<?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-19413379</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:43:04.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>informationiswhatrunsthisworld</title><subtitle type='html'>This is an era of information overload. With info zip-zapping and skyrocketing, it is impossible for us to catch up with the happenings across the continents...well that's the sad part.
The good news is that there are blogs:)
the title as it runs information is what runs this world would make the blogger community the latest happenings of whatever I feel like feeding...the USP of it being "latest".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://informationiswhatrunsthisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19413379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://informationiswhatrunsthisworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isdopeasaddictiveashope?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05536567007810408798</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19413379.post-113326445342634778</id><published>2005-11-29T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T03:45:52.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Veterinarians:  Silent Warriors</title><content type='html'>India is a country of paradoxes. Sweet though:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country has its lifeline oozing through its rural populace, the major chunk of the revenue coming from agriculture and its allied sectors.&lt;br /&gt;India interestingly is rated first in milk production, 5th in egg production and below 10th in meat production and exports. That's humungous achievement, considering that the facilities in our country are well below those provided by developed nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to agriculture. Well, good! Let me give, three cheers to the fraternity. Everything's as good as it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can we spare a thought to the doctors who assidiously toil day and night, helping the rural tend their maimed and sick animals thereby playing a pivotal role in the growth of the Indian livestock economy. These doctors: as the world calls them veterinarians have a mighty say in taking care of the ivestock that give so much to the Indian economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this fraternity is the one which is yet to get its pride in place in the language of respectability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India would not have seen the agricultural revolution, if there were no veterinarians to take the burden of keeping the livestock hail and sturdy so that they could toil the fields and yield better harvests for the dawn of a prosperous India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above statement does not qualify to the fact that there were other professionals too who helped India realise the dream of a prosperous nation, but that the veterinarians have not been given their pride of place in India is what is the moot point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, you see or interact with a vet feel proud that he has been a part of the flourishing India that resides in its 6,00,000 villages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19413379-113326445342634778?l=informationiswhatrunsthisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://informationiswhatrunsthisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113326445342634778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19413379&amp;postID=113326445342634778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19413379/posts/default/113326445342634778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19413379/posts/default/113326445342634778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://informationiswhatrunsthisworld.blogspot.com/2005/11/indian-veterinarians-silent-warriors.html' title='Indian Veterinarians:  Silent Warriors'/><author><name>isdopeasaddictiveashope?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05536567007810408798</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-19413379.post-113326120834072717</id><published>2005-11-29T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T02:46:48.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the best of times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7613/1920/1600/DSC00507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7613/1920/320/DSC00507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I living in the best of the times? That's the thought which sometimes seawaves through my head. Or maybe every youth at their prime felt that they must be living in the best of the times life has to give or the centuries had to provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I do not say because of youthful impulses or Exaggerated confidence. This I say, as I analyse the chapters of history and delve my thoughts into the mysteries of the coming times.&lt;br /&gt;I was born well after the second world war, well after our grand parents toiled their souls to free India from the clutches of the imperial tyranny, and well past the clashes that threatened to extract the soul of the idea called India in ways more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the generation which played along the muddy streets with my chums, uninitiated and unconcerned by what the liberalization of the early 1990’s meant for India and particularly the tides that it would bring for me.&lt;br /&gt;Ayodhya for my generation was the holy abode of Sri. Ram, the handsome warrior prince whom we never missed on Sunday mornings…As communal flames of Ayodhya created some questions in my mind, I never got the opportunity to clearly get a first hand understanding behind this carnage. Blame it on my age. Not understanding and non concerned about it, I had a whole lot of other things to dwell upon.&lt;br /&gt;Caste system, class system, non existent as we (friends from all communities) shared whatever precious things we had and had childish fights for a game of football… All these were more important to us that Ram demolishing Rahim and Rahim pulling his dagger on Antony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I feel that I lived in the best of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I realized the concepts of liberalization, globalization had already crept in making managers and world builders at the age of 25!&lt;br /&gt;Living in cities made it much more worthwhile to understand that there are other aspects of life apart from these petty misgivings that make roaches of the most intellectual creatures on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy competition, the desire to excel, the inspiration stories of Murthy and Ambani we devour and the teachings of the Mahatma that is so very relevant for my mind to relish, is what makes me more confident that I live in the best of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are some figments in the society that make me sometimes give it a second thought about my confidence as the best generation ever to have walked on planet earth, but the greatness and goodness is so humungous that it reaffirms my faith that I truely live in the best of the times that planet earth will ever have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19413379-113326120834072717?l=informationiswhatrunsthisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://informationiswhatrunsthisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113326120834072717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19413379&amp;postID=113326120834072717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19413379/posts/default/113326120834072717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19413379/posts/default/113326120834072717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://informationiswhatrunsthisworld.blogspot.com/2005/11/living-in-best-of-times.html' title='Living in the best of times'/><author><name>isdopeasaddictiveashope?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05536567007810408798</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></feed>
