<?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-23020137</id><updated>2012-01-25T13:04:11.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the Match</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-1299015406208720202</id><published>2007-11-02T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:45:18.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You wouldn't think so, but...</title><summary type='text'>You: I've been to your blog a number of times. It's starting to stink you know...Me: Look man. I'll tell you this much - I still write.You: Where!? I want to read this stuff.Me: Anonymity gives me more freedom.You: Then, how will I ever read what you write?Me: I won't lie to you, friend. You may never read my writing again. And even if you do, you may never know it's me scratching from behind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/1299015406208720202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/1299015406208720202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-wouldnt-think-so-but.html' title='You wouldn&apos;t think so, but...'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-5353989234116211171</id><published>2007-03-21T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:56:20.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOSUR.</title><summary type='text'>I’m back. But only because Sudhindra cut his hair. The void has to be filled.There have been many happenings about which I can’t wait to tell you guys, but this experience beats the rest. One night after dinner, I went out for a walk with a couple of my friends. We turned at Central Silk Board junction to, you guessed it, Hosur Road. As we walked down the road in the cold and windy moonlit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/5353989234116211171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/5353989234116211171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2007/03/hosur.html' title='HOSUR.'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-115980938306879830</id><published>2006-10-02T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:18:56.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST FRIEND AT INFY</title><summary type='text'>Life has to move on. I have been in Infosys for the past month and have enjoyed every second of it. I have many memories to share, and one of them is how I met my new best friend Sunny GS  here at Infy.It was the first day and our induction program had taken a much awaited break. Sitting in the second row of the auditorium, I could see a guy with loads of hair, Dhoni style in front of me. He had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/115980938306879830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/115980938306879830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-friend-at-infy.html' title='FIRST FRIEND AT INFY'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-115411969366183095</id><published>2006-07-28T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:43:47.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STREAKERS CLUB</title><summary type='text'>Ah, for blonde hair. No, brown hair. Reddish brown. No, black.Hang on. Let's rewind. Although hair coloring was initially targetted at grey hair, it unleashed a desire in many people with perfectly normal hair to streak. Perhaps an occasional change is ok, but as they say, a pastime can become a passion. And passions can always take you too far. It may be hard to imagine, but there are pockets in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/115411969366183095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/115411969366183095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/07/streakers-club.html' title='THE STREAKERS CLUB'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-114647737323619296</id><published>2006-05-01T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:46:33.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PROJECT SCRAMBLE - II</title><summary type='text'>After settling down in the room, the HoD called to a start the project presentations with a short speech:"Today is the one and only day I will accept your projects. We have and will provide any resources for you to demonstrate your project. And each will be done within ten minutes. It is within these these ten minutes or never. And if you fail to present one, you will be stuck in this for hole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114647737323619296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114647737323619296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/05/project-scramble-ii.html' title='THE PROJECT SCRAMBLE - II'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-114571887804037654</id><published>2006-04-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:59:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PROJECT SCRAMBLE - I</title><summary type='text'>"Tomorrow is the last day for project submission. If you don't do it, I will fail you and you can hang around another year."With these I've-got-you-now words, our smug HoD plunged the class into a deathly silence. Everyone had forgotten about this. No work throughout the semester. No escape to a cinema hall. And now, as the old bore left the class, I realised that the day before the day was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114571887804037654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114571887804037654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/04/project-scramble-i.html' title='THE PROJECT SCRAMBLE - I'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-114447374342649705</id><published>2006-04-07T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:24:39.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NGNS : INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL</title><summary type='text'>The men who run the colleges of today control the fate of their students like no other. While students have a lot to do, these men are letting them down by allowing the students to live in innocent ignorance of the realities in the outside world. NGNS went over to MCE to check the status of a twenty-five year old college and found some appalling manholes, literally and figuratively. We requested </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114447374342649705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114447374342649705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/04/ngns-interview-with-devil.html' title='NGNS : INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-114331447946686840</id><published>2006-03-25T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:05:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPISODE IV - JUST SHOOT ME</title><summary type='text'>I ambled back to the building hoping that my chances at Cognizant were not done yet. I had to try and persuade this man. I had to be prepared for any questions he may ask to see if I was worth the extra trouble. Despite the the Diwali bombardment that I just came from , I was confident I wouldn't let myself down. Anyway this man was the head of recruitment at Cognizant. Clearly it wasn't goign to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114331447946686840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114331447946686840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/03/episode-iv-just-shoot-me.html' title='EPISODE IV - JUST SHOOT ME'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-114096029820742954</id><published>2006-02-26T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T07:13:57.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPISODE III -THE ICEBERG</title><summary type='text'>As we entered the canteen ,we were greeted with a bunch of gulab jamuns. Now this was a first.  Our canteen has been a messy place all these years. But now, just when we were about to graduate, it is spick and span. And they are adding these new things on the menu like fruit punch, manchuria, noodles, imported chocolates and stuff. Where were all these things earlier? Somehow this always happens </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114096029820742954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114096029820742954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/02/episode-iii-iceberg.html' title='EPISODE III -THE ICEBERG'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-114089587307309828</id><published>2006-02-25T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T07:09:26.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPISODES OF A STRANGE DAY</title><summary type='text'>EPISODE I"Aren't you placed?" said Rakesh.I knew this question was going to come up today,"Ah, I'm glad you asked me that question Ra..","Then ANSWER it."  he cut in.His eyes weren't friendly. This hostility was, ofcourse, expected from all those who were eligible for the CTS. It was very important for them (remember 'life and death'?). And any extra competition from already-placed's was not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114089587307309828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114089587307309828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/02/episodes-of-strange-day.html' title='EPISODES OF A STRANGE DAY'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020137.post-114089617914087638</id><published>2006-02-24T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:36:45.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NGNS : "INTERNAL" CHAOS</title><summary type='text'>~~*NINJA-GINJA NEWS SERVICE*~~Maderbul village 6th February.The IT Dept. of  MCE saw incredible drama today as a group of students stormed the HOD's room in the morning and demanded a  postponement of the internal assesments scheduled for the 8th and 9th. Luckily for the HOD, the students found that he wasn't in his chair. However the heat carried over into the classroom where a small group of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114089617914087638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020137/posts/default/114089617914087638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-of-the-match.blogspot.com/2006/02/ngns-internal-chaos.html' title='NGNS : &quot;INTERNAL&quot; CHAOS'/><author><name>Achyuta Akella</name><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></entry></feed>
