since I was seven. But than that day this episode happened on a crowded Delhi Transport corporation bus. This guy, who must have been 40 plus was shooting questions at me like a quiz show host...Here's how it went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Guy: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ehh.. Hello&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Where are u from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this question always confuses me, I am never sure what the other person wants to know, is it the place or my educational institution. Whatever I say people are expecting it to be other one and this time was no different!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Indraprastha University&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaunsi&lt;/span&gt; (which) jagah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not that guys fault, my university is not that popular!!!..the only university ppl know in Delhi are Delhi University, JNU and AIIMS and one of them is not a university)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No, I mean which place are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh!!!..am from Delhi....&lt;br /&gt;Guy: That everybody says...but nobody is from Delhi..where are u from originally?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I was born in Haryana and have been in Delhi since I was seven.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then you must say that you are from Haryana!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (obviously pissed off at this unwanted advice)..Ok Sir!!Thank you for telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other scenario that happens when I say that am a haryanvi is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: Where are u from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haryana (with that haryanvi rough accent, in which every 'n' becomes 'annh')&lt;br /&gt;Person: Ha Ha..you dont look like haryanvi's&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah I know that...(now how should I explain that haryanvi look that he has in mind is that of a haryanvi farmer ho dos a lot of physical work everyday and  my family gave up farming, since my grandfather's time.&lt;br /&gt;Person: Are u a jat?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No sir, I am a Brahmin&lt;br /&gt;Person: But are'nt all the people in Haryana Jats.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Most of them but not all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I have felt that how meaningless these questions are, what difference does it make whether I am from haryana or delhi and If I am a jat or a brahmin...But you get used to these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are the things that come to me when I say I am from Haryana and I love then all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Haryana Roadways and their drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is shaky in that bus except the engine. And how those drivers manage to run those buses on those half built roads, only god knows. I believe its a feat in itself and if properly trained these drivers can be damn good race car drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) And Conductors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never waive a bus to stop if you are not standing exactly at the stop. Because the bus will never stop and you will become topic of discussion inside the bus for next half an hour. The discussion starts when conductor will hurl two abuses at you for not knowing the rules. But the good part is that you are not on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) People and their accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accent which is known for its roughness but believe me these people are really kind at heart. They will do anything to make u feel comfortable except speaking politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Asking Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ask anybody questions and if it becomes absolutely essential to ask something then never ever expect a direct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in Haryana, you will never be called by your name. Your name in Haryana will be "your father's name followed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka". &lt;/span&gt;Well overtime you will get used to it, as your father's name is still ur "Grandpa's ka".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dogs on street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till a few years back, one could not dare to wear a jeans and go to a village because dogs would find you alien and chase you till end of village after which you are in boundary of another village with dogs waiting there too!. But last heard, dogs have started realizing the fashion trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more things about Haryana, come to my mind every now and then although I have been in Delhi since I was seven......Well nobody is from Delhi, Right!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-4580959652554047212?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/4580959652554047212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=4580959652554047212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/4580959652554047212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/4580959652554047212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-haryanvi.html' title='Being Haryanvi!!'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-5455753128147913979</id><published>2007-01-06T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:11:56.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New World Order....</title><content type='html'>Nature Neuroscience's January issue carried a research article where some scientist at prestigious University of California have shown that humans do have a very strong sense of smell like canines, its just lack of practice which makes them inferior to our faithful friend the dogs. But here's how,with this discovery, the future may look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Delhi Police Bomb detection squad's sniffer unit may have recruitment drives where humans and dogs compete against each other. Not to forget a special quota for humans passed by parliament and a pending case against the bill filed by Maneka Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Advertisement in Times of India:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% guarantee of improved sense of sniffing or money back. Special classes for DPBDS (Delhi Police Bomb Detection Squad) recruitment exam. Contact: Gaurav Singh Talwar: 9143212233&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) News in morning daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve teasers using improved sense of smell to track girls to their homes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Cases in Court:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman sniffer in Delhi Police files sexual harrasment complaint against Danny the Dog, a fellow sniffer in department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Reduction in number of children running away from home as their parents can track them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-5455753128147913979?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/5455753128147913979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=5455753128147913979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/5455753128147913979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/5455753128147913979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2007/01/nature-neurosciences-january-issue.html' title='A New World Order....'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-116518845014468104</id><published>2006-12-03T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:27:30.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls need to fall</title><content type='html'>Walls...........&lt;br /&gt;biased to some undefined definitions&lt;br /&gt;scaffolded by unreasonable reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on some thoughtless musings&lt;br /&gt;bolstered by wrong understandings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastered by lack of courage to talk&lt;br /&gt;absent willingness of a together walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts filled the crevices if any&lt;br /&gt;Suspicions coated those layers many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We,enjoyed there very existence&lt;br /&gt;contributing to their persistence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody aimed, somebody not&lt;br /&gt;but wall never had the shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaken sometimes, never broken&lt;br /&gt;Walls heal, if debris away not taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walls thick or thin, big or small&lt;br /&gt;old or new, need to fall.....&lt;br /&gt;Need to fall.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-116518845014468104?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/116518845014468104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=116518845014468104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/116518845014468104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/116518845014468104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/12/walls-need-to-fall.html' title='Walls need to fall'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-115495587358527320</id><published>2006-08-07T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:04:33.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Remember.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we all bunked class&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And everybody’s phone rang&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The angry voice roared&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And somebody said, ‘Uncle!!’.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When in middle of serious class&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;dean tucked his shirt in&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;remembered till now as greatest sin.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And somebody said, “What’s this?!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we woke up early&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;to line up in front of library&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;those pushes, those shovels&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;just for books we never read.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we all fought; on reasons&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Petty enough but never sought.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;We stopped talking, to talk later&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Books again being the baiter.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we went to functions&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Those jokes, those extended laughs&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Those incarnated hero’s, those disputes&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And that train ride from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ghaziabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we went to McDonalds&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Those live romantic movies&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Eliciting comments and reviews from we,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Heartless souls, digging into their burgers.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we went to Shimla&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;That comedy of errors&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Those beautiful sceneries by nature&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;That ugly bus ride and fuming project guides.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we celebrated together&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Those plannings on table&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Those long dance parties&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Those freshers and lovely farewells.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we cried together&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You my be a boy or a girl,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But you cried for those times&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ol’ times which we spent together.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I still remember..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As if it was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-115495587358527320?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/115495587358527320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=115495587358527320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/115495587358527320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/115495587358527320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-still-remember.html' title='I Still Remember.........'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-114993865552192238</id><published>2006-06-10T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T06:24:15.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some weird Journals</title><content type='html'>Hey i thought of some weird journal names. I dedicate all these weird journal names to researchers who believe more in getting out papers than research itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Journal of Non hopping Grasshoppers&lt;br /&gt;Journal of wriggling earthworms&lt;br /&gt;Proceedings of Academy of mathematician turned biologist turned physicist turned .........&lt;br /&gt;International Journal of Animal Tails&lt;br /&gt;International Journal of Bird tails.&lt;br /&gt;Journal of Plant who look like animals&lt;br /&gt;Journal of plant like animals&lt;br /&gt;Journal of winking eyes&lt;br /&gt;Unidentified Fossil Magazine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-114993865552192238?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/114993865552192238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=114993865552192238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114993865552192238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114993865552192238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-weird-journals.html' title='Some weird Journals'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-114940581101261656</id><published>2006-06-04T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:23:31.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Werewolves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/likeliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/320/likeliness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first time I read about the werewolves was in some book on French Short stories. From that time onward the character of werewolves has intrigued me a lot. I have always wanted to know the truth behind the legend and stories on werewolves. In the meantime, I have enjoyed the the modern day portryal of werewolves such as Hugh Jackmen as Wolverine in X-Men series( although the way he became wolverine is much different from traditional point of view on transformation of werewolves) and the character of Prof. Remus Lupin in Harry Potter series. I absolutely love this character and commend J.K. Rowling for meticulously coining the name Remus Lupin for the werewolf teacher. Actually "Lupine" itself means wolf like and "Remus" acc to Roman mythology was the one who founded Rome alongwith his brother Romulus. Both the brothers were brought up by wolves in their childhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently I found an interesting link on &lt;a href="http://alam25.tripod.com/"&gt;Werewolves: Truths and Myths&lt;/a&gt;. A nice link providing lot of information including some recen trials on werewolves. My desire to explore the subject still persists and someday I would visit the places like forests of Cologne, which were the sites of some of the earliest occurrences of werewolves.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-114940581101261656?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/114940581101261656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=114940581101261656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114940581101261656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114940581101261656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/06/werewolves.html' title='Werewolves'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-114935935517693055</id><published>2006-06-03T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T13:29:15.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch My Heart</title><content type='html'>Scent of moist earth&lt;br /&gt;Hills&lt;br /&gt;A nice pen&lt;br /&gt;Tree outside my window&lt;br /&gt;Wooden houses&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rains&lt;br /&gt;Church Bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Sound of rain on corrugated roofs&lt;br /&gt;Werewolves&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes/ blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sound of a Piano&lt;br /&gt;Sound of a Flute&lt;br /&gt;watching clouds move&lt;br /&gt;An old house&lt;br /&gt;Toy train ride to Shimla&lt;br /&gt;Malgudi&lt;br /&gt;R.K. Narayan&lt;br /&gt;"It's a life" by Burkhard Dallwitz&lt;br /&gt;Yellowed pages of an old book&lt;br /&gt;History of a place&lt;br /&gt;Colours of Fall&lt;br /&gt;Trees after rain&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Cones of Pine tree&lt;br /&gt;Mythology&lt;br /&gt;A Big tree&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;An artistic photograph&lt;br /&gt;T. Shirt with my name at back&lt;br /&gt;Convertibles&lt;br /&gt;Land Cruiser&lt;br /&gt;Musical notation&lt;br /&gt;Creativity&lt;br /&gt;Travelling&lt;br /&gt;Mathematical equations on window panes&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming Big&lt;br /&gt;Short stories&lt;br /&gt;Samuraies&lt;br /&gt;Wooden Bridges&lt;br /&gt;Brooks in forest&lt;br /&gt;Trekking&lt;br /&gt;Rows of colourful flowers&lt;br /&gt;Word' Veracity'&lt;br /&gt;Stem cells&lt;br /&gt;Intricacies of human anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;House near a stream&lt;br /&gt;Collecting logos&lt;br /&gt;Calligraphic Styles&lt;br /&gt;Streetlamps&lt;br /&gt;Photographs in National Geographic Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the things which strike some chords of my heart. There are of Course many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend Kokonad, one of whose blogs was inspiration behind this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-114935935517693055?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/114935935517693055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=114935935517693055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114935935517693055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114935935517693055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/06/touch-my-heart.html' title='Touch My Heart'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-114899842917413845</id><published>2006-05-30T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:13:49.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aristotle v/s Arjun Singh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"The worst form of inequality is try to make unequal things equal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                                            -- Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-114899842917413845?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/114899842917413845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=114899842917413845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114899842917413845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114899842917413845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/05/aristotle-vs-arjun-singh.html' title='Aristotle v/s Arjun Singh'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-114770609882994554</id><published>2006-05-15T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:14:59.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Window To History</title><content type='html'>The great irony of this post is that I am writing this post when I have already left my window to history due to change in hostels. While surfing net, I found some interesting yellowed versions of views that were first sight out of my room's window a few years back. The realistion came a bit late to me that the St. James Church, Delhi which formed the view of my window is the oldest church in Delhi.   The church was christened in 1836 and was built by James Skinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/St.%20james%20Church%201856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/320/St.%20james%20Church%201856.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An 1899 photograph of St. James Church. The original cross and ball got destroyed in mutiny of 1856                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/St.James%20Church%20old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/320/St.James%20Church%20old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    An old photograph of St. James Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/st_james_church%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/320/st_james_church%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Present Day view of St. James Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Google Image Search for this realization to dawn on me and all those people who took these photos more than a century back ( except the last one!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-114770609882994554?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/114770609882994554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=114770609882994554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114770609882994554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114770609882994554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-window-to-history.html' title='My Window To History'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-114625325302824321</id><published>2006-04-28T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:42:09.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path less Trodden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/36986717_74041642b7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/320/36986717_74041642b7_m.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everybody tells to take a path less trodden. Maybe because the flowers on that path have not been broken and smashed under walking feet. But does walking down an untraversed path accoutre one with unchallenged powers to pluck flowers and deny the pleasure of beauty to followers or it loads one with the responsibility of putting a board on the path saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" DO NOT PLUCK FLOWERS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The same thoughts, I have found apt in my Biosafety and Bioethics classes. Does power of a new technology give one the freewill to practise whatever he likes or it leaves one with the responsibility to set laws for safe usage of such technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-114625325302824321?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/114625325302824321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=114625325302824321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114625325302824321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114625325302824321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/04/path-less-trodden.html' title='The Path less Trodden'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26724234.post-114570476257795915</id><published>2006-04-22T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:19:22.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi to all!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi to all my fellow bloggers and people who take pains to read all these blogs. and an anticipatory thanks to all those who are going to read the Antisense strand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26724234-114570476257795915?l=theantisensestrand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/feeds/114570476257795915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26724234&amp;postID=114570476257795915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114570476257795915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26724234/posts/default/114570476257795915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theantisensestrand.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-to-all.html' title='Hi to all!!!'/><author><name>Gaurav Bhardwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475559786725199707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/515/2800/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
