<?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-5211349</id><updated>2011-10-06T11:06:28.163-04:00</updated><category term='Petulance'/><category term='Haiku'/><category term='Don'/><category term='msm'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='excuse'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='pageant'/><category term='Workplace'/><category term='America'/><category term='Overheard'/><category term='Bangalore'/><category term='SmarterThanThou'/><category term='Bollywood'/><category term='Language'/><category term='Desi'/><category term='Food'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='SuperHero'/><category term='Yellow Journalists'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='blogger.com'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Ennui and other Truths</title><subtitle type='html'>Why dont pigs have wings?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-8829063803036216629</id><published>2009-01-04T13:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:50:45.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petulance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SmarterThanThou'/><title type='text'>Things Desi Americans Need to Stop Doing</title><summary type='text'>
It now has been over a year since I moved to the United States of America. Within such a period of time, sociable and friendly individuals do accrue a horde of social acquaintances who serve as pleasant distractions during the tedious weekends. I sadly, due to my frugal social skills and outlandish opinions have gotten myself expelled from all such weekend-collectives. G. however does not exude </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/8829063803036216629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=8829063803036216629' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/8829063803036216629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/8829063803036216629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-desi-americans-need-to-stop.html' title='Things Desi Americans Need to Stop Doing'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AeZXAVTE4BA/SWEDGMFr9FI/AAAAAAAAAvg/w_GYB_Lr-W4/s72-c/bull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-7141121731069347839</id><published>2008-11-27T08:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:08:43.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Heartfelt Fuck-yous</title><summary type='text'>
It is the 27th of Nov 2008 and Mumbai is under attack. A wonderful occasion to convey a few heartfelt feelings. So here goes.


My first heartfelt fuck-you goes out to the Indian security agencies for failing yet again. Every 30 days, we have gruesome terrorist attacks on one of our cities. It happens with clockwork precision and you guys have not been able to stop them. This time, we do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/7141121731069347839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=7141121731069347839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/7141121731069347839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/7141121731069347839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-heartfelt-fuck-yous.html' title='Some Heartfelt Fuck-yous'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-5313667082718423066</id><published>2008-08-27T12:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:58:44.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msm'/><title type='text'>The Times Of India Has Saved Me !</title><summary type='text'>
The Times Of India (TOI) is a publication par excellence. I lovingly call them the Airheaded Whores. Not only has it, over the years, been filling me in with the most pertinent and current issues, it has very recently even managed to  extricate me from the cesspool that is my social life ! The curious reader at this juncture would raise the Questioning Eyebrow and ask "How on earth is that even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/5313667082718423066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=5313667082718423066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/5313667082718423066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/5313667082718423066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2008/08/times-of-india-has-saved-me.html' title='The Times Of India Has Saved Me !'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-1054489023434876103</id><published>2008-06-08T23:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:03:36.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>My New Accent</title><summary type='text'>
Time does pass and one finds oneself living in the US of A for a good part of a year. There have been many observations and insights which have been made during this time. One intends to eventually document them but this post is not about one of them -- it is about my English. Americana has had numerous effects on me, the most notable being my spoken English.


Apart from imbibing the idiomatic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/1054489023434876103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=1054489023434876103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/1054489023434876103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/1054489023434876103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-accent.html' title='My New Accent'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-6212505426767472195</id><published>2008-01-29T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:46:17.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Chepa Mach, Shidol, Ngaari in the DC Metropolitan Area !!</title><summary type='text'>
I by nature am not a very helpful person. However there comes a time when one is armed with such invaluable knowledge that one has to pass it on. As the spiderman movies have so wisely opined -- "With great power comes great responsibility." 


So ladies and gentlemen, here is the momentous news. After two months of frenzied and single-minded research, I have been able to, in my DC Metropolitan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/6212505426767472195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=6212505426767472195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/6212505426767472195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/6212505426767472195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2008/01/chepa-mach-shidol-ngaari-in-dc.html' title='Chepa Mach, Shidol, Ngaari in the DC Metropolitan Area !!'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-3586872486707671458</id><published>2008-01-25T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:00:00.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overheard'/><title type='text'>Money and Happiness</title><summary type='text'>
Money cannot buy happiness, but can buy interesting alternatives. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/3586872486707671458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=3586872486707671458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/3586872486707671458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/3586872486707671458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2008/01/money-and-happiness.html' title='Money and Happiness'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-5876972243502186161</id><published>2008-01-07T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:49:10.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SmarterThanThou'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter To Mr Andrew Symonds</title><summary type='text'>
Dear Mr Symonds,
This letter is about this recent fracas that you have got into with our cricket team. I understand that there has been some serious offence taken, on your part, with respect to some part of our cricket team pointing out the rather hairy (no pun intended) fact that you actually look like a monkey. I can understand your anguish and I truly empathise.  I however am rather perplexed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/5876972243502186161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=5876972243502186161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/5876972243502186161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/5876972243502186161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2008/01/open-letter-to-mr-andrew-symonds.html' title='An Open Letter To Mr Andrew Symonds'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AeZXAVTE4BA/R4MY5yOYqvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/jR8uu3IW_Pc/s72-c/bhajji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-3011050624567247994</id><published>2007-12-02T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:49:11.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>My Opening to Page 3 -- Ankush's new Book !</title><summary type='text'>
It was during the late nineties that I joined the  not-so-exclusive club of listless-Delhi-to-Gurgaon-commuters. During those days we had the unprecedented luxury of an employer provided bus which would at reckless and breakneck speeds, ferry us between Gurgaon and Delhi. To distract me from the near death experiences during this roller-coaster-esque ride to Gurgaon and back, I decided to carry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/3011050624567247994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=3011050624567247994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/3011050624567247994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/3011050624567247994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-opening-to-page-3-ankushs-new-book.html' title='My Opening to Page 3 -- Ankush&apos;s new Book !'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AeZXAVTE4BA/R1gowKo-pNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JeD8KkCwCW0/s72-c/JCW_Pre-Final_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-2235165813995967222</id><published>2007-09-11T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:59:08.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pageant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SmarterThanThou'/><title type='text'>This makes...</title><summary type='text'>
Priyanka Chopra's raising-Mother-Teresa-from-the-dead look like the theory of relativity... Seriously !



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/2235165813995967222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=2235165813995967222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/2235165813995967222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/2235165813995967222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-makes.html' title='This makes...'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-5888156052459366749</id><published>2007-09-07T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:57:49.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>On Watching Hyderabad Blues - 2</title><summary type='text'>
Me:  You know what sweetie ? I really did not like the movie....

G.:  Why ? It is a tolerable movie. Is it not ?

Me:  No it is not that. The point is, that I really cannot relate to all this stuff... This family thingy... you know ? All this sipping tea on the balcony; All this baby planning, and all that stuff.. you know ? That is not really me. It is not my type of storyline. Not my kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/5888156052459366749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=5888156052459366749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/5888156052459366749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/5888156052459366749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-watching-hyderabad-blues-2.html' title='On Watching Hyderabad Blues - 2'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-325570826085095823</id><published>2007-06-01T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:34:56.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workplace'/><title type='text'>About Afternoon Naps at the Workplace</title><summary type='text'>
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a lazy man with access to a voluminous free lunch must be in want of a quick nap in the afternoon. Although I have deep appreciation and respect for the above mentioned want, I would like to warn one and all against yielding to such an urge when one is in the workplace. It is an indulgence fraught with peril, as I have very recently discovered. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/325570826085095823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=325570826085095823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/325570826085095823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/325570826085095823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2007/06/about-afternoon-naps-at-workplace.html' title='About Afternoon Naps at the Workplace'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-3818974526893294817</id><published>2007-04-04T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:53:00.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Holy Moly !</title><summary type='text'>
Twenty-eight villages in the Indian state of Haryana have banned cricket following India’s World Cup exit. "We all have taken this decision and those who go against it will have to face social boycott,” said a spokesman for one of the villages. "We will stop playing it. We will play kabaddi, football, volleyball and wrestle instead."


Priceless !!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/3818974526893294817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=3818974526893294817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/3818974526893294817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/3818974526893294817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2007/04/holy-moly.html' title='Holy Moly !'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-5150916423994565032</id><published>2007-03-24T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:46:00.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow Journalists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SmarterThanThou'/><title type='text'>Greg Chappell says Bite Me  -- The Translated Interview</title><summary type='text'>
  Oh yes ! It has happened. The
  sixth-ish
  or seventh-ish ranked team which was expected to end up in the 
  first-ish or second-ish position by a billion-ish feverish fans has proved
  itself not to be really good enough to qualify to the top eight-ish.  In
  the wake of such an unexpected turn of events,  the Great Indian Yellow
  Media ( which already has pitched in with some of the
  most</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/5150916423994565032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=5150916423994565032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/5150916423994565032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/5150916423994565032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2007/03/greg-chappell-says-bite-me-translated.html' title='Greg Chappell says Bite Me  -- The Translated Interview'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-1046351703270067925</id><published>2007-01-15T05:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T05:52:44.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuse'/><title type='text'>I am not dead...</title><summary type='text'>Just terribly busy !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/1046351703270067925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=1046351703270067925' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/1046351703270067925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/1046351703270067925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-not-dead.html' title='I am not dead...'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-8187385989933262199</id><published>2006-11-08T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:05:04.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SmarterThanThou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood'/><title type='text'>Bollywood,  Tollywood, Don, Bile  and Pontification</title><summary type='text'>
There are times when the urge to pontificate overtakes one. To be truthful, the urge does overtake be rather frequently. This is one such time. Therefore, without much ado, I proceed to pontificate.


There was once a nice, quaint commercial Bengali movie industry. I do not use the was qualifier because the industry has disappeared. I do so because the  sad fact is that it is no longer nice, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/8187385989933262199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=8187385989933262199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/8187385989933262199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/8187385989933262199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/10/bollywood-tollywood-don-bile-and.html' title='Bollywood,  Tollywood, Don, Bile  and Pontification'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-4045489336636575418</id><published>2006-10-13T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T06:17:03.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Word Verification</title><summary type='text'>
It was a lovely nippy morning. Just the morning to sip some (free) coffee at work and surf the (free) Internet and post a few inconsequential comments on some markedly horrible blogs.

Commenting on blogs is a lowly, but well established method of wasting productive time. To add some consequence and weight to this activity, blogger.com has introduced the system of word verification. Word </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/4045489336636575418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=4045489336636575418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/4045489336636575418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/4045489336636575418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/10/word-verification.html' title='Word Verification'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-116000427394916068</id><published>2006-10-04T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:24:33.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Haiku</title><summary type='text'>A rather feeble attempt at some Haiku. The images of nature are from the north-east and the north of India where I have lived and grown up in. My visits to Japan have been too short and hectic to actually spend any time alone with nature.


Silent rose shaped cloud.
A cold winter afternoon --
My long lost childhood.
-------
Sultry humid night.
First short, cold monsoon shower --
Fresh sheet. New </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/116000427394916068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=116000427394916068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/116000427394916068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/116000427394916068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/10/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115928313364924558</id><published>2006-09-26T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:07:53.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>One Act Play</title><summary type='text'>
Dramatis Person&amp;#230


Bald Monkey, a code monkey from India.
The Other Code Monkey, another code monkey from India.
The Subway Lady, the sandwich artist at Subway. 


ACT I


Scene I -- At a Subway franchisee in a mall in Maryland. The Other Code Monkey and Bald Monkey are in queue. The Other Code Monkey is in front of Bald Monkey.


The Other Code Monkey: Can I have some of that capsicum in my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115928313364924558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115928313364924558' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115928313364924558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115928313364924558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-act-play.html' title='One Act Play'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115919676736455833</id><published>2006-09-25T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:40:30.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SmarterThanThou'/><title type='text'>Cingular</title><summary type='text'>
Raising the fubar...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115919676736455833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115919676736455833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115919676736455833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115919676736455833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/09/cingular.html' title='Cingular'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115554985345890242</id><published>2006-08-31T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:40:22.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Coming To America</title><summary type='text'>
History, of course is rife with examples of extremely weighty reasons for hearty souls making a beeline for the United States of America.


Christopher Columbus did so in the process of making a spectacular mistake. Arnold Schwarzenegger made the journey for his undivided love for acting. After successfully executing a bunch of superb movies, he came to the sad conclusion that the movies thingy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115554985345890242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115554985345890242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115554985345890242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115554985345890242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/08/coming-to-america.html' title='Coming To America'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115686422683663137</id><published>2006-08-29T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:10:26.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Profound Words</title><summary type='text'>
"A child who has not travelled says that his mother is the best cook."

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115686422683663137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115686422683663137' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115686422683663137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115686422683663137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/08/profound-words.html' title='Profound Words'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115340702538123375</id><published>2006-07-27T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T04:18:12.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuperHero'/><title type='text'>Superman Returns -- A Wimp !</title><summary type='text'>
Warning: This is a very bad review of the movie Superman Returns. It might also contain a few spoilers. The author does not remember.


Superman is back in the building. The fact is that he has been loitering the corridors for some time now and his perambulations have been received with the customary fanfare and swooning.  This is my out-of-date, irrelevant and inconsequential review of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115340702538123375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115340702538123375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115340702538123375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115340702538123375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-returns-wimp.html' title='Superman Returns -- A Wimp !'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115350836493500285</id><published>2006-07-21T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:35:19.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Speak Up</title><summary type='text'>
The fact of the matter is that a large part of my formal education and my skills are related to writing clever code so that a microprocessor may efficiently access and use peripheral devices. That rather neatly does sum up my areas of expertise. I do not opine on the Indian political jamboree and the form and technique of members of the Indian cricket team because of this very reason -- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115350836493500285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115350836493500285' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115350836493500285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115350836493500285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-to-speak-up.html' title='Time to Speak Up'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115332207562005508</id><published>2006-07-19T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:30:13.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogspot Blocked in India</title><summary type='text'>
I am not an erudite man. I am not really capable of unshipping a voluminous discourse on free speech and the functioning of a free society and how I feel aggravated and all that. I will say it the way I can:


The Emperor: [to the Senate] In order to ensure our security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire, for a safe and secure society which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115332207562005508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115332207562005508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115332207562005508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115332207562005508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogspot-blocked-in-india.html' title='Blogspot Blocked in India'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115271502024619926</id><published>2006-07-12T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:33:24.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Early Monsoon Rains and Other Potent Liquids</title><summary type='text'>
Although I am not in complete agreement with this passage-of-time thingy, the sad truth is that  time does pass with exacting surety. And while it goes about doing the passing thing, it does strange things to the market value of your mobile phone and even stranger things to Michael Jackson's face. Also, at most times, it changes the people one once knew and the places one once used to live in. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115271502024619926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115271502024619926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115271502024619926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115271502024619926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/07/early-monsoon-rains-and-other-potent.html' title='Early Monsoon Rains and Other Potent Liquids'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-115271219140214392</id><published>2006-07-12T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:49:51.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Type of Writer</title><summary type='text'>
The all knowing, sanguine www has finally discerned that I am a poet at heart. That does not come as a surprise since I have contributed with some extremely brainy stuff in the past. What however surprises me to a degree is that I am a very leggy woman also. 

You Should Be A Poet
You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.
And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/115271219140214392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=115271219140214392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115271219140214392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/115271219140214392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/07/type-of-writer.html' title='Type of Writer'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-114984191641643974</id><published>2006-06-09T04:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:31:34.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reservations Protests -- The Post-match Press Conference</title><summary type='text'>The possessors of perspicacious minds and sharp memories will faintly recollect the printed media having had passing mentions and the blogosphere having had rather vociferous outbursts regarding the new reservation policy which the Indian Government has prudently  decided to unleash unto its unsuspecting citizens. For the unacquainted, the reservation policy is an extremely erudite law which has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/114984191641643974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=114984191641643974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114984191641643974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114984191641643974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/06/reservations-protests-post-match-press.html' title='The Reservations Protests -- The Post-match Press Conference'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-114811479293448426</id><published>2006-05-26T04:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:09:10.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends-in-Law</title><summary type='text'>There exists profound differences between the modi operandi in which the fairer and the unfairer sexes socialise and exchange thoughts between themselves.
The male method is simple, straightforward and robust. The process consists of the collective absorption of alcohol or caffeine or both, interspersed with a few infrequent, random views on the traffic, weather and the general well being of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/114811479293448426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=114811479293448426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114811479293448426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114811479293448426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/05/friends-in-law.html' title='Friends-in-Law'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-114675943339782882</id><published>2006-05-04T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:18:01.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Analyze This</title><summary type='text'>Delhi, India: In an expected turn of events, the combined number of hours clocked by braindead cricket match and cricket player analysis programs on Indian television have surpassed the cumulative time for all the actual cricket shown on it. The momentous occasion came upon the unsuspecting world during 32nd minute of the immensely popular Match ka Joker Kaun ? post match analysis show which was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/114675943339782882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=114675943339782882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114675943339782882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114675943339782882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/05/analyze-this.html' title='Analyze This'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-114595948265268609</id><published>2006-04-25T05:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:03:50.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Lessons as King of the Apartment</title><summary type='text'>Unbeknownst to the common multitudes, there exists a bunch of parallel universes. The most notable and well known among them of course is the ballpoint pen universe where all ball point pens and whiteboard markers silently slip away, never to return when one's attention is directed towards the keyboard. A not very well known example however is the rather tersely addressed onsite. For the benefit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/114595948265268609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=114595948265268609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114595948265268609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114595948265268609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/04/lessons-as-king-of-apartment.html' title='Lessons as King of the Apartment'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-114526589633135417</id><published>2006-04-17T04:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:23:42.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Elegant Couplet</title><summary type='text'>Is tauba par hain naaz tujhe, zahid is qadr,
Jo toont ke shariq ho mere gunah mein.
                       -- Daagh Dehlvi

The castle of the vanity of your abstinence o holy one,
Is the mere dust, to mingle with the ruins of my indulgences.
              -- Inelegant translation by Bald Monkey

Tags: Urdu, Shayari, Daagh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/114526589633135417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=114526589633135417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114526589633135417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114526589633135417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/04/elegant-couplet.html' title='An Elegant Couplet'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-114495794798384035</id><published>2006-04-13T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:51:48.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Deccan aka Simpli-Fry</title><summary type='text'>I just have had the good fortune to offer Air Deccan some custom. The experience has been in a certain way, rather exhilarating. There is a robust quality about the way the merry lot go about conducting business. Any captain of industry will tell you that the secret to an admirable and successful business are not the satisfied customers, but the hapless, suffering and inextricably trapped ones. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/114495794798384035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=114495794798384035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114495794798384035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114495794798384035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/04/air-deccan-aka-simpli-fry.html' title='Air Deccan &lt;i&gt;aka&lt;/i&gt; Simpli-Fry'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-114191765698619988</id><published>2006-03-09T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:08:24.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bengali Man's Guide to a Punjabi Wedding
My good friend D. just got married. Heres wishing the brand new couple all the cookies, biscuits and munchies. The news is that I was fortunate enough to have been able to occupy the much venerated position of awkwardly-dressed-gawking-friend at the ceremony. Also, despite my frugal social skills, I did manage to have a whale of a time. All in all, just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/114191765698619988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=114191765698619988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114191765698619988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/114191765698619988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/03/bengali-mans-guide-to-punjabi-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113989419451347405</id><published>2006-02-14T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:06:39.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I reiterate about valentine's day as to what I said about the blighted occasion last year. I am a man of unwavering principles !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113989419451347405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113989419451347405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113989419451347405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113989419451347405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-reiterate-about-valentines-day-as-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113809756778138537</id><published>2006-01-24T05:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:28:17.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Traumatic Experience

The good news is that I do not have stones in my bladder or kidneys. The bad news is that I had to go through two of those ultrasound-scan thingies to make sure. The memories of the ordeal are still fresh in my mind although it happened yesterday. The stout hearted may opine with scorn at my marked pusillanimity, but one must trust me that this whole business of having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113809756778138537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113809756778138537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113809756778138537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113809756778138537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/01/traumatic-experience-good-news-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113766546467917785</id><published>2006-01-19T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T04:06:20.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workplace'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bad Poem ( with Hyperlinks! )
For some time now this blog has been quiet.
This bad poem ( hopefully ) will set it right.

"Has Bald Monkey had it ?" they say.
"No more verbal diarrohea coming this way ?"

Something's amiss -- they can surely tell.
"For days now he hasn't fought over the GPL !!"

"We know for real. The man is wasting away...
He has reloaded Slashdot only thrice today.."

They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113766546467917785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113766546467917785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113766546467917785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113766546467917785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-poem-with-hyperlinks-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113662268105960888</id><published>2006-01-07T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:34:17.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bar Episode aka Thats a First !

The Legends of Rock in Koramangala is the bar I afflict on Fridays or Saturdays. The watering hole dishes out loud, tasty, retro-rock with unfailing sincerity. Also, if one can wave and holler vigorously enough, one might even coax those merry souls to dish out a few drinks. This post however, is not about those things and neither is it about the fact that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113662268105960888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113662268105960888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113662268105960888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113662268105960888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2006/01/bar-episode-aka-thats-first-legends-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113579835553266004</id><published>2005-12-28T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:36:18.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final Episodes

D. is getting married. Somewhere in the first week of February. I am not aware of the exact date. D. never was very good with exact dates. The man possesses the dubious tendency of communicating approximate dates. He once did that with the arrival time of his flight and as a result, drove my habitually nervous father to report him as a missing person to the police. The details are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113579835553266004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113579835553266004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113579835553266004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113579835553266004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/12/final-episodes-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113524786858704532</id><published>2005-12-22T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:38:46.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cellphone Dilemma

The sad news the grapevine unships is that cell phones are not what the doctor ordered for the general sharpening of the brain.  Fellow humans have had an  inkling for some time now, but now it is nearly official ! So, this is the gist of the hot stuff -- Cell phones tend to fuddle up that grey stuff. Post-cell-phone-conversation, the addled victim does not remember large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113524786858704532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113524786858704532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113524786858704532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113524786858704532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/12/cellphone-dilemma-sad-news-grapevine_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113399046872876609</id><published>2005-12-07T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:42:41.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leave us alone !


The witty little lady we call the Marauder's Map in a rather exasparated post has posed the perennial question -- What does one do with the men in their lives ? I in my officious, yet helpful nature have decided to pitch in with a few sizzling tips on behalf of the unfairer sex. So, here goes. 


We Jump the Gun: This particular habit emanated from the fact that as soon as the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113399046872876609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113399046872876609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113399046872876609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113399046872876609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/12/leave-us-alone-witty-little-lady-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113343864958735966</id><published>2005-12-01T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:41:11.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 1st of December

I remember, I remember
 The fir trees dark and high; 
I used to think their slender tops 
 Were close against the sky: 
It was a childish ignorance; 
 But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heaven 
 Than when I was a boy.
               -T. Hood


The 1st of December was when school closed for the winter vacations. The onerous final exams (The Third Term as we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113343864958735966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113343864958735966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113343864958735966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113343864958735966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/12/1st-of-december-i-remember-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113310187803901162</id><published>2005-11-27T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:43:14.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sunset

The sunset is bland. 

In his dreams, it was red ruby and fiery orange. It was from within the wild whirligig of colour, the silk voiced enchantress with rose lips had sung sweet, mad melodies for him. 

He is now in Dry Dusty Grey.
 
Death comes in many ways, but always brings black, stony numbness.

Tags: fiction, 55words</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113310187803901162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113310187803901162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113310187803901162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113310187803901162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunset-sunset-is-bland.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113255236316305923</id><published>2005-11-20T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:22:28.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SmarterThanThou'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Rule of Four -- Oh My God !

Never has it happened to me, that I have rushed through the book because it is so bad. This entry is about the mind numbing experience -- The book is markedly forgettable and absolutely nothing to write about.

This was my second grapple with this exercise in self importance. The first time I tried to handle it, I was taken completely by surprise. The sheer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113255236316305923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113255236316305923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113255236316305923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113255236316305923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/11/rule-of-four-oh-my-god-never-has-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113198961473384627</id><published>2005-11-14T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:46:54.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Effed Fourth Estate

Rarely does the Indian MSM dole out such wholesome entertainment. They generally fail to deliver when they trying. However, extremely efficient reporting has come up with some scintillating news. Monica Bedi hates Indian prisons and is getting wildly nostalgic about her comfy old days in Portugese prison. To make it worse, she has been estranged from her bosom buddies who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113198961473384627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113198961473384627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113198961473384627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113198961473384627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/11/effed-fourth-estate-rarely-does-indian.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-113107633716815109</id><published>2005-11-03T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:52:00.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>The Puri-Sabji of Bangalore</title><summary type='text'>When it has to be told, it has to be told. I have been witholding it long enough, but I can no longer do so. Ladies and gentlemen, the puri-sabji in  Bangalore is not the Happy Combination. It is not the Right Stuff.

Back in my wild, younger days when I was in Gurgaon (about a four months back), after a hot and dusty week out in the open, roping in a herd of inexplicable deadlocks and taming a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/113107633716815109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=113107633716815109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113107633716815109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/113107633716815109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/11/puri-sabji-of-bangalore-when-it-has-to.html' title='The Puri-Sabji of Bangalore'/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-112965419707977354</id><published>2005-10-18T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:49:38.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My foray into Karaoke
I had a short stint in Japan. About a three months. At the end of my three months of badly pronouncing wrong japanese (nihongo), all my japanese (nihonjin) colleagues decided to celebrate the fact that I was finally leaving. For their entertainment purposes, they took me along too. The place we went to had small karaoke cabins and they were not soundproof. Due to this slight</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/112965419707977354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=112965419707977354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/112965419707977354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/112965419707977354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-foray-into-karaoke-i-had-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-112775909956865825</id><published>2005-09-26T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:25:42.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Switched To Opera
I just switched to Opera. Very nice browser. Two reasons why I switched. 

The tab browsing extension for firefox just broke.
Opera went free ! Hated those pesky ads on the top.
 

Things that I discovered about it, after I started using it

It has a nice look and feel on linux. The fonts are very pleasing and the skin interface is very convenient. Also, the tabbed browsing is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/112775909956865825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=112775909956865825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/112775909956865825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/112775909956865825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/09/switched-to-opera-i-just-switched-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-112101295832050652</id><published>2005-07-10T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:54:40.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Settled Man

Met H. after such a long long time yesterday. It was lovely to see him. He has been happily domesticated -- settled down with a girl and everything. That was something I never saw happening. H. settling down ? Well surely. But with a girl was a long shot. I was thinking that he probably would settle down with a nice gigabit ethernet card or a very efficient filesystem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/112101295832050652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/112101295832050652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/07/settled-man-met-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-110855388228615849</id><published>2005-02-16T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:23:39.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>St Valentines Day!
Valentine's day for me, always has been one of the harder nuts to crack. It has continually been a source of mystery, confusion and apprehension. In short, it is an inexplicable blot on the foggy landscape of life. I am happy to announce that the The History Channel also happens to concur with me. They too, do not have a clue.
Let me put forth the facts before I begin foaming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/110855388228615849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=110855388228615849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/110855388228615849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/110855388228615849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/02/st-valentines-day-valentines-day-for_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211349.post-110792400666711485</id><published>2005-02-08T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:55:47.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLACK -- Sanjay Leela Bhansali
I went and watched Black by Sanjay Leela Bhansali this weekend. It was a rather refreshing change from the usual Bollywood kitsch. 
Start of Review

Has Bollywood finally arrived ? Have we finally been able to produce a movie that tells an universal, human story rather than an Indian story? In all honesty, all crossover (whatever that means) cinema that Bollywood </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/feeds/110792400666711485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5211349&amp;postID=110792400666711485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/110792400666711485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211349/posts/default/110792400666711485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldsimian.blogspot.com/2005/02/black-sanjay-leela-bhansali-i-went-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bald Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260935964001741868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/13/9761/320/Hand.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
