<?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-6148900040055462143</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:11:02.524+08:00</updated><category term='nationalism'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='globalization'/><title type='text'>Diggin deeper</title><subtitle type='html'>All things that inspire debate, all things mundane and all things in-between require diggin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-3887402766979378179</id><published>2007-04-03T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:02:05.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why clean the mess?</title><summary type='text'>Disclaimer: This post is not a validation of messiness. So please refrain from deriving guilt relief from it!My mentor is junior college had a plaque on her desk that said, “A clean desk is the sign of a sick mind.” I didn’t think if it was true but I enjoyed the audacity of this one sentence in a country that boasts of relentless organization, and immaculate order, predictability. In retrospect,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/3887402766979378179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=3887402766979378179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/3887402766979378179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/3887402766979378179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-clean-mess.html' title='Why clean the mess?'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-4152768899238960343</id><published>2007-03-02T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:05:54.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ART: Stories your’s and mine.</title><summary type='text'>There were people from different walks of lives, even the almost stereotypical caricatures: flamboyant, drunk old men, proud, young and pretty muse apparitions, the calculative buyers, and the other worldly drifters. It was an evening for the celebration of art. It was as eventful as a social evening gets. When I left the premises I was reminded of a famous painter, Jatin Das’s words: “"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/4152768899238960343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=4152768899238960343&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/4152768899238960343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/4152768899238960343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/03/art-stories-yours-and-mine.html' title='ART: Stories your’s and mine.'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-2154780909322603397</id><published>2007-02-11T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:09:28.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nationalism'/><title type='text'>My homeland, my country</title><summary type='text'>Question: Are you a patriotic Indian?Answer: I think that’s irrelevant. Yes I am Indian, it defines who I am, shapes my thoughts, but no I don’t think I feverishly worship my Indian roots. Patriotism is irrelevant whether Indian or any other.Breeding specific country-based loyalty seems somehow misplaced in a largely migrant world (migrant is not just the physical state, but also our divided </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/2154780909322603397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=2154780909322603397&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/2154780909322603397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/2154780909322603397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-homeland-my-country.html' title='My homeland, my country'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UvcNEeKOaPE/Rc4aOA7o0HI/AAAAAAAAACA/LRoUNV3iOgU/s72-c/tagore-pict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-2373646927090999284</id><published>2007-02-05T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:09:29.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='globalization'/><title type='text'>Today's Update from the WarZone</title><summary type='text'>Recently a very successful young company in Singapore was acquired by MediaCorp: one of the biggest names in Asian Media. The strange thing is that knowing the media space and these organizations one can tell that they have very little in common; in fact they are as different as the baby Boomers and Gen X! And even stranger is the fact that this is probably the highest point for this young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/2373646927090999284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=2373646927090999284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/2373646927090999284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/2373646927090999284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/02/todays-update-from-warzone_05.html' title='Today&apos;s Update from the WarZone'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UvcNEeKOaPE/Rckk1Du5VpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MY3jBXO48zI/s72-c/big_fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-5245460185419282741</id><published>2007-01-19T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:09:29.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An argument in pictures</title><summary type='text'>Detour-I thought it was important to make way for a strident voice: Sebastião Salgado.    This man forsake his profession as an economist for his camera. He traveled 39 countries for 7 years gathering  impressions. This collection of photographs Migrations essays economic squalor across continents that has uprooted millions and caused insufferable damage to humanity.  These images in hues of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/5245460185419282741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=5245460185419282741&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/5245460185419282741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/5245460185419282741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/01/argument-in-pictures.html' title='An argument in pictures'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UvcNEeKOaPE/RbCT1GtzdfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j8o-Sumrmuk/s72-c/salgado1.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-1402114540028683732</id><published>2007-01-15T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:48:58.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethink Globalization</title><summary type='text'>Is progress really inevitable? Whose progress is it anyway?Is Globalization the way to go: or is it a TINA( there is no alternative) perspective?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/1402114540028683732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=1402114540028683732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/1402114540028683732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/1402114540028683732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/01/rethink-globalization.html' title='Rethink Globalization'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-6389354376619265812</id><published>2007-01-10T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:44:22.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>Watching You: 2</title><summary type='text'>   After getting your feedback and insightful comments, I went about digging some more on this new voyeuristic culture (an act of voyeurism this!). The idea was to seek an alternative explanation.  I figured voyeurism is in a way a democratic power re-appropriation by the masses. In other words, now everyone has the power to see hence the playing field is somehow leveled. Think about the times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/6389354376619265812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=6389354376619265812&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/6389354376619265812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/6389354376619265812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/01/watching-you-2.html' title='Watching You: 2'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-654088610063748900</id><published>2007-01-05T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:28:22.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching you</title><summary type='text'>At 2 AM after a very long day at work, I sat down to write my first blog entry for Diggin Deeper.  But being a compulsive multi-tasker, I got into an argument while chatting on the go. My friend was telling me that I needed to blog personal incidents. All people are voyeurs; they are more interested in other people’s lives, he claimed. But I wasn’t convinced, wasn’t the internet a source of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/654088610063748900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=654088610063748900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/654088610063748900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/654088610063748900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/01/watching-you.html' title='Watching you'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148900040055462143.post-4603172980343851565</id><published>2007-01-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:28:57.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diggin what?</title><summary type='text'>Breaking the barriers of discplines, challenging definitions,  and ending dogmatic theory-lets begin by questioning the things that are never questioned.Like: Why is their a lecture system in colleges? Why does democracy stand apart from communism? Why are we building larger than life brands/companies/organizations?Why do pop songs sound the same? Why do we have song and dance sequences in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/feeds/4603172980343851565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148900040055462143&amp;postID=4603172980343851565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/4603172980343851565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148900040055462143/posts/default/4603172980343851565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slipside.blogspot.com/2007/01/diggin-what.html' title='Diggin what?'/><author><name>Usha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989498698543301847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/usha_m/DSC000381.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
