<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
	xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/"
	xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:geo="http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/"
	>

<channel>
	<title>Guldasta &#187; family</title>
	<atom:link href="http://blog.gurdas.com/category/family/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://blog.gurdas.com</link>
	<description>A bouquet of flowers picked along the way ....</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 06:26:36 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<language>en</language>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>http://wordpress.com/</generator>
<cloud domain='blog.gurdas.com' port='80' path='/?rsscloud=notify' registerProcedure='' protocol='http-post' />
<image>
		<url>http://s2.wp.com/i/buttonw-com.png</url>
		<title>Guldasta &#187; family</title>
		<link>http://blog.gurdas.com</link>
	</image>
	<atom:link rel="search" type="application/opensearchdescription+xml" href="http://blog.gurdas.com/osd.xml" title="Guldasta" />
	<atom:link rel='hub' href='http://blog.gurdas.com/?pushpress=hub'/>
		<item>
		<title>The little things</title>
		<link>http://blog.gurdas.com/2011/07/23/the-little-things/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.gurdas.com/2011/07/23/the-little-things/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2011 00:24:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gurdas</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Children]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Me]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blog.gurdas.com/?p=997</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It is the little things about parenthood that I find endearing. And in no little way they announce what is now behind and what lies ahead. Synopsis &#8211; yes. Title &#8211; yes. Cast &#8211; yes. Director &#8211; yes. Genre &#8211; yes. Motion picture rating &#8211; no. I do not recall ever paying attention to the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=blog.gurdas.com&amp;blog=1048290&amp;post=997&amp;subd=guldasta&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://blog.gurdas.com/2011/07/23/the-little-things/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>1</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/2c34697c0ed485c44d394b54a47773de?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">gurdas</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Love Care Responsibility</title>
		<link>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/08/22/love-care-responsibility/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/08/22/love-care-responsibility/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 04:18:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gurdas</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Me]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[women]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blog.gurdas.com/?p=925</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I was 9ish when she got married. So, I have no real memories of her from my younger years. Except some grainy recollections of her as the stern teacher at home. As I collected years, the bond between us metamorphosed. I went from young child to teenager to young adult to a brother. Yes, it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=blog.gurdas.com&amp;blog=1048290&amp;post=925&amp;subd=guldasta&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/08/22/love-care-responsibility/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>8</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/2c34697c0ed485c44d394b54a47773de?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">gurdas</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://guldasta.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/rakhi-sister_dscf71722.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">Rakhi from sister</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>feels like a father</title>
		<link>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/06/21/feels-like-a-father/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/06/21/feels-like-a-father/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 10:37:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gurdas</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Children]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Me]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blog.gurdas.com/?p=810</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As I observed Father&#8217;s Day wishes being shared, it struck me that the wishes were for men who are fathers. That they either have a biological or a legal child. Obviously, you might remark. But then not all men who lay claim to the title of &#8216;father&#8217; are worthy of that honour. Many do not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=blog.gurdas.com&amp;blog=1048290&amp;post=810&amp;subd=guldasta&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/06/21/feels-like-a-father/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>1</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/2c34697c0ed485c44d394b54a47773de?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">gurdas</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Protected: Hello son,</title>
		<link>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/06/01/hello-son/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/06/01/hello-son/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 01:57:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gurdas</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Children]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Me]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blog.gurdas.com/?p=793</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=blog.gurdas.com&amp;blog=1048290&amp;post=793&amp;subd=guldasta&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/06/01/hello-son/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/2c34697c0ed485c44d394b54a47773de?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">gurdas</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Happy Birthday, Sis</title>
		<link>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/03/22/happy-birthday-sis/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/03/22/happy-birthday-sis/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 07:59:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gurdas</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Me]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blog.gurdas.com/?p=741</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Filed under: family, love, Me<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=blog.gurdas.com&amp;blog=1048290&amp;post=741&amp;subd=guldasta&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://blog.gurdas.com/2010/03/22/happy-birthday-sis/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/2c34697c0ed485c44d394b54a47773de?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">gurdas</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://guldasta.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/gurdas_sis_col_jpg.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">Sister and I, circa ~1982</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
	</channel>
</rss>
