<?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-11518918</id><updated>2011-08-23T23:34:05.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the meek shall Inherit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-115678249394776596</id><published>2006-08-28T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:52:59.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahul is 40</title><summary type='text'>Our buddy Rahul Garg turns 40 today, which we celebrated with a rockin party last Saturday. The wine was flowing, the food was a trippin and the company chillin. This piece was something that I had written for his roast but with Kunal, his son espousing heartfelt thanks for being a good father etc. and with the kids around, I didn’t  really want to serenade the crown about “humps” and “dumps”.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/' title='Rahul is 40'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/115678249394776596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=115678249394776596&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/115678249394776596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/115678249394776596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/08/rahul-is-40.html' title='Rahul is 40'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-115267063491102832</id><published>2006-07-11T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:21:41.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7/11, Bombay Blasts....Again</title><summary type='text'>      8 blasts, 174 killed on the Western Railway     Where millions commute to and fro everyday       There was blood everywhere, mangled bodies strewn   Rivers of blood supposedly flowed   People running helter-skelter, chaos reigned supreme   No one could be reached, over the phone   When they were just trying to make their way home       Arre yaar, what are they doing to my city?       The 7:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/115267063491102832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=115267063491102832&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/115267063491102832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/115267063491102832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/07/711-bombay-blastsagain.html' title='7/11, Bombay Blasts....Again'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-115006309148398242</id><published>2006-06-11T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:28:44.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homestead</title><summary type='text'>After a long hiatus, primarily on account of my indolence, I have returned to blogging. And especially when my faithful readers, er correction, I mean one solitary reader viz. my sister in Bombay, pleads with me to write, how can I possibly refrain?        So here goes.       The past few months have been a blur with relocation to what Firdaus’s would have referred to as the anti-paradise , </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/115006309148398242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=115006309148398242&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/115006309148398242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/115006309148398242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/06/homestead.html' title='The Homestead'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-114645116011755093</id><published>2006-04-30T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:45:57.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Nita.....Wherever you may choose to go</title><summary type='text'>With her warmth, love, compassion and generous heart   She engulfs everyone who gets to know her   She reaches out to those who need   And stands up for the people she loves   Not one, is oblivious to her giving deeds         During good times, she’s close to celebrate   And closer when times are hard   Knowing Nita one can never lose   She’s all heart, tis much is true   So I presume, would have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/114645116011755093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=114645116011755093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/114645116011755093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/114645116011755093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-nitawherever-you-may-choose-to-go.html' title='For Nita.....Wherever you may choose to go'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-114057899817083563</id><published>2006-02-21T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:35:17.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood Jhatkas ans Matkas</title><summary type='text'>Our buddy Prabhakar sent out this hilarious parody of a Bollywood film song, which had me in splits and rolling on the floor.If any of you know this comedian or even know which movie this song is from, please let me know. Check out his expressions and his body movements. Will definately give Salman or Sharrukh a run for their money!Check out the video here, but be careful if you are at work. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/114057899817083563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=114057899817083563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/114057899817083563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/114057899817083563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/02/bollywood-jhatkas-ans-matkas.html' title='Bollywood Jhatkas ans Matkas'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113888264990314663</id><published>2006-02-02T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:17:30.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death,'Born into Brothels' and the SOTU</title><summary type='text'>    Last September, I had written about my neighbor Tom, who was dying of lung cancer and the doctors had decreed that he had about 90 odd days to live. Well, Tom died peacefully, in the comforts of his house, this past Saturday. He did not wish that his wife should witness him dying thereby banishing her from the bedroom, during his final living moments. As Pat, Tom’s wife, tearfully recounted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113888264990314663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113888264990314663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113888264990314663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113888264990314663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/02/deathborn-into-brothels-and-sotu.html' title='Death,&apos;Born into Brothels&apos; and the SOTU'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113873512622421142</id><published>2006-01-31T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:18:46.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhai Log aur Ek Behenji</title><summary type='text'>Five of my favourite bloggers, Anand, Dilip, Shivam, Uma and Vikrum  have started a new blog called ‘How the Other Half Lives’ which as the About section of the blogs details will illuminate the trials about the lives of the have-nots of our society. This is a small paragraph from the introduction of the blog       The vast number of homeless immigrants who pour into India’s metropolises every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113873512622421142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113873512622421142&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113873512622421142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113873512622421142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/01/bhai-log-aur-ek-behenji.html' title='Bhai Log aur Ek Behenji'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113836304851150869</id><published>2006-01-27T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:56:14.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FPGEE</title><summary type='text'>We had a great piece of news delivered to us yesterday. No, the stork ain’t coming visiting again. And no, we didn’t win the Mega Million lottery ticket, although it certainly feels like it. My better half Seema passed the first out of many exams towards becoming a licensed Pharmacist in the US of A. This exam is the Foreign Pharmacy Graduate Equivalency Exam (FPGEE) which is conducted by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113836304851150869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113836304851150869&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113836304851150869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113836304851150869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/01/fpgee.html' title='FPGEE'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113824440969744938</id><published>2006-01-25T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:00:09.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakonomics</title><summary type='text'>    Just finished reading this amazing book by Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner, and have to admit that it was quite enlightening. Never had I thought about diverse associations like they have made in the book like abortion and crime rates, a person’s  name and their social standing, the actual recidivism of the Ku Kluk Klan when compared to the environment of fear and hatred that they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113824440969744938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113824440969744938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113824440969744938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113824440969744938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/01/freakonomics.html' title='Freakonomics'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113814110005247985</id><published>2006-01-24T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:11:50.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polly Squeals and Slim Shady Kneels</title><summary type='text'>Check out this story of how a pet parrot squealed on a guys girlfriend, thereby getting them separated. Apparently the girlfriend, Suzy, was cheating on this guy (Chris) and the parrot (Ziggy) picks up  the boyfriends (Gary) name and kept repeating it over and over again. Not only did the girlfriend get shown the door, but Ziggy the parrot had to go too, since he couldn’t stop repeating the lover</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113814110005247985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113814110005247985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113814110005247985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113814110005247985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/01/polly-squeals-and-slim-shady-kneels.html' title='Polly Squeals and Slim Shady Kneels'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113776180026152797</id><published>2006-01-20T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T07:56:40.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><summary type='text'>    On Jan 18th, 2006, at 5:49 PM, I tendered my resignation with my current employer, and have accepted an offer with a consulting behemoth, in hopes of a better future and enhancing my career opportunities. Despite looking ahead, towards a hopefully better future, I cannot but feel melancholic about my departure with the current employer.       For the past 10 years, for better or worse, I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113776180026152797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113776180026152797&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113776180026152797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113776180026152797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113760946373484850</id><published>2006-01-18T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:37:43.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Vinod Podar</title><summary type='text'>Vinod always, is the life of the party. Vinod always, has been the facilitator of good times. With his quick wit, corny PJ’s and ready smile, he ensured that people around him had a good time, no matter however drab the party, outing or social gathering might be. Vinod is a catalyst, for laughter, mirth and a general feeling of bonhomie that leaves you with the feeling that all’s well with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113760946373484850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113760946373484850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113760946373484850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113760946373484850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-vinod-podar.html' title='Goodbye, Vinod Podar'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113736309449869337</id><published>2006-01-15T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:51:21.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><summary type='text'>Reminiscing about days gone by, I often think about my childhood days in Bombay, playing cricket and generally raising innocuous hell in the by lanes of the suburbia.       Thinking about those days, my thoughts unfailingly revert to the steady stream of  hawkers and vendors who would frequent our society buildings to ply their wares. Now having lived outside India for a long period of time, I no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113736309449869337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113736309449869337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113736309449869337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113736309449869337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/01/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113680983942697623</id><published>2006-01-09T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T07:30:39.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Bastard</title><summary type='text'>This just nauseated me, when  I read it this morning.Check out the entire article from Mid-day here. Monster, indeed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113680983942697623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113680983942697623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113680983942697623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113680983942697623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick-bastard.html' title='Sick Bastard'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113602965744301715</id><published>2005-12-31T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T06:20:56.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu to 05</title><summary type='text'>Another year draws to a close, and as human,  logical creatures and all, we keep track of events and milestones by time, in years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds. Its around 5 AM in the morning and the house is still as I type these words on my laptop. Today evening I will fritter away the remaining moments of 2005 in a drunken stupor, boogying with Seema and close friends into the wee </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113602965744301715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113602965744301715&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113602965744301715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113602965744301715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/12/adieu-to-05.html' title='Adieu to 05'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113507901515925530</id><published>2005-12-20T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T06:43:35.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The curse of "Vani"</title><summary type='text'>Five women from the same family in Pakistan's Punjab province have refused to be "united" with their prospective husbands as ordered by tribal elders.    The village council has told them to "honour" 1996 childhood marriages, when the youngest of them was just five.    Elders ordered the marriages to resolve a feud between the girls' family and a rival one - a practice now outlawed.    The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113507901515925530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113507901515925530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113507901515925530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113507901515925530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/12/curse-of-vani.html' title='The curse of &quot;Vani&quot;'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113464625855629521</id><published>2005-12-15T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T06:33:32.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Saurav Ganguly</title><summary type='text'>Having been axed from the third India-SL test matches, looks like it’s the end of the road for Ganguly. Though his performance in the Delhi test match was nothing much to write about, he performed consistently in both the innings. I would rather not go into the performance and cricketing reasons for Ganguly’s exclusion from the team, since I am not qualified enough to comment. Far from being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113464625855629521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113464625855629521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113464625855629521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113464625855629521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-saurav-ganguly.html' title='Goodbye Saurav Ganguly'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113444056762731808</id><published>2005-12-12T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T05:39:07.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be Big B</title><summary type='text'>Mere paas aao mere doston, ek kissa sunao.       Oh Big B….a billion rupee Bollywood industry has been rendered paralyzed  and an entire nation turns its lonely eyes to you. Woo hoo hoo. What you eat, when you pee, what you see, what you don’t see, the tweety bird flannel pajamas that you wear all make front page news in the main stream media. In homes across India the religious light lamps, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113444056762731808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113444056762731808&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113444056762731808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113444056762731808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-be-big-b.html' title='To be Big B'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113349069422083496</id><published>2005-12-01T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T06:25:33.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word AIDS Day</title><summary type='text'>  Today being World AIDS Day and everything , and 40 million diagnosed with HIV, I thought this article was pertinent.        Check out this moving story of a courageous HIV survivor Kousalya, in rediff here.  VATICAN CITY (Reuters) - The Vatican newspaper said on Tuesday that homosexuality risked "destabilizing people and society," had no social or moral value and could never match the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113349069422083496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113349069422083496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113349069422083496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113349069422083496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/12/word-aids-day.html' title='Word AIDS Day'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113335024160516791</id><published>2005-11-30T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T06:34:01.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No God</title><summary type='text'>Last week, being a short work week, I spent time at home, mostly with the little guy since Seema was busy with her Pharmacy license exam coming up on the 3rd Dec. The week was mostly uneventful, spent attending to the capricious whims of a two-year old. And a little bit of post T-giving shopping, mostly stuff for the kid, and reading. Lying on my bedside ‘Books to Read’ list were  Brysons ‘A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113335024160516791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113335024160516791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113335024160516791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113335024160516791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-god.html' title='No God'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113266206935292925</id><published>2005-11-22T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T07:22:09.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enroute to Godhead</title><summary type='text'>   Reported in the Telegraph:Pilgrims flock to see 'Buddha boy' said to have fasted six months Thousands of pilgrims are pouring into the dense jungle of southern Nepal to worship a 15-year-old boy who has been hailed as a new Buddha. &lt;!--MPU STOPPED BY MEDIA --&gt;  Devotees claim that Ram Bomjon, who is silently meditating beneath a tree, has not eaten or drunk anything since he sat down at his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113266206935292925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113266206935292925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113266206935292925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113266206935292925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/11/enroute-to-godhead.html' title='Enroute to Godhead'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113261262561976391</id><published>2005-11-21T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:49:15.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash (2005)</title><summary type='text'>  Watched this amazing movie ‘Crash’, a few weeks ago and was meaning to write about it, but well, not much spare time these days, they are a tic-tocking. As ShoeFiend has lamented so eloquently in one of her recent article about the paucity of time in our lives these days.       But I digress. Excellent movie which tells stories about a black detective (Don Cheadle) and his Hispanic partner/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113261262561976391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113261262561976391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113261262561976391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113261262561976391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/11/crash-2005.html' title='Crash (2005)'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113210531941867247</id><published>2005-11-15T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:41:59.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, run the ants are coming</title><summary type='text'>KOLKATA (Reuters) - A woman receiving treatment for diabetes at a state-run hospital in Kolkata lost one of her eyes after ants nibbled away at it, officials said on Tuesday.Check out the entire story here.I'm gonna jump everytime I see an ant cross my path!!! What kind of hospital is this, anyway?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113210531941867247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113210531941867247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113210531941867247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113210531941867247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/11/run-run-ants-are-coming.html' title='Run, run the ants are coming'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113189173545517823</id><published>2005-11-13T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T09:22:15.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing a baby</title><summary type='text'>Can you believe that such monsters are allowed to become parents? CNN reports.A 4-month-old girl died when her inebriated mother fell asleep on top of her while breast-feeding, prosecutors said. Lorinda Hawkins told police she fell asleep about 15 minutes after she started breast-feeding the baby February 23 because of her intoxication, a criminal complaint said. When she woke up about an hour </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113189173545517823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113189173545517823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113189173545517823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113189173545517823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/11/killing-baby.html' title='Killing a baby'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113183293685734890</id><published>2005-11-12T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T17:02:16.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Cox Zipped in</title><summary type='text'>The Michigan political landscape has been abuzz with the State Attorney General Mike Cox, admitting to an extra marital affair in a much publicized  news conference. This revelation came after a protracted battle with his arch nemesis Geoffrey Fieger, a big-time Southfield, Michigan lawyer. Fieger, apparently threatened to out Cox's extra-marital affair, in an attempt to get Cox to  drop charges </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113183293685734890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113183293685734890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113183293685734890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113183293685734890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/11/keeping-cox-zipped-in.html' title='Keeping Cox Zipped in'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113145506334126003</id><published>2005-11-08T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:04:23.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sid"e Stories - Nov 2005</title><summary type='text'>Its been long time since I’ve written about our sonny boy Sidharth. At 27 months, it seems like now how much more of this do we have to go through. The tough years, they say, are only just beginning!!!     Argggggg…..Somehow, now we fully appreciate the adage “Terrible Two’s”, is not just something that that fledging parents have coined for literary gratification. It’s a rite of passage, into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113145506334126003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113145506334126003&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113145506334126003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113145506334126003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/11/side-stories-nov-2005.html' title='&quot;Sid&quot;e Stories - Nov 2005'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113101492287457864</id><published>2005-11-03T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T07:44:46.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running a Marathon...well, half a Marathon</title><summary type='text'>  On Oct 23rd I ran the half-marathon in the Detroit Marathon, in aid of the charity organization ASHA, which does yeoman’s work for underprivileged children in India. ASHA raises donations by facilitating several sports/cultural/social events, all around the world and the entire staff of ASHA workers is made up of volunteers, hence no administrative overheads. These volunteers, mostly students,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113101492287457864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113101492287457864&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113101492287457864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113101492287457864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/11/running-marathonwell-half-marathon.html' title='Running a Marathon...well, half a Marathon'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-113066728942777884</id><published>2005-10-30T05:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T05:14:49.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't even wish everyone...Happy Diwali</title><summary type='text'>Cus some 100 odd families had a much more sense of loss. They were anything but happy, anything but festive. We grieve, for those who lost their lives, near and dear ones, in the Delhi bomb blasts.When will this madness end? This Diwali, for those affected, will be far from happy. I'm sorry, for your loss.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/113066728942777884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=113066728942777884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113066728942777884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/113066728942777884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/10/cant-even-wish-everyonehappy-diwali.html' title='Can&apos;t even wish everyone...Happy Diwali'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112898077400653183</id><published>2005-10-10T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:00:47.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you the marrying kind?</title><summary type='text'>  Rene Zelleweger’s lasted about five months. Karishma Kapoors a little more than a year. Tom-Nicole made it work for about 10 years, before calling it quits. Rekha tried and failed at it and Sanjay-Menaka Gandhi allegedly showed strains in theirs. Charles-Diana, Jack Welsh, Brad-Jen and Rupert Murdoch and several others all underwent a public spectacle, taking thousands of lines of print space </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112898077400653183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112898077400653183&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112898077400653183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112898077400653183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-marrying-kind.html' title='Are you the marrying kind?'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112885782881077467</id><published>2005-10-09T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:46:00.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Fury...Again</title><summary type='text'>I am deeply disturbed to read reports about the 550 odd and 19,000 dead in Kashmir and Pakistan, because of the earthquake.What's with this sudden spate of natural disasters across the world? Just wondering.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112885782881077467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112885782881077467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112885782881077467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112885782881077467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/10/natures-furyagain.html' title='Nature&apos;s Fury...Again'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112738626728361380</id><published>2005-09-22T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T05:51:07.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You may NOT kiss the bride</title><summary type='text'>If this report is to be believed, an Israili couple couple was fined 1,000 rupees after an Indian  court found them guilty of obscenity for kissing during their marriage ceremony  in Pushkar, Rajasthan.Ladoo, president of some kind of organization of Hindu Priests, believes kissing leads to cultural pollution. I wonder, whoever takes someone named Ladoo seriously?Now for some Husband 101 lessons.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112738626728361380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112738626728361380&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112738626728361380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112738626728361380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-may-not-kiss-bride.html' title='You may NOT kiss the bride'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112726457918141749</id><published>2005-09-20T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T04:40:58.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Hurricane Katrina...Coming in</title><summary type='text'>Check out some cool pics (courtsey, my buddy Sahoo) of Hurricane Katrina coming in. Real neat.Update: Apparently these pictures are fake, thanks to the tip from Quizman. Urban legends has the description here. Bakra time, I mean I was the Bakra here. These are beautiful pictures, nonetheless. Thanks to everone for the nice comments.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112726457918141749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112726457918141749&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112726457918141749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112726457918141749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/fake-hurricane-katrinacoming-in.html' title='Fake Hurricane Katrina...Coming in'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112722536387227822</id><published>2005-09-19T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:12:08.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><summary type='text'>Our Systems Support guys had to rebuild the image on my laptop and now all my hardisk documents are gone. Vamoos, kaput, Poof...gone. Of course they have a backup, and restoring it will take a day, but well, here I am, my half finished blog article disappeared from my now virgin laptop.       So I’ll just ramble on about mostly inane stuff, with no apparent continuity as I flit between topics </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112722536387227822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112722536387227822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112722536387227822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112722536387227822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/odds-and-ends.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112682819054185082</id><published>2005-09-15T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:20:43.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipping Point</title><summary type='text'>I love my tall ‘chai tea lattes’ at our local Starbucks and their oversized, comfy, deep sofa chairs. So every time I head over to my nearby ‘vice-den’, coffee place for my caffeine fix, my soul is deeply anguished over the now customary ‘To tip or not’. They have tip jars, strategically placed, near the cash register, for you to drop your change, after you’ve paid for your beverage. To make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112682819054185082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112682819054185082&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112682819054185082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112682819054185082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/tipping-point.html' title='Tipping Point'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112674475684708250</id><published>2005-09-14T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T05:06:44.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>90 days to live</title><summary type='text'>Our neighbor Tom is dying, of lung cancer. He has been battling it for a few years now, but apparently the doctors have told him that he has just about 3 months to live.       Three months, 90 days, approximately 2160 hours       I don’t know Tom very well, just the occasional hello when we pass each other on the street or the wave out when he sometimes sits out on his porch, taking in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112674475684708250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112674475684708250&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112674475684708250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112674475684708250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/90-days-to-live.html' title='90 days to live'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112622821335968708</id><published>2005-09-08T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:10:13.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Frenzy</title><summary type='text'>Ta Na Na Na Naaaaaa…That’s the sound of the NFL's Monday Night Football signature tune blaring on ABC at the start of the football fever. The official season begins today, with the kickoff game between Super bowl Champions the New England Patriots and Oakland Raiders. The game will be on ABC at 8 PM EST, and I can’t wait for the football season to begin. The pre-game and half-time show is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112622821335968708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112622821335968708&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112622821335968708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112622821335968708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/football-frenzy.html' title='Football Frenzy'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112618351303728218</id><published>2005-09-08T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T07:45:13.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Armstrong on the moon</title><summary type='text'>I thought this was funny.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112618351303728218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112618351303728218&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112618351303728218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112618351303728218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/neil-armstrong-on-moon.html' title='Neil Armstrong on the moon'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112613958731792872</id><published>2005-09-07T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:33:07.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call center blues</title><summary type='text'>According to this article in the Mumbai MirrorI deal with those a**holes in America, I live like them too," says 19-year-old BPO exec Yogesh Rautela, 10 months into the job. His credit cards are stretched, his money is spent on “boozing, partying, discos”, he doesn't believe in saving. Somewhere, an FMCG or apparel-maker's  Marketing Manager is jumping for joy.  Colleges, coffee shops or the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112613958731792872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112613958731792872&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112613958731792872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112613958731792872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/call-center-blues.html' title='Call center blues'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112605160561019627</id><published>2005-09-06T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:28:07.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halliburton to the rescue...again</title><summary type='text'>Someone, and I don’t remember which blogger it was, while berating the inadequacies of disaster relief for Katrina, mentioned, maybe partly in jest, that Cheney might help Halliburton get the rebuilding contract for New Orleans. How cynical can one get, I remember thinking to myself.       This precisely has what has happened now (tip from MWC, thanks V) with Kellogg, Brown &amp; Moore getting a $500</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112605160561019627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112605160561019627&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112605160561019627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112605160561019627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/halliburton-to-rescueagain.html' title='Halliburton to the rescue...again'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112605003760712297</id><published>2005-09-06T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:40:37.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Million Dollar Baby (2004)</title><summary type='text'>  Million Dollar Baby (2004)       Watched Clint Eastwood’s awesome movie ‘Million Dollar Baby’ last week and was spellbound and deeply contemplative as the movie ended. A beautifully directed movie, a trite clichéd, but well done nevertheless, along the lines of the greatness of ‘Shawshank Redemption’, but without as many characters. Beautifully acted, dialogues that are really deep and a well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112605003760712297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112605003760712297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112605003760712297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112605003760712297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/review-million-dollar-baby-2004.html' title='Review: Million Dollar Baby (2004)'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112584461838864056</id><published>2005-09-04T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:39:06.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sania Mirza in the fourth round</title><summary type='text'>  Sania made it past Maria Bartoli and stormed into the fourth round to play Maria Sharapova, the current heartthrob of women’s tennis. On Friday, I watched Sania’s game, whenever the network would cut to the women’s game, while telecasting the men’s matches. Whatever I saw of Sania’s game, I liked. Powerful serves, must faster than Ramesh Krishnan’s, excellent ground strokes, a weak backhand but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112584461838864056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112584461838864056&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112584461838864056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112584461838864056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/sania-mirza-in-fourth-round.html' title='Sania Mirza in the fourth round'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112562776636955961</id><published>2005-09-01T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:46:08.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina comes calling...Please spare a thought for the victims.</title><summary type='text'>Hurricane Katrina wrought devastation in New Orleans, Louisiana and now hundreds, possibly thousands of lives are lost because of this calamity. One feels for the sufferings of those residents of N’warlenes (al it’s referred to locally) and all those people stuck in this city and couldn’t get out. It is simply a travesty and the chaos unfolds as days pass by.     Personally, I have many fond </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112562776636955961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112562776636955961&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112562776636955961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112562776636955961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-katrina-comes-callingplease.html' title='Hurricane Katrina comes calling...Please spare a thought for the victims.'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112562676240676690</id><published>2005-09-01T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:06:02.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sania Mirza and the Marathi Manus</title><summary type='text'>Rediff.com reports:Sania Mirza continued her march at the US Open, scoring a hard-fought victory over Maria Elena Camerin of Italy in the second round of the women's singles on Armstrong court on Wednesday.The 42nd-ranked India ace won 6-4, 1-6, 6-4 and set up a third round meeting with 43rd-ranked 20-year-old Marion Bartoli of France.I'm eagerly awaiting to watch Sania Mirza in action, on USA  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112562676240676690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112562676240676690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112562676240676690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112562676240676690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/09/sania-mirza-and-marathi-manus.html' title='Sania Mirza and the Marathi Manus'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112553619176496614</id><published>2005-08-31T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:18:29.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Day</title><summary type='text'>This being Blog Day and all let me do my bit and recommend five blogs that have captivated me in the recent past    Shoefiend: A witty, intelligient advertising  newbie in London who writes about all kinda crap .       Sujatha: Hell, she's a DJ in Bangalore, and doesnt play Britney Spears or Richard Marx or Backstreet Boys on the radio. Is she for real?    Sakshi: Don't quite dig the doggie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112553619176496614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112553619176496614&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112553619176496614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112553619176496614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-day.html' title='Blog Day'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112535300457779591</id><published>2005-08-29T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:18:25.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>US Bloggers Meet</title><summary type='text'>They are meeting in droves all across the globe, the bloggers i.e. Bloggers are meeting  in  Bombay , Chennai , Bangalore , Calcutta , Delhi ,  London and every other imaginable place where two or more bloggers coexist. Hell, even pre-pubescent Porki’s in SriPerambadur have met over ‘kapi’ to discuss “free-market” fallouts and juxtaposition of the new world order in which Salman Khan is bereft of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112535300457779591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112535300457779591&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112535300457779591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112535300457779591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/us-bloggers-meet.html' title='US Bloggers Meet'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112515350087843643</id><published>2005-08-27T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:40:20.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs, Sperms and a New Arrival</title><summary type='text'>On my way to work this week, listening to NPR, these stories intrigued me greatly.        According to one report:Some fertility centers are now offering egg freezing to young women who want to put off motherhood. Because of uncertainties surrounding the procedure, the American Society for Reproductive Medicine recommends against it.         This report was  how some women preferred to defer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112515350087843643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112515350087843643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112515350087843643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112515350087843643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/eggs-sperms-and-new-arrival.html' title='Eggs, Sperms and a New Arrival'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112498894845949560</id><published>2005-08-25T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:20:42.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in...I need Cialis,er, I think</title><summary type='text'>I received this spam comment to one of my article today morning                   I'm waching blogs all day long and I found yours one which is really nice:)            buy cialis (links to a CIALIS peddling site)       What the…..? Who now has been watching my “blog”, and all day while they are at it, and watching it enough to discern that I need to buy Cialis? Wow. That immediately raised a few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112498894845949560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112498894845949560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112498894845949560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112498894845949560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-just-ini-need-cialiser-i-think.html' title='This just in...I need Cialis,er, I think'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112475991750904884</id><published>2005-08-22T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:18:37.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Sehar, India's answer to Untouchables</title><summary type='text'>Watched the excellent movie ‘Sehar’ over the past weekend and also the eminently forgettable Oliver Stones epic ‘Alexander’. Bad news first, about ‘Alexander’ the only recommendation that I can offer is ‘Please don’t waste your time’, unless you are a die hard Angelina Jolie fan like me or unlike me, a die hard Colin Farrell or Oliver Stone fan. Either way it’s not worth your time, so lets just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112475991750904884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112475991750904884&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112475991750904884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112475991750904884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/review-sehar-indias-answer-to.html' title='Review: Sehar, India&apos;s answer to Untouchables'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112466337673815484</id><published>2005-08-21T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:31:07.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><summary type='text'>  ET had us at ‘ET go home’, with a forlorn look on his face, pointing towards the sky with his magic-tipped finger. Or when Scarlet O’Hara in ‘Gone with the Wind’ realizes at the height of chaos of the American Civil war that what she really wants to do is to go home to her beloved home Tara. At end of the novel when Melanie lays dieing, she really wants to go ‘Home’, Home to Rhett Butler and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112466337673815484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112466337673815484&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112466337673815484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112466337673815484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112418533803872849</id><published>2005-08-16T04:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:56:38.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travails of the Fresh off the Boat (FOB) Desi</title><summary type='text'>Long has the desi FOB been the butt of 7-11, Gandhi, Apu and Quickie Mart and horrendous accent jokes. Needless to say, most of them, ahem,  are true. From the minute the unsuspecting desi FOB walks into Burger King and places an order for well, ’One Burger King Please’, his days in “Amreeka” are doomed forever as hilarious punch lines or the sad caricature that he is made out to be.    Most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112418533803872849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112418533803872849&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112418533803872849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112418533803872849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/travails-of-fresh-off-boat-fob-desi.html' title='Travails of the Fresh off the Boat (FOB) Desi'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112393716523987985</id><published>2005-08-13T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T07:49:28.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadda Donkey</title><summary type='text'>Seemz while giving Sidharth his morning bath was singing him a song'Inky Pinky Ponky,Father had a donkey,Donkey died, father cried,Inky Pinky Ponky'During this song (or maybe just to make his mother stop singing)  Sidharth asked his mother for DaddaShe responded "Dadda jogging, Dadda jogging"Hoping that he had added a new word "jogging" to his vocabulary, Seemz quizzed him"So where is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112393716523987985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112393716523987985&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112393716523987985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112393716523987985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/dadda-donkey.html' title='Dadda Donkey'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112392883000705349</id><published>2005-08-13T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T05:53:13.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Copyright Laws</title><summary type='text'>A colleague of mine was asking me about the P2P site Limewire and if there was software out there to convert MP3’s to WAV formats. Thus we began discussing about software for converting from one format to another and iPod's formats and bit Torrents and the like. Just then someone who we work with passed by and asked us what we had been discussing so intensely. Mentioning “Limewire” immediately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112392883000705349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112392883000705349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112392883000705349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112392883000705349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/copyright-laws.html' title='Copyright Laws'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112384152541705384</id><published>2005-08-12T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T05:12:05.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You...Uma</title><summary type='text'>Uma, who writes and maintains an excptional blog requests help from readers for recommendations on Childrens books for a NGO. All that's well and good, and the deluge of response that followed this request was stupendous.The best part of her request is that she has taken the time and effort to thank and acknowledge everyone who responded to her article, some 50 odd people. Nuggets on display, of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112384152541705384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112384152541705384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112384152541705384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112384152541705384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-youuma.html' title='Thank You...Uma'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112372008567669919</id><published>2005-08-10T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:35:49.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost of Netscape</title><summary type='text'>This article, by Rich Kaarlgard, appeared in the WSJ yesterday. Normally I do not like to cut and paste newspaper articles, but this one brought back lots of old memories. Does anyone remember the internet gold rush days ? What was that Greenspan quipped, ah yes, irrational exuberance. Now I find myself nodding my head reading about the amazing IPO ride of Baidu.com. Seems like Groundhog Day. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112372008567669919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112372008567669919&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112372008567669919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112372008567669919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/ghost-of-netscape.html' title='The Ghost of Netscape'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112355455883625802</id><published>2005-08-08T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:29:18.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Downfall (Untergang, Der)</title><summary type='text'>We watched this amazing German movie over the weekend and have to rate this as amongst the best WWII movies right up there with The Longest Day, Schindlers List and Battleship Potemkin. This movie recounts the last days of the Nazi Reich and Hitler’s last days spent bunkered down in Berlin, bouncing between bouts of rage, loathing, loneliness and depression. The story is narrated from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112355455883625802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112355455883625802&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112355455883625802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112355455883625802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/downfall-untergang-der.html' title='Downfall (Untergang, Der)'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112312190746446986</id><published>2005-08-03T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:18:27.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for Africa</title><summary type='text'>Africa, the cradle of civilization, the Dark Continent, where homo sapiens as we know today are supposed to have originated to occupy the far recesses of earth, is in dire straits today. Famines, riots, starvation, floods, droughts, locusts, ethnic cleansing has left her as the worlds begging bowl, wrought with death and depression. Yet the world doesn’t seem to either notice or care much. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112312190746446986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112312190746446986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112312190746446986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112312190746446986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/prayer-for-africa.html' title='A Prayer for Africa'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112302999131403574</id><published>2005-08-02T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:17:28.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Mackinac Island</title><summary type='text'>Over the past weekend we tarvelled north to Mackinac Island, located between Michigan and Upper Penninsula. We spent Friday night at a city south of Mackinac called Gaylord. On Saturday morning we drove to the island.The Mackinac Bridge, as viewed from the ferry to the island. This bridge is a suspension bridge, supposed to be the longest suspension bridge, and stands over the confluence of Lake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112302999131403574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112302999131403574&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112302999131403574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112302999131403574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/08/trip-to-mackinac-island.html' title='A Trip to Mackinac Island'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112265619973892265</id><published>2005-07-29T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:57:03.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Two's</title><summary type='text'>We thought terrible two’s was just an adage used by indolent parents, who can’t reign in their wayward offspring’s while they wrought misery and havoc on poor sods around them. Well, now we have become those parents. It’s like our son was somehow waiting for that magical date when he’d turn two, which happened on 17th July ,and after that, voila, it’s like now everything goes. From a clueless, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112265619973892265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112265619973892265&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112265619973892265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112265619973892265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Two&apos;s'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112257252910331514</id><published>2005-07-28T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:30:28.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea Clinton Betrothed......…Well, Almost</title><summary type='text'>Water, water everywhere. In Mumbai, India i.e. Well here are some funny stories for some respite from the deluge for the Mumbai readers and my "phamily" members. Um...wait a minute, my "phamily" members from Mumbai are my only readers. Anyway Enjoy.          If Godwin Kipkemoi Chepkurgor  from Kenya had his way, he’d be snogging Chelsea Clinton right about now. However his offer was not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112257252910331514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112257252910331514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112257252910331514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112257252910331514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/chelsea-clinton-betrothedwell-almost.html' title='Chelsea Clinton Betrothed......…Well, Almost'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112242955383485267</id><published>2005-07-26T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:02:09.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Poets Society</title><summary type='text'>Mid-day reports, a group of poets from UP got invited to Bombay for poetry reading gathering and got treated like dirt by the organizers. At the end of their stay they were ready to kill the organizers, literally. Whoever said poets were soft, genteel souls !!! Check out the entire story here.         Where checking out the recently launched ‘Mumbai Mirror’ online articles, I nearly feel out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112242955383485267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112242955383485267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112242955383485267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112242955383485267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/dead-poets-society.html' title='Dead Poets Society'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112234391166279390</id><published>2005-07-25T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:19:34.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Life....Please</title><summary type='text'>Angelina Jolie, Sushmita Sen, Sen John McCain and Supreme Court nominee Justice John Roberts Jr are my personal heroes. Not because of their politics and views or they are beautiful, talented and famous. All of them have adopted children, some of them in partnerships with their spouses and some as single parents. Adoption, the single most selfless act that one can ever be a part of. Acts which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112234391166279390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112234391166279390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112234391166279390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112234391166279390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/make-lifeplease.html' title='Make a Life....Please'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112222037160691292</id><published>2005-07-24T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T10:52:51.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Clouds are Gathering</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday while driving back from the dentist’s office, I was feeling rather glum, since my wisdom tooth extraction is imminent and the doctor will be doing the extractions of the three molars on 4th Aug, under full anesthesia. This is the first time I will be under general anesthesia, and the thought of getting knocked out has always petrified me. Hey, things can really go wrong and what if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112222037160691292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112222037160691292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112222037160691292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112222037160691292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/dark-clouds-are-gathering.html' title='Dark Clouds are Gathering'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112202971991694329</id><published>2005-07-22T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T05:57:56.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If's</title><summary type='text'>What if                  There was no concept of money ? Would you still have “free” stuff?                       Any man who forced himself involuntarily on a woman dies immediately after the                        act ? Would the number of widows increase overnight ?                       The entire world was ruled by just one monarch, with divine powers andsuperhuman qualities ? Would his/her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112202971991694329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112202971991694329&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112202971991694329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112202971991694329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-ifs.html' title='What If&apos;s'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112181231714451035</id><published>2005-07-19T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:21:53.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic at Stoney Creek</title><summary type='text'>After weeks of deliberations and careful planning and re-planning, we hosted the birthday party for Sidharth at Stony Creek  Metro Park, a beautiful park not too far from our house. On his birthday Sidharth woke up to the sight of his over zealous parents recite a horrendous off-key rendition of ‘Happy Birthday to you’, and his mood was all downhill thereafter. We had invited about 15 of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112181231714451035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112181231714451035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112181231714451035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112181231714451035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/picnic-at-stoney-creek.html' title='Picnic at Stoney Creek'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112159821906380987</id><published>2005-07-17T06:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:03:39.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our baby turns two</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Precious. Its hard to believe that two years ago we got you as this tiny little bundle, so quiet and so serene. And now you drive your mother crazy!!! Thank you, for all the wonderful moments that has bought your mother and me unmitigated joy and happiness. We look forward to these moments for the rest of our lives.        Our wish for Sidharth, this excellent song by Lee Ann </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112159821906380987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112159821906380987&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112159821906380987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112159821906380987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/our-baby-turns-two.html' title='Our baby turns two'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112135748226670516</id><published>2005-07-14T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:20:45.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juvenile Sex and Salman Khan</title><summary type='text'>According to an article titled “Naughty aunty’s lover” in Mid-Day          “It was a mistake. Why do you want to reopen that chapter?” said 21-year-old Abrar Khatri. On Tuesday, a sessions court sentenced Persis William (40) to five years in jail for kidnapping Khatri and having sex with him in November 2000, when he was a minor.But Khatri told Mid Day yesterday that he was unaware of the court’s</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112135748226670516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112135748226670516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112135748226670516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112135748226670516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/juvenile-sex-and-salman-khan.html' title='Juvenile Sex and Salman Khan'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112130489722256968</id><published>2005-07-13T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:40:48.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Statutory Warning: Too Much Info on blogs</title><summary type='text'>According to this article on CNN, apparently bloggers are putting too much personal data on their blogs which may come back to bite them in the rear in the long run. Well obviously titillation and frivolous beats serious, impersonal rhetoric ranting any day. Else how does one explain the immense popularity of blogs like The Wonkette and The Compulsive Confessor when compared to  contemplative and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112130489722256968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112130489722256968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112130489722256968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112130489722256968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/statutory-warning-too-much-info-on.html' title='Statutory Warning: Too Much Info on blogs'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112120191276190318</id><published>2005-07-12T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T16:30:03.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Prosperity for All</title><summary type='text'>Lagaan of the modern day India – Imagine this, the local village hero Bhuvan SMS’s the popular village belle Rukmini, to meet him at the local watering hole, which Rukmini  retrieves on her Blackberry handheld while listening to the Podcast of Ajmeri Baba’s daily mystic musings, at the local health spa and cycling on the Nordi-Trac furiously while the creepy Romeo in the cycling row behind her is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112120191276190318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112120191276190318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112120191276190318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112120191276190318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-prosperity-for-all.html' title='And Prosperity for All'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112104826749708418</id><published>2005-07-10T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:21:49.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh Hai Bombay Meri Jaan</title><summary type='text'>Its not unusual for us to have our umbilical cords severed from our place of birth, and despite the best of standards of living anywhere in the world, the heart really calls just one place home, the place where you grow up. This may or may not be true for a lot of you, but definitely true for me, a hard core Bombayite. Having spent a good part of my childhood, schooling, and college years in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112104826749708418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112104826749708418&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112104826749708418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112104826749708418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeh-hai-bombay-meri-jaan.html' title='Yeh Hai Bombay Meri Jaan'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112078686544258116</id><published>2005-07-07T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:41:05.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortably Numb</title><summary type='text'>I cannot even count the number of times this Pink Floyd song from ‘The Wall’ would have played on my Walkman during my probation days in TCS, Madras. I just loved to hear Roger Waters wail and Dave Gilmour get the guitar to cry, hours on end. ‘The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb’.  Those were the days when the rookies like me were thrown in to do the 16 hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112078686544258116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112078686544258116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112078686544258116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112078686544258116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/07/comfortably-numb.html' title='Comfortably Numb'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-112003908773232839</id><published>2005-06-29T04:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T04:58:07.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazaaron Khwaishai Aisee</title><summary type='text'>hazaaroN KHwahishaiN 'eisee ke har KHwahish pe dam niklebohot nikle mere armaaN lekin phir bhee kam nikle                                                                                          Mirza Ghalib       Watched this movie over the last weekend and the effects are still percolating in my mind as one of the best Hindi movies I’ve ever watched. Yeah, yeah, yeah it’s the arty farty types </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/112003908773232839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=112003908773232839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112003908773232839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/112003908773232839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/hazaaron-khwaishai-aisee.html' title='Hazaaron Khwaishai Aisee'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111979886350030171</id><published>2005-06-26T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:14:23.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidharth Tidbits</title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to paraphrase Sidharth’s antics over the past few weeks, since it’s been a while since I have written anything about him, despite him taking up most of my free time. He is by now quite well settled at the day care and is now spouting his friend’s names regularly when he misses them over the weekends and holidays. Names like Jake, Jessica and Kamini have become a regular feature of his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111979886350030171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111979886350030171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111979886350030171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111979886350030171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/sidharth-tidbits.html' title='Sidharth Tidbits'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111914446262749852</id><published>2005-06-18T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T20:28:38.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the World, We are the Children</title><summary type='text'>  Children are being imported into UK and beaten to death as reported by the BBC here.       “Children are being trafficked into the UK from Africa and used for human sacrifices, a confidential report for the Metropolitan Police suggests.”       Its surprising how children tragically are usually the victims for our insecurities and inner demons. This aspect of human psychology never ever ceases </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111914446262749852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111914446262749852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111914446262749852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111914446262749852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-are-world-we-are-children.html' title='We are the World, We are the Children'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111888224657109016</id><published>2005-06-15T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:37:26.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asexual and Proud</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to V, one of the members from our Book Club who forwarded this interesting article from salon.com to us on asexuals. Check out the entire article here, but you may have to get a free pass to view an advertisement to get to the article.      According to the article “A growing number of so-called asexuals insist that their indifference toward sex isn't a pathology, but an "orientation" like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111888224657109016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111888224657109016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111888224657109016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111888224657109016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/asexual-and-proud.html' title='Asexual and Proud'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111880468441556845</id><published>2005-06-14T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:06:00.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The King is dead, Long live the King</title><summary type='text'>In the summer of 1984 I happened to watch Michael Jackson do his moonwalk on TV and that performance was so graceful and powerful that I remember not blinking during the entire performance. It was a performance the likes of which I had never seen any entertainer perform, and immediately I was hooked onto the Michael Jackson bandwagon. Of course what happened afterwards with “Thriller” and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111880468441556845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111880468441556845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111880468441556845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111880468441556845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/king-is-dead-long-live-king.html' title='The King is dead, Long live the King'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111871056327406411</id><published>2005-06-13T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:56:03.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemony Snicket's: A series of Unfortunate Events</title><summary type='text'>Jim Carrey is a genius. On a lazy, cloudy Sunday interspersed with light drizzles and after a sumptuous and delectable lunch, I settled down to watch ‘Lemony Snickets: A series of unfortunate events’, starring Jim Carrey. And how well was it worth my time. At the onset of this article let me warn you that being a life long die-hard Jim Carrey fan, any critique offered on Jim Carrey will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111871056327406411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111871056327406411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111871056327406411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111871056327406411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/lemony-snickets-series-of-unfortunate.html' title='Lemony Snicket&apos;s: A series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111817742773626558</id><published>2005-06-07T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:50:27.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOL Meet – 5th June 2005</title><summary type='text'>The second Books On Latte (BOL) meeting took place on 5th June at 4:00 PM and the august gathering comprised of the following luminaries MidWestChic (MWC), Bored, AR Fan (ARF), Brat and yours truly (I have not yet asked my BOL mates if I could use their names in my blogs, hence their alter-ego monikers). Three of the club members could not make it because of other pressing matters or in some case</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111817742773626558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111817742773626558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111817742773626558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111817742773626558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/bol-meet-5th-june-2005.html' title='BOL Meet – 5th June 2005'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111810971405629895</id><published>2005-06-06T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:05:25.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you remember ?</title><summary type='text'>For Sidharth and my parents.Inspired by Anshul's Time Really Flies post               All these years growing upWhen you have Mama and DadaAt your every beck and callLittle sniffles agonized overAnd your diet being discussed forever             With every new truant you playedOh, how our day is madeWhen you show us Airplanes aboveWe crane our necksAs if a new discovery, you have made             </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111810971405629895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111810971405629895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111810971405629895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111810971405629895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/will-you-remember.html' title='Will you remember ?'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111767531387320505</id><published>2005-06-01T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:21:53.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading Spaces</title><summary type='text'>What’s the statute of use of personal spaces while confined to claustrophobic steel traps and what could really be considered impropriety and transgressions of ones own personal space?  These were the thoughts that were running in my head when I boarded a flight for Houston from Detroit Metro on business. There was this decent middle aged, but rather portly, gentleman sitting next to me on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111767531387320505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111767531387320505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111767531387320505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111767531387320505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/06/trading-spaces.html' title='Trading Spaces'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111750678864837908</id><published>2005-05-30T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:34:57.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raincoat</title><summary type='text'>Watched Raincoat over the holiday weekend and it seems that Indian cinema is finally coming of age. Over the past few years, despite the proliferation of trash by Bollywood,  there have been influx of some quality movies by some new directors. Raincoat is one such movie, which does not resort to humongous sets for song/dance routines nor slapstick comedians hamming away or Ms. Sherawat displaying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111750678864837908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111750678864837908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111750678864837908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111750678864837908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/raincoat.html' title='Raincoat'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111728253700901378</id><published>2005-05-28T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T07:15:37.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sidharth...test image in BloggerBot...for Anshul </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111728253700901378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111728253700901378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111728253700901378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111728253700901378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/sidharth.html' title=''/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111727981668002341</id><published>2005-05-28T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T06:41:33.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhanu Kamdar</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago my mind wandered off to my good ole days, when MTV and cable TV were still distant pipe dreams and PC’s and the internet, at least in India, were non-existent. What kept us busy during hot summer months was cricket and haranguing our unsuspecting neighbors. During one of those summer months in the mid or late 70’s we participated actively in a civic Municipal election in Bombay. We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111727981668002341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111727981668002341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111727981668002341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111727981668002341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/bhanu-kamdar.html' title='Bhanu Kamdar'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111719159562726170</id><published>2005-05-27T05:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T06:08:57.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Spelling Bee's</title><summary type='text'>Check out  the article in CNN on Spelling Bee’s here                                             It's never been as     cool         to be a spelling  bee                 geek as now.                                         Once considered a slightly odd sub-culture of American life, the contests where school children compete to spell words most kids don't understand are now popping up in movies,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111719159562726170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111719159562726170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111719159562726170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111719159562726170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/cool-spelling-bees.html' title='Cool Spelling Bee&apos;s'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111711613880918866</id><published>2005-05-26T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T09:11:12.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunil Dutt</title><summary type='text'>Sunil Dutt actor-minister passed away on Wednesday May 25th in Bombay, India of a heart attack. He was 75 and represented my constituency in Bombay as a Lok Sabha MP. Though I am not a big fan of Sunil Dutt movies, the role that I will always remember him by will be ‘Bhola’ in Padosan, one of India’s best made original comedy film. Despite such stalwarts like Mehmood, Om Prakash and Kishore Kumar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111711613880918866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111711613880918866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111711613880918866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111711613880918866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunil-dutt.html' title='Sunil Dutt'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111703309467579149</id><published>2005-05-25T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:58:14.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Bach</title><summary type='text'>One of our erudite Book Club, which BTW has finally been christened as ‘BooksOnLatte’ (BOL), members has prompted me to think about quotations from books that I read. Richard Back is one of the favorite all time authors of mine with books like Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Illusions, The Messiah amongst the most popular ones. There are some of the quotes from the books that I go back to from time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111703309467579149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111703309467579149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111703309467579149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111703309467579149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/richard-bach.html' title='Richard Bach'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111697015362000133</id><published>2005-05-24T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:29:13.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sideways</title><summary type='text'>Watched the movie Sideways over the weekend and was just wowed by this little gem of a movie. Not the greatest of movies that I have ever watched, but a good movie nevertheless. Directed by Alexander Payne of Elections and ‘About Schmidt’ fame, this movie tells a story about losers, wine and making lemonade when life serves you limes. The performances by Paul Giamatti and Thomas Hayden Church are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111697015362000133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111697015362000133&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111697015362000133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111697015362000133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/sideways.html' title='Sideways'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111688456756789544</id><published>2005-05-23T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:42:47.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.S.P.E.C.T</title><summary type='text'>Last week the Detroit Pistons beat  the Indiana Pacers in a grueling 6 game series, which was a closely fought series. The star of the Pacers, Reggie Miller, had announced his retirement from professional basketball after 18 seasons with a single team. What was great about game 6 was not the fact that Detroit won, but at the end of the game when defeat for the Pacers was imminent, Coach Larry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111688456756789544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111688456756789544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111688456756789544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111688456756789544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/respect.html' title='R.E.S.P.E.C.T'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111616231803846619</id><published>2005-05-15T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T08:06:37.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><summary type='text'>Well let’s see what Sidharths antics were for the past week. As I sit here typing, he his dragging the duvet cover of our sofa across the kitchen floor. And his mother is screaming, while I choose to ignore her berating. Now the doormat is getting mauled as I compose this blog. My eyes are steadfast glued to my PC.  With each passing day his fascination for the toilet seems to be ascending </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111616231803846619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111616231803846619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111616231803846619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111616231803846619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111567660449765890</id><published>2005-05-09T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:10:04.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The King's Chariot</title><summary type='text'>After 50 years the Rolls-Royce is back in India as reported by the BBC here    The Phantom was reportedly purchased by Yohan Poonawalla for almost $1 million dollars or approximately Rs. 4 crores. Unfathomable, at least to my middle-class frugal senses. This morning on the way to work, I happened to listen to an interview with this Poonawalla guy on the BBC news service. The interviewer was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111567660449765890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111567660449765890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111567660449765890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111567660449765890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/kings-chariot.html' title='The King&apos;s Chariot'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111555588523388615</id><published>2005-05-08T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T07:38:05.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Leakage</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday we were all tucked in and blissfully counting our z’s at around 11:00 PM, when the phone rang, causing Seemz to jump from the bed to answer the phone call. Her friend on the call was frantic about some plane crash in our area and that residents in Rochester Hills were evacuating their homes by the droves fearing a terrorist attack. My skeptical nature lead me to switch on the TV and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111555588523388615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111555588523388615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111555588523388615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111555588523388615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/gas-leakage.html' title='Gas Leakage'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111547195403002250</id><published>2005-05-07T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T08:19:14.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton</title><summary type='text'>Recently I have taken up playing badminton over the weekends with some friends and its suits-me-just-fine none too heart thumping kind of strenuous games. The crowd that shows up is a good mix of Indians, Chinese and Koreans and it’s mostly doubles that we play, with everybody getting to rotate their partners and opponents pretty regularly. Being extremely sports-crazy, though I do not excel at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111547195403002250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111547195403002250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111547195403002250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111547195403002250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/badminton.html' title='Badminton'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111525082560630059</id><published>2005-05-04T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:53:46.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruity King</title><summary type='text'>Delectable, mouth watering ripe golden mangos are all that occupy my mind these days and more so on a bright sunny summer day. I miss a lot of things about India, but every summer despite the oppressive heat, the scarcity of water and the humidity of India my thoughts invariably turn to the king of all fruits – the mango. Oh how I miss the sweet, syrup’s mango pulps that could be consumed with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111525082560630059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111525082560630059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111525082560630059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111525082560630059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/05/fruity-king.html' title='Fruity King'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111437877955925617</id><published>2005-04-24T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:39:39.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why it Matters</title><summary type='text'>   India lost the one-day cricket series to Pakistan miserably and an exasperated nation groans and throws its arms up and casts its eyes skyward yet again, for some cricketing messiah to come along and lead us to our cricketing salvation. This situation with Indian cricket has for long been like ‘Groundhog Day’, different day just the same old shit.    How many times do we have to suffer the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111437877955925617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111437877955925617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111437877955925617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111437877955925617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-it-matters.html' title='Why it Matters'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111422198494048119</id><published>2005-04-22T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:16:52.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><summary type='text'>Check out this bizarre story about cannibalism from Germany here. Apparently this guy had a fetish for human flesh and he advertised for someone to “slaughter and eat” and what is even more astonishing that some idiot responded to the ad, and was killed and eaten by Germany’s very own Hannibal Lector. Before killing him, the first night the cannibal cut off the victim’s penis and fried it for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111422198494048119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111422198494048119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111422198494048119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111422198494048119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111413417940890290</id><published>2005-04-21T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:42:59.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distinguish Yourself</title><summary type='text'>Check this series out on Leadership and ‘How to Distinguish yourself’ by Rajesh Setty here. Rajesh Setty is the President and CEO of CIGNEX a software services company and author of the book ‘Beyond Code’. In this series titled ‘Distinguish Yourself’, he has laid out different ways to achieve your objectives in 20 pithy steps, and some of his doctrines are relevant to any contemporary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111413417940890290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111413417940890290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111413417940890290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111413417940890290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/04/distinguish-yourself.html' title='Distinguish Yourself'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111396109988780953</id><published>2005-04-19T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:43:47.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Light your bulb...Swades, We the People</title><summary type='text'>We watched Ashutosh Gowarikar’s movie Swades over the course of the past weekend and both Seemz and myself were sufficiently impressed with the storyline, narration, technical quality and the ensemble cast of the movie. Definitely a refreshing good variant story compared to the regular run of the mill trash being proliferated by Bollywood these days  And for once, the King of Hamming and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111396109988780953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111396109988780953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111396109988780953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111396109988780953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/04/go-light-your-bulbswades-we-people.html' title='Go Light your bulb...Swades, We the People'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111387590330817511</id><published>2005-04-18T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:58:23.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with the Fishes</title><summary type='text'>Sidharth sometimes gets up screaming and bawling in the middle of night, maybe because its is too hot/cold for him  or on account of a nightmare or for some unimaginable reason that I care to comprehend, at 2 or 3 AM in the morning. But we sure do hear him wail and he lets us know in no uncertain terms that he is not happy. This does not happen often, but the nights that he does get up, I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111387590330817511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111387590330817511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111387590330817511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111387590330817511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/04/sleeping-with-fishes.html' title='Sleeping with the Fishes'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111366147582212993</id><published>2005-04-16T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T09:24:35.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary</title><summary type='text'>Well, Sidharth has moved well beyond his go-go-gaga lexicon and moved into actual word formation, but discerning his language takes a bit of work. We have compiled a list of words that he uses regularly and what we think he means by those words. Sometimes we win and other times we lose and it takes a while to figure out what he’s trying to convey. Here is his current verbal glossary:       Chee </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111366147582212993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111366147582212993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111366147582212993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111366147582212993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/04/vocabulary.html' title='Vocabulary'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111356379940694570</id><published>2005-04-15T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T06:16:39.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphys Law's for IT</title><summary type='text'>I came across this on one of the IT blog's and though that it was excellent. These are Murphy's law for IT by Tim Bryce.  INTRODUCTION    Bryce's Laws on IRM was preceded by Murphy's Laws which originated in the 1940's from the American military. The axiom, "If anything can go wrong it will," is perhaps the best known law attributed to Murphy. The following is a list of "Murphy's Laws" pertaining</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111356379940694570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111356379940694570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111356379940694570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111356379940694570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/04/murphys-laws-for-it.html' title='Murphys Law&apos;s for IT'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518918.post-111343584828514200</id><published>2005-04-13T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:44:08.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><summary type='text'>I need my 30 minutes of ‘suspension of belief’ dose every day, be it in the form of Yahoo  Bridge or Seinfeld reruns or Jeopardy ‘Tournament of Champions’. Can’t wait for Ken Jennings, the undisputed reigning monarch of Jeopardy with  total earnings of approx. $2.5 million on Jeopardy, to get back into the tournament. Last week while flipping channels, I happened to stumble upon the new NBC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/feeds/111343584828514200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11518918&amp;postID=111343584828514200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111343584828514200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11518918/posts/default/111343584828514200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chappan.blogspot.com/2005/04/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>chappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01185000725100234872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
