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	<title>Comments on: All this hustle and bustle</title>
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		<title>By: Jayalakshmi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jayalakshmi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 09:07:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Very true. This topic needs to be addressed again and again. It is a kind of disease, this noise making.

The other day we were travelling in AC sleeper coach, and as you already guessed , the family sitting along with us, was noisy. The father was treating us all, loudly, to his cell - phone music. When we requested him to reduce the volume, he thought we were uncouth! The kids were making so much noise in the night, it was impossile to sleep!

When people honk on the road, I wind down the window and glare at them. They look me as if I am out of my mind. But I glare intently and wish that it will pierce through their thick hide.:-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very true. This topic needs to be addressed again and again. It is a kind of disease, this noise making.</p>
<p>The other day we were travelling in AC sleeper coach, and as you already guessed , the family sitting along with us, was noisy. The father was treating us all, loudly, to his cell &#8211; phone music. When we requested him to reduce the volume, he thought we were uncouth! The kids were making so much noise in the night, it was impossile to sleep!</p>
<p>When people honk on the road, I wind down the window and glare at them. They look me as if I am out of my mind. But I glare intently and wish that it will pierce through their thick hide.:-)</p>
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		<title>By: Poornima</title>
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		<dc:creator>Poornima</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 06:58:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>An interesting read! Reminds me of how people swear by the &#039;ten days in silence&#039; technique of meditation (vipasana) for self-observation and connecting to oneself. Apparently our sense of self is one of those things that get drowned in all the noise.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>An interesting read! Reminds me of how people swear by the &#8216;ten days in silence&#8217; technique of meditation (vipasana) for self-observation and connecting to oneself. Apparently our sense of self is one of those things that get drowned in all the noise.</p>
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