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		<title>Let go…</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have always thought of self-help books, various philosophies of life, therapists and the like as full of crap and I was rather contemptuous towards regular people with regular problems who seek advice and solace from these. I absolutely hated The Alchemist, for instance and consider it one of the most overrated books of all [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/11/18/let-go%e2%80%a6/</link>
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		<title>The mediocrity principle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This may be the worst career move I&#8217;ll make and I will probably live to regret this, but I&#8217;m in a fiercely honest mood, and so on this day, to all the lovely people who read this blog, I hereby declare myself as mediocre.
And no, admitting this mediocrity isn&#8217;t my self-deprecatory defence mechanism kicking in. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/11/11/the-mediocrity-principle/</link>
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		<title>The way he makes me feel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I saw This is it last week. And my belief, that Michael Jackson is and will always be the greatest entertainer of all time, was reinforced. But sitting in that almost empty theatre, I was angry. Angry that not enough people in Bombay were watching this movie. Angry that not every single person in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/11/04/the-way-he-makes-me-feel/</link>
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		<title>In the zone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s this place that I&#8217;ve been stuck in for many years now. It&#8217;s called the comfort zone.
&#8216;The comfort zone is a behavioural state within which a person operates in an anxiety-neutral condition, using a limited set of behaviours to deliver a steady level of performance, usually without a sense of risk&#8217; - Alasdair AK White [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/10/29/in-the-zone/</link>
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		<title>What&#8217;s in a name?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A Tasneem by any other name will bite your head off.
Like most people, I hate it when others distort my name. Unfortunately, my name lends itself to distortion very easily. For instance, lying in front of me at this very moment, staring at me with utmost insolence is an envelope that states, &#8216;To Jasneem, Hindustan [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/10/22/whats-in-a-name/</link>
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		<title>You know what I love?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I love candyfloss in a jar.
The stark red, green and black of carved watermelons on a pristine white plate.
Raspberry lip balm that makes my lips feel deliciously fruity.
I love elephantine fluffy coloured cushions strewn across a dark, oak-wood floor.
I love walls whitewashed in reckless perfection.
I love a fleeting moment captured on a Polaroid photograph with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/10/15/you-know-what-i-love/</link>
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		<title>A-range marriage</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few days ago, I was witness to a conversation that reinforced my anti-arranged marriage stance.
Like all respectable Bohri families, my mom inducted me at a very early age (when I couldn’t protest), in what we call a ‘menij’ group. This is a same-sex, around same age group of assorted Bohri boys or girls, each [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/10/08/a-range-marriage/</link>
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		<title>Random musings of a big city girl in small towns</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Over four days, I traveled to rural Maharashtra to cover stories of hope and change for our pre-election coverage.
DAY ONE – Got up at an unearthly hour and sleepwalked to the pick-up car headed to Satara, my first destination. Fortunately the driver wasn’t the chatty type. Unfortunately he was the nose-digging type - one hand [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/09/23/random-musings-of-a-big-city-girl-in-small-towns/</link>
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		<title>I have k(no)wledge</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There comes a time, in almost every self-aware person’s life, when they truly believe they’re a worthless piece of s***. This is my time.
A colleague who was curious about Ramzan thought I would be the best bet to answer his queries, considering I’m a Muslim. “What do you’ll do on Ramzan Eid?” “Errrrr…. we eat [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/09/16/i-have-knowledge/</link>
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		<title>Altering egos</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There’s me – Drama Queen – one who thinks life is/ought to be a combination of Notting Hill, Friends and Grey’s Anatomy.
Then there’s my alter ego (still in its nascent stage) – Practical Prude – one is trying to be a combination of Howard Roark and Heartless B****.
There was a phase, during the crazy carefree [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/down-a-quarter/2009/09/09/altering-egos/</link>
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