<?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-8590156051285834049</id><updated>2012-01-31T10:49:45.138+04:00</updated><category term='1980&apos;s pop'/><category term='googly'/><category term='Darr'/><category term='Cocktails'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Cubism'/><category term='The Sound Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category term='to a skylark'/><category term='Waiters'/><category term='ghazal'/><category term='Call Centre'/><category term='wine characteristics'/><category term='Global Warming'/><category term='Car servicing'/><category term='Ram Gopal Varma Ki Aag'/><category term='Wine'/><category term='Hey Jude'/><category term='Something Good'/><category term='Love minus Zero/ No Limit'/><category term='The Lonely Goatherd'/><category term='Discovery Channel gunman'/><category term='Oprah Winfrey'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='Greenpeace'/><category term='Bollywood'/><category term='Expenses'/><category term='Aspects Of The Novel'/><category term='Customer Service'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='cogito ergo sum'/><category term='Any colour you like'/><category term='Edelweiss'/><category term='Indian parliament'/><category term='Ulysses'/><category term='Twenty 20 cricket world cup'/><category term='Media noise'/><category term='Climb Every Mountain'/><category term='HMV'/><category term='Lord&apos;s'/><category term='The Beatles'/><category term='Stream of Consciousness'/><category term='Francis Ford Coppola'/><category term='Indian media'/><category term='Tips for success'/><category term='Bollywood Classics'/><category term='Pere Lachaise'/><category term='The Doors'/><category term='Sachin Tendulkar'/><category term='Energy efficiency'/><category term='Ohio'/><category term='Adolf Hitler'/><category term='Hollywood movies'/><category term='IPL'/><category term='The Rolling Stones'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Marlon Brando'/><category term='Milan Kundera'/><category term='The Sund Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category term='Shah Rukh Khan'/><category term='Sholay'/><category term='NDTV 24x7'/><category term='instant gratification'/><category term='Scenes From A Restaurant'/><category term='Schindler&apos;s List'/><category term='descartes'/><category term='edgar allen poe'/><category term='Low scoring games'/><category term='The Matrix'/><category term='Flower Power'/><category term='My funny Valentine'/><category term='Quentin Tarantino'/><category term='Nobel Prize'/><category term='Jim Morrison'/><category term='Rev Run'/><category term='William Burroughs'/><category term='So Long Farewell'/><category term='Ram Gopal Varma'/><category term='Sixth Sense'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Woodstock'/><category term='Inglourious Basterds'/><category term='Children&apos;s Books'/><category term='Art Of The Novel'/><category term='wine appreciation'/><category term='kaifi azmi'/><category term='I Will Survive'/><category term='What&apos;s on your mind'/><category term='Swine Flu'/><category term='EM Forster'/><category term='Woody Allen'/><category term='Titanic'/><category term='Business jargon'/><category term='Run DMC'/><category term='Nuclear deal'/><category term='I Have Confidence'/><category term='damien hirst'/><category term='Bird Flu'/><category term='spinoza'/><category term='Tipping at restaurants'/><category term='Rainy Day Dream Away'/><category term='civilization'/><category term='well of the house'/><category term='Bordeaux'/><category term='The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'/><category term='Balloon Boy incident'/><category term='All You Need Is Love'/><category term='Brit pub'/><category term='FarmVille'/><category term='Facebook status'/><category term='Sherlock Holmes'/><category term='shelly'/><category term='The Return Of Sherlock Holmes'/><category term='Sunfeast'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Eva Braun'/><category term='My Favourite Things'/><category term='The Economist'/><category term='Hollywood classics'/><category term='naked lunch'/><category term='Airlines'/><category term='Life Coaching'/><category term='Nobel Peace Prize'/><category term='Ohio animals loose'/><category term='The Godfather'/><category term='Constant Craving'/><category term='The Sound Of Music'/><category term='John Buchanan'/><category term='Zanesville'/><category term='Self help books'/><category term='Richard Heene'/><category term='Anand'/><category term='My neighbour Charlie'/><category term='Facebook viral campaign to raise breast cancer awareness'/><category term='Famous last words'/><category term='Bollywood hits'/><category term='James J. Lee'/><category term='Maria'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Modern Art'/><category term='Existentialism'/><category term='Restaurants'/><category term='Falcon Heene'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='ODI'/><category term='Asian Nightclub'/><category term='James Joyce'/><category term='M.Night Shyamalan'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='Pakistan Emergency'/><category term='Subterranean Homesick Blues'/><category term='Indian cricket'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields Occasionally</title><subtitle type='html'>Serious thoughts on  matters of consequence  :  
science , music , film , literature ,  sports ,   travel ,  society , politics and the environment.                  Remember : you  saw it  here first (you may not see it again in the blog )</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-1135012866479135296</id><published>2012-01-30T23:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:49:45.150+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips for success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self help books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My neighbour Charlie'/><title type='text'>Just Kidding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My neighbor Charlie took a&amp;nbsp;shine to &lt;i&gt;'Unleash Your Inner Child : &amp;nbsp;Be Curious, Be Crazy'&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;, tip number six &amp;nbsp; from &lt;i&gt;Ten&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Terrific Tips For Sizzling Success &lt;/i&gt;when he first read the piece.&amp;nbsp;('Like our Facebook page to win a free&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sizzling Success&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mug').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's not such a fan anymore. Not after it had unleashed the Outer Adult in his boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which happened when he tried applying it at work. During a business review meeting , his boss had asked &amp;nbsp;for sales to be increased and costs to be cut . Charlie interrupted mid-sentence to ask why. And&amp;nbsp;Charlie was promptly asked to share his own sales numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Shan't too ! " said Charlie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the other begged Charlie's pardon , Charlie paid no attention. He burst into a sudden giggle instead and said hey how come you have such a funny nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The much-zapped boss pulled off a weak laugh and asked what the hell&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;was wrong with Charlie today.Charlie ignored him and carried on&amp;nbsp;singing. He also began to draw something.(The guy next to him was to say later that -&amp;nbsp;seeing as how &amp;nbsp;it looked like a TV remote mounted on a pair of antennae which of course was absurd -&amp;nbsp;it was&amp;nbsp;probably a creature of some sort, a man possibly)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The now-irritated boss then asked Charlie to get the fuck out of there and sort himself out.&amp;nbsp;Charlie scowled , pouted , stomped his feet , glared. Then Charlie stood right up and knocked down his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was howling when they dragged him out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Charlie , &amp;nbsp;now on rest leave , was sipping a thoughtful coffee from his&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sizzling Success&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;mug when i met him yesterday.&amp;nbsp;"Naturally I don't blame them." he said &amp;nbsp;"I look at it from a &amp;nbsp;holistic perspective."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tip number one or two, no doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-1135012866479135296?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1135012866479135296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=1135012866479135296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1135012866479135296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1135012866479135296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1135012866479135296' title='Just Kidding'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2839455561530069782</id><published>2012-01-24T14:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:33:04.111+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tipping at restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scenes From A Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customer Service'/><title type='text'>Scenes From A Restaurant - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiter&lt;/b&gt; : "Here's your bill, sir"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Customer&lt;/b&gt; : "$150. Hmm...." &lt;i&gt;(whispers)&lt;/i&gt; " Er, this is embarrassing but I'm running a bit short here. Could you possibly lend me a tenner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiter &lt;/b&gt;: "No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Customer&lt;/b&gt; : " Right. So here's $150 for the bill. And this is the $25 that I'm not going to tip you after all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2839455561530069782?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2839455561530069782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2839455561530069782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2839455561530069782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2839455561530069782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2839455561530069782' title='Scenes From A Restaurant - 3'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2311156948244165252</id><published>2011-12-09T02:44:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T03:35:35.142+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Strangers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;You book flight tickets online.Transaction done you realize that you should have entered the promotion code for a discount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;You're at this counter the next day to buy advance tickets for a film festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;You pay up ,collect your tickets,begin to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Afterthought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You turn around to confirm that a few free passes you've got need to be redeemed just before each screening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;No sir , the young lady says , you could have done it right here and why didn't you tell me before paying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;You ask if the purchase could not be cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;But you know the answer already.No indeed sir , they could not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Later walking out in the mellow sunshine you contemplate some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;The rich get richer , the poor get poorer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The unlikely-to-ever-be-rich get bicycles for their fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;t rip-off prices too no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; enhances the quality of your reflection at this point though is remembering that your frequent flyer card was offering a one paid-one free promotion for this festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Money and you : this line is probably the closest you've ever been to each other. Or ever likely to be !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2311156948244165252?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2311156948244165252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2311156948244165252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2311156948244165252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2311156948244165252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#2311156948244165252' title='Perfect Strangers.'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-1928989369279995383</id><published>2011-10-20T20:25:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:52:27.804+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanesville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio animals loose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><title type='text'>Animal Harm (a non-story NOT by George Orwell)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-dxuo9y6wY/TqBQvaKuvPI/AAAAAAAAB9E/0XX-c7Ag4s8/s1600/Tigressinbed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-dxuo9y6wY/TqBQvaKuvPI/AAAAAAAAB9E/0XX-c7Ag4s8/s400/Tigressinbed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665617106640485618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/20/us/police-kill-dozens-of-animals-freed-from-ohio-preserve.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hpw"&gt;Wild animals&lt;/a&gt; were at large (and small too apparently) in Zanesville, Ohio , USA yesterday and while things are now under control , experts believe this might have been a possibility . . . &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-1928989369279995383?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1928989369279995383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=1928989369279995383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1928989369279995383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1928989369279995383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#1928989369279995383' title='Animal Harm (a non-story NOT by George Orwell)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-dxuo9y6wY/TqBQvaKuvPI/AAAAAAAAB9E/0XX-c7Ag4s8/s72-c/Tigressinbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-3002106546936157128</id><published>2011-10-17T13:37:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:30:26.716+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bordeaux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scenes From A Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Scenes From A Restaurant - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OjsecRMA3wY/TpxJ1VQdNfI/AAAAAAAAB80/xDH10RLgPA0/s1600/Restaurant%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OjsecRMA3wY/TpxJ1VQdNfI/AAAAAAAAB80/xDH10RLgPA0/s400/Restaurant%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664483611913303538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiter&lt;/b&gt; : "Here's your wine , sir. Chateau XXX-XXX, 1954. A very charming little wine - gentle of bouquet , gracious and light of body, a hint of earth in the after-taste with just a trace of tannin to tease the tongue. The fruit lingers nearer the surface and produces the first few notes. Monsieur may be aware it is a first growth wine from the Medoc district of Bordeaux. The vineyard . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Customer&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(interrupting)&lt;/i&gt; :  "Whatever.Can you just pour it out please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiter&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(explodes)&lt;/i&gt; : " WHAT ! Get out of here you squalid little philistine and don't you dare come back !"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-3002106546936157128?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3002106546936157128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=3002106546936157128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3002106546936157128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3002106546936157128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#3002106546936157128' title='Scenes From A Restaurant - 2'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OjsecRMA3wY/TpxJ1VQdNfI/AAAAAAAAB80/xDH10RLgPA0/s72-c/Restaurant%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-9089443260397719508</id><published>2011-10-07T20:55:00.011+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T01:23:12.050+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scenes From A Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customer Service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurants'/><title type='text'>Scenes From A Restaurant - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F890pVSe5FY/TpdUlK0M7UI/AAAAAAAAB8o/dJfbZ7fbQsY/s1600/Restaurant%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F890pVSe5FY/TpdUlK0M7UI/AAAAAAAAB8o/dJfbZ7fbQsY/s400/Restaurant%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663088053976886594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Customer : " John  is it ? Good. Recommend cocktails any,John ?"&lt;/div&gt;Waiter : " We are known for our martini, sir"&lt;br /&gt;Customer : " Not martini,thanks.Too dry."&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : " You could have our Singapore Sling then..."&lt;br /&gt;Customer : " Oh yeah.Hmm. No. Not today though."&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : " A good old Tom Collins then ,sir ?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer : "Boring."&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : " Why don't you try our mojito..."&lt;br /&gt;Customer : " Erm, no , no rum please"&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : " I'd try Cosmopolitan - vodka,cointreau,cranberry juice.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : "No cranberry juice, thanks. What else  with vodka ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waiter : " Flirtini,sir - vodka , champagne , cointreau, pineapple"&lt;br /&gt;Customer : "Sorry,pineapple did you say, John ?"&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : " I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; pineapple.OK. Fruit. Any other fruit going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter " There's Apple Frost...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : "That sounds interesting."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter : "Yes.Cider,cinnamon,bourbon,pear bran..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : "Cinnamon and &lt;i&gt;whisky&lt;/i&gt; ! God no ! No ! What else you got?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter : "There's Jack Frost..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : "Not a big Tennessee fan i'm afraid.More fruit ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter : "Make you a nice fresh strawberry-and-vodka with lime,sir"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : "&lt;i&gt;Strawberry&lt;/i&gt; ?! Nah. Just get me some water please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter : " Still or sparkling ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : "Still"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiter comes back with a bottle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : "  Erm, &lt;i&gt;tap&lt;/i&gt; water please, John "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-9089443260397719508?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/9089443260397719508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=9089443260397719508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/9089443260397719508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/9089443260397719508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#9089443260397719508' title='Scenes From A Restaurant - 1'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F890pVSe5FY/TpdUlK0M7UI/AAAAAAAAB8o/dJfbZ7fbQsY/s72-c/Restaurant%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8970274828277448841</id><published>2011-09-13T12:29:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:51:48.002+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schindler&apos;s List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood classics'/><title type='text'>Deconstructing : SCHINDLER'S LIST (1993)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVuPk3Vb0H4/Tm9DnwWYMTI/AAAAAAAAB6g/WZydn3LuvnA/s1600/Schindler3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Scene 1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;EXT. &lt;em&gt;Somewhere in an Ibiza party. We find Maria sprawled out there cosying up with a young boyfriend. Both are obviously very stoned. A miserable looking Captain von Trapp spots Maria and walks timidly up in her direction. Maria is both too stoned and too engrossed to recognise him. She notices him only when the poor hapless Captain trips on some stones at which she, alas , bursts into much laughter .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAPTAIN : " Maria .....!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARIA (&lt;em&gt;still blank&lt;/em&gt;) : "Hey ! Do i , like , know you Grampa ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAPTAIN : " I , er , ....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOYFRIEND : " Now go away, old man. Go on. Get!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Captain von Trapp tries to protest and say something in response but the loud techno music completely drowns him out. The Boyfriend advances towards him. The good Captain beats a hasty retreat. Finally he turns towards the camera and breaks into &lt;/em&gt;The Sound Of Music&lt;em&gt; title track. Does the good Captain look and sound bitter ? Umm,yes, he fairly does. Could it be inferred that he is an ardent fan of the Ibiza scene ? Umm , no , it fairly couldn't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Their thrills are alive with the sound of music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sound that will split a thousand ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pills fill their heart with the sound of music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart wants to fling out every song that it hears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart wants to beat shit outta that lad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And swing him from the trees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart wants to fry them both like Mac fries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Served with cheese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They laugh like schmucks when i trip and fall over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stones on my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They swing through the night like jackasses learning to bray &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll go to the hills for my heart is lonely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that i must first hit the provisions store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart has been messed with The Sound Of Music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh boy , was it a bore !" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Act 13. Scene 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT. The war against global warming and environmental degradation looks conclusively lost as we find ourselves deep inside a little bunker in Berlin with &lt;/em&gt;Herr Furher &lt;em&gt;in retreat.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;With him are his mistress named Eva Braun and his dog named something else. The dog is howling away in front of a gramaphone horn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVA : " I thought i heard the sound of music"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HITLER : "That's the dog trying to imitate his master's voice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVA (&lt;em&gt;despondent&lt;/em&gt;) : " Oh &lt;em&gt;mein Furher&lt;/em&gt; are we quite trapped in here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HITLER (&lt;em&gt;angry&lt;/em&gt;) : " &lt;em&gt;Vat&lt;/em&gt; ! Did you mention Trapp ? Eva , you are all Braun and no brain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVA : " Shakespeare ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In response , Hitler takes his pistol and shoots her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then he shoots himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that , the dog shoots itself. But only with a camera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The image becomes a major record label logo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(To not be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#6750650555561359824"&gt;Act 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-6700428521920664745?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6700428521920664745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=6700428521920664745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6700428521920664745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6700428521920664745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#6700428521920664745' title='The Sound Of Music - 13'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1c-uHhApAc/TWqnWCM40PI/AAAAAAAAA3g/IhxclP4xQkQ/s72-c/00FINAL%2BACT%2B13%2BFINAL%2B27%2BFEB.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-6750650555561359824</id><published>2011-02-05T20:13:00.027+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:43:03.245+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TU5qLzQ6HJI/AAAAAAAAA2s/yGwqNXWPR5Q/s1600/act+12+final+5+feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570506540076113042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TU5qLzQ6HJI/AAAAAAAAA2s/yGwqNXWPR5Q/s400/act%2B12%2Bfinal%2B5%2Bfeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click on image for larger view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 12 . Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXT. In the Alps somewhere. The von Trapps have escaped but they are having a tough time of it. They are desperately short of food. After a long and difficult time , they spot a camp with a sumptuous spread laid out. Unbeknownst to them , it's part of a&lt;/em&gt; Sound Of Music &lt;em&gt;guided tour for tourists. The Captain approaches it but a man cuts him off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAN : " This is for the &lt;em&gt;Sound Of Music&lt;/em&gt; tour , sir. Can I see your ticket please ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CAPTAIN : "Now look here , I happen to be Captain von Trapp"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAN : " Yeah ? And I am Lady Gaga. Now get out or I call the police"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 12.Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXT. Some time later. The hungry family marches on tired and morose. Arriving at picturesque meadow cheers up the children a bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CHILDREN (&lt;em&gt;brightly&lt;/em&gt;) : " Can we all sing &lt;em&gt;Do Re Me&lt;/em&gt; now like we used to ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MARIA : "Are you crazy ?! Go look for some food !" ---&lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;adds&lt;/em&gt; --- " And one of you stay to massage my feet please"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 12.Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT. The Nazi officers mess. The Generals sit around in despair. It's clear now that despite their best efforts , the von Trapps have escaped for good and are beyond them now. They look tired and haggard. The waiter brings them orange juice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERAL 1 : " Vat ! &lt;em&gt;Goot gott&lt;/em&gt; !! Juice !!! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G2 : " We hate juice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G3 : " Out with the juice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WAITER : " But it's from a good concentrate"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G4 : " &lt;em&gt;Ja&lt;/em&gt; , you fool , that's what the camps were for"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G5 : " As you will soon find out , &lt;em&gt;mein gott&lt;/em&gt; ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 12, Scene 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXT. The Alps again. And now at long last , the family spots help. They run into a family picnic there in the mountains. And it turns out the be someone they know ! In fact , it happens to be &lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1278518967996516370"&gt;Guest 2 from the party of Act 4.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CAPTAIN : " Herr Schmidt ! What a wonderful surprise. In fact , a godsend . We are starving , sir and would greatly appreciate some food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SCHMIDT (&lt;em&gt;Coldly&lt;/em&gt;): " I do not think that will be possible , Captain von Trapp."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CAPTAIN : " Oh please I beg of you, Herr Schmidt. For the love of God !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SCHMIDT (&lt;em&gt;thinks for a while , then speaks&lt;/em&gt;) : " Very well then. But on one condition : you must first sit through three hours of my children singing before we serve you a morsel." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(To be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#2841974145347735775"&gt;Act 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-6750650555561359824?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6750650555561359824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=6750650555561359824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6750650555561359824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6750650555561359824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#6750650555561359824' title='The Sound Of Music - 12'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TU5qLzQ6HJI/AAAAAAAAA2s/yGwqNXWPR5Q/s72-c/act%2B12%2Bfinal%2B5%2Bfeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2841974145347735775</id><published>2011-02-02T17:56:00.017+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:15:16.856+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climb Every Mountain'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TUllTUj-MDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OZL2JoDDdKU/s1600/concert+5+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569093796831834162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TUllTUj-MDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OZL2JoDDdKU/s400/concert%2B5%2Bfinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 11. Scene 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT. At the concert hall where the get-away has been planned . Uncle Max has lined up the children on stage. Orders from the highest echelons notwithstanding , the program manager is not exactly happy at the prospect of having the von Trapp children sing again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MANAGER : " Look here , can we at least have fewer of them ? It's bad enough having to listen to an adult von Trapp ..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAX : " It's Captain von Trapp's arrangement. And you do know that no less a person than the Furher himself wants the Captain to sing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MANAGER : " Yes , i know. Still and all , i mean it's a nervous strain for someone such as I used as I am to agreeable chamber music . . . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAX : " Ah , &lt;em&gt;chamber &lt;/em&gt;music ! I'm sure , old chap , that the Furher will be able to arrange for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; - though i wouldn't bet on the 'agreeable' bit there. . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TUlkIk8YLMI/AAAAAAAAA2M/7EWvR5F7il0/s1600/concert+5+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 11. Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Concert hall. The von Trapp family performs &lt;/em&gt;Climb Every Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Climb every mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But do mind that toe !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow every blog for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The right boots to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Three of the children walk out offstage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climb every mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But mind every scream !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow every regimen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For calf-muscles like a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dream that will need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the protein you can give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And plenty of stupid exercise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For as long as you live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The other children go offstage , leaving the Captain and Maria on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climb every mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ford every stream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make sure you can swim first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or it'd all be a bad,bad dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dream that will breed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the hydrophobia it can give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a marked disinclination to bathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For as long as you live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maria goes offstage , leaving only the Captain on stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TUli087C-zI/AAAAAAAAA2E/yti_cC17RU4/s1600/concert+5+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can climb every mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i must go check on the wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can follow me on Twitter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day of your silly life. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Captain goes off stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 11. Scene 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT. The concert hall. The Nazi generals in the audience are with Max.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERAL 1 : " &lt;em&gt;Himmel &lt;/em&gt;, and to think we forced him to sing !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G2 : " &lt;em&gt;Ja &lt;/em&gt;! The things we subject ourselves to . . . . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G3 : " Where have they  disappeared one by one like that...?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G4 : " &lt;em&gt;Ja&lt;/em&gt; , they haven't run away Detweiler , have they ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAX : " Oh no , that was just part of the act. They're backstage"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G5 : " And what is zis blog ? And zis Twitter he said to follow him on ? Is it like some closed circuit TV ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAX : " Not really. On the contrary , it's very open. You see General , it's a bit like this : with CCTV you are trying to watch somebody who is usually trying to hide. With Twitter or blogs , it's somebody trying to be watched while you're usually trying to hide."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G1 : " Zat's very clever. You are a smart man , Detweiler."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAX : " But i still get only three scenes in this movie. And these were my last words"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G1 : " How right you are , Detweiler... ! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---- &lt;em&gt;G1 takes out a gun and shoots Max Detweiler dead&lt;/em&gt; ----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERALS 2-5 (shocked) " Vat ! &lt;em&gt;Gott in Himmel&lt;/em&gt; ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G1 : " This &lt;em&gt;schwein&lt;/em&gt; fooled us ! The von Trapps have escaped !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G2-5 (shocked) : " Vat ! &lt;em&gt;Gott in Himmel&lt;/em&gt; ! How do you know ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G1 : " Because Captain von Trapp has tweeted about it. Look !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waves his iPhone at them and shows them the tweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G2-5 (shocked) " Vat ! &lt;em&gt;Gott in Himmel&lt;/em&gt; ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(To be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#7727336678644237080"&gt;Act 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2841974145347735775?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2841974145347735775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2841974145347735775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2841974145347735775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2841974145347735775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#2841974145347735775' title='The Sound Of Music - 11'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TUllTUj-MDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OZL2JoDDdKU/s72-c/concert%2B5%2Bfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-7727336678644237080</id><published>2011-02-01T14:50:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:54:37.822+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TUfmNlw41DI/AAAAAAAAA14/ETJkQtnBEwg/s1600/trip+preparation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568672585416758322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TUfmNlw41DI/AAAAAAAAA14/ETJkQtnBEwg/s400/trip%2Bpreparation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(To be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#6851708433324974583"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Act 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-7727336678644237080?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7727336678644237080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=7727336678644237080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7727336678644237080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7727336678644237080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#7727336678644237080' title='The Sound Of Music - 10'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TUfmNlw41DI/AAAAAAAAA14/ETJkQtnBEwg/s72-c/trip%2Bpreparation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-6851708433324974583</id><published>2011-01-11T13:28:00.014+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:14:27.484+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climb Every Mountain'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TSwjgRuLFyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vm6OVSctQ-8/s1600/SOM+9+FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560858677315573538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TSwjgRuLFyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vm6OVSctQ-8/s400/SOM%2B9%2BFINAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Act 9. Scene 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT The von Trapp mansion. The Nazi generals pay a visit to the Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERAL 1 : “Captain, please reconsider your decision.”&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL 2 : “ We want you singing again. Herr Furher wants it.”&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN &lt;em&gt;(pleased)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Ah ! A fan is he ? Good ! He can visit my website for a chance to win an autographed picture.” &lt;em&gt;(then remembers himself – continues a trifle wistfully)&lt;/em&gt; “ No , but my decision is final. No more singing , gentlemen”&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL 3 : “ In that case Captain , please visit our offices for a chance to man our check posts 24/7 and hand out cards , chocolates and roses to everyone.”&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN &lt;em&gt;(wincing) &lt;/em&gt;: “ Chocolates ? And roses ? Er , what colour ?”&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL 3 : “Red”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Captain von Trapp throws up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERAL 4 : “ And of course you will go through some rather thorny training before that”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cracks his knuckles menacingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAPTAIN : “ Are you threatening me , gentlemen ? Remember I have served my country with distinction”&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL 5 : “ Now please serve us some coffee with haste”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 9. Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT The von Trapp mansion. That same evening. The Captain and Maria take stock of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MARIA : “ We must get out of here. It’s too unsafe”&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN : “ Yes I suppose so. Although my heart bleeds at the thought of leaving my dear homeland.”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA &lt;em&gt;(eyes a stain on his shirt)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Gosh ! is that blood ?”&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN &lt;em&gt;(sheepishly)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Er no , not really. Um , it's a spot of coffee actually. They didn’t like what i had served . . .”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “And socking it right back is obviously not your cup of tea” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CAPTAIN : " One has to swallow one's pride sometimes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MARIA &lt;em&gt;(secret aside)&lt;/em&gt; : " To think i've swallowed so much more . . . Oh , i can't wait to spit out this wimp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 9. Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT The von Trapp mansion. Later the same evening. Captain and Maria are conferring with Max Detweiler ("Uncle Max" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;MAX: “ Finally ! How many scenes do I have ?”&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN : “ One. Possibly two at most”&lt;br /&gt;MAX : “ Can’t you make it an uneven three ?”&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN : “ No way”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ Now look guys , can we cut to the chase please !&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN : “ Let's not even have one. Relying on you,Max ”&lt;br /&gt;MAX : “ No worries , old chap. I’ve read the script . I have a concert all lined up for you. So after you perform and allay their fears , we keep them occupied with the rest of the show . That’s when you make a quick escape”&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN : “ Oh good , I can sing again” &lt;em&gt;(adds hastily)&lt;/em&gt; “ Not for my own sake of course. Only to fool the generals , dear”&lt;br /&gt;MAX : “ So what song do you intend to perform ? ”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ I thought &lt;em&gt;Climb Every Mountain&lt;/em&gt; perhaps…? ”&lt;br /&gt;MAX : “ Hmm. Yeesss…. you’ll have to climb a few. Wear sensible shoes and do stock up on some food.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;( To be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8829190437136076337"&gt;Act 8 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-6851708433324974583?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6851708433324974583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=6851708433324974583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6851708433324974583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6851708433324974583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#6851708433324974583' title='The Sound Of Music - 9'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TSwjgRuLFyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vm6OVSctQ-8/s72-c/SOM%2B9%2BFINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8829190437136076337</id><published>2010-12-27T11:16:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:28:47.021+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All You Need Is Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1980&apos;s pop'/><title type='text'>The Sound of Music - 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TRi-TaGrFBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/xC5SNTX0h38/s1600/FBzuckerberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555399380995609618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TRi-TaGrFBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/xC5SNTX0h38/s400/FBzuckerberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 8. Scene 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT. Nazi military headquarters. Much agitation as von Trapp's let down is discovered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GENERAL 1 : " &lt;em&gt;Gott in himmel&lt;/em&gt; ! Have you seen von Trapp's Facebook status update ? It says he's decided to stop singing. And he's got a 'Like' on it too " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERAL 2 : " We can't allow status quo on that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERAL 3 : " &lt;em&gt;Ja&lt;/em&gt; , and it's on his Twitter too "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERAL 4 : " &lt;em&gt;Himmel&lt;/em&gt; ! In 140 characters ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GENERAL 5 (&lt;em&gt;Aside)&lt;/em&gt; : " So long as none are from &lt;em&gt;The Sound Of Music&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G3 : "140 characters ? I think it shows &lt;em&gt;zero &lt;/em&gt;character"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G1 : " And why has he made this decision ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G2 : " He says it's love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G1 : " Love ? Is this love ? I want to know what love is"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G3 : " What's love got to do with it ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G4 : " Ha ! That was a second hand emotion , General"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G3 : " We change his mind for him then ! After all , we &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; the world ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G5 (&lt;em&gt;Aside&lt;/em&gt;) : " &lt;em&gt;Mein Gott&lt;/em&gt; , this is really getting on my nerves. First that silly movie and now these 1980's pop culture allusions . . . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G1 :" I agree ! That's vat ve do ! We tell him to either comply or else beat it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G5 winces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All now rise and sing&lt;/em&gt; The Beatles' All You Need Is Love&lt;em&gt; - sort of, anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" There's nothing he'd do even though it can be done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing he'd sing even though it can be sung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing he'd say , he thinks he's learnt to play the game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All he needs is love , (He thinks) All he needs is love , (He says) All he needs is love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love ! Love is all he needs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's nothing he can refuse that we say can't be refused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the time we're through with him , none of his bones could ever be reused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nowhere he can be but wherever the hell we want him to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All he needs is a shove, (All together now) All he needs is a shove , (Everybody !)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All he needs is a shove. A shove ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A shove is all he needs !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(To be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#4489171809008281461"&gt;Act 7 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8829190437136076337?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8829190437136076337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8829190437136076337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8829190437136076337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8829190437136076337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8829190437136076337' title='The Sound of Music - 8'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TRi-TaGrFBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/xC5SNTX0h38/s72-c/FBzuckerberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-4489171809008281461</id><published>2010-12-20T16:27:00.015+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:54:30.507+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Good'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQ9Ly85Q2GI/AAAAAAAAA1I/EijvgW5K4CQ/s1600/SomethingGood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552740204282959970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQ9Ly85Q2GI/AAAAAAAAA1I/EijvgW5K4CQ/s320/SomethingGood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Act 7. Scene 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Houston ! We have a &lt;em&gt;situation&lt;/em&gt; ! Because even as the Party have decided that Captain von Trapp must sing the world into Utopia , the good captain himself has taken the momentous decision to abandon singing for the sake of his great love for wild-chick Maria. We find the two of them in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXT. Summer pavilion in the von Trapp premises. (Yes , again. This is a low budget remake)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAPTAIN : " How i love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARIA : "Shakespeare ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAPTAIN : " No , my own words."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARIA : " Hmm, i thought so..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sees that the Captain looks hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARIA (&lt;em&gt;speaks kindly&lt;/em&gt;) : " Come on Captain ! Let's sing a duet together. It's alright. One more song can't harm anybody."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAPTAIN (&lt;em&gt;cheers up&lt;/em&gt;) : " Yes , it can be my swan song"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARIA (&lt;em&gt;mutters under her breath&lt;/em&gt;) : " Sounds about apt for a lame duck"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They duet to&lt;/em&gt; Something Good&lt;em&gt; , standing there in the soft blue late evening light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yes , again , low budget , etc)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps i had a wicked childhood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps i had a tripped out youth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But whenever weed or speed wouldn't last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was always a heroin moment to shoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here you are now, standing there, nearly not boring me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether or not you should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So somewhere in my youth or childhood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must have done something good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing comes from your singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing ever could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So whatever was in my youth or childhood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've now done something good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've stopped your singing , dude !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;For here you are , standing there , laughing at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether or not you should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So whatever was in my youth or childhood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have now done something good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've stopped your singing , dude !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria &amp;amp; The Captain :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing comes from singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing ever could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So whatever was my youth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or childhood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sure have done something . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria &amp;amp; The Captain :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something good !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've stopped singing , which is good !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes , you've stopped singing , dude !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(To be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#6204948573253986343"&gt;Act 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-4489171809008281461?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4489171809008281461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=4489171809008281461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4489171809008281461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4489171809008281461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#4489171809008281461' title='The Sound Of Music - 7'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQ9Ly85Q2GI/AAAAAAAAA1I/EijvgW5K4CQ/s72-c/SomethingGood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-6204948573253986343</id><published>2010-12-19T12:46:00.018+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:58:06.259+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adolf Hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQ3G7iFfGNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/SlnWR6e9nu0/s1600/Furher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552312641682086098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQ3G7iFfGNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/SlnWR6e9nu0/s320/Furher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Act 6. Scene 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nazi party headquarters in the newly captured Vienna. High powered conference on. The generals hold animated policy discussions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 1 : This &lt;em&gt;Anshluss&lt;/em&gt; is Herr Furher's gift to the Fatherland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 2 : My own father would have preferred beer .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 3 : We'll shower our people and all of humanity with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 4 : We'll gift chocolates and Danke cards to all in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 5 : Our checkposts will hand out red roses with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 1 : But &lt;em&gt;achtung&lt;/em&gt; ! What of the environment ? And global warming ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 2 : And what of poverty ,malnutrition and disease in the Third World ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 3 : &lt;em&gt;Ja &lt;/em&gt;! Herr Furher is worrying himself sick over those issues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 4: We must solve them !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 5 : And soon ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All : But how ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They all stand up and sing solemnly , in realisation of the fact that they are hopelessly clueless on the technical apects of these problems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you solve the problem of malaria ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you treat a crowd when they're trodden so down ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you heal malnourished victims of diarrhea ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a whaddyacallit ? A whatchyamightcallit ? A noun . . . ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you solve the problem of global warming ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you catch carbon emissions and pin them down ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you find a word that means organic farming ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a dictionary ! A dictionary ! A good dictionary in town !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then silence again - until inspiration strikes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 1 : I know how ! We put Captain von Trapp in charge ! He will vanquish pollution and poverty with a blitzkrieg of song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 2 : He'll sing sweetly to the poor and the sick until they are healed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 3 : Yes , after all "if music be the food of love , play on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 4 : Eh ? What ? What ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 3 : That was Shakespeare .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 4 : Oh i see . Did they starve him in Auschwitz ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 3 : Not sure - but we need the sound of music around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 5 (&lt;em&gt;slight dismay&lt;/em&gt;) : &lt;em&gt;The Sound Of Music&lt;/em&gt; ? But the &lt;em&gt;fraulein&lt;/em&gt; dragged me along to watch it last year and i hated the movie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 2 : Who cares about that !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All : &lt;em&gt;Ja&lt;/em&gt;, who cares ! General von Trapp it is - so finally , we have found some use for his infernal singing and for his flowery verse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General 5 (&lt;em&gt;Secret Aside&lt;/em&gt;) : &lt;em&gt;Mein Gott&lt;/em&gt; ! it couldn't get verse than ze Sound Of Music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#5998274548963604801"&gt;Act 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-6204948573253986343?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6204948573253986343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=6204948573253986343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6204948573253986343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6204948573253986343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#6204948573253986343' title='The Sound Of Music - 6'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQ3G7iFfGNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/SlnWR6e9nu0/s72-c/Furher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-5998274548963604801</id><published>2010-12-15T14:10:00.014+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:19:53.441+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favourite Things'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQibMmZo7vI/AAAAAAAAA04/YhkidMJyHr4/s1600/SOM+-+16,17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550857181502959346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQibMmZo7vI/AAAAAAAAA04/YhkidMJyHr4/s320/SOM%2B-%2B16%252C17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 5. Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXT. Summer pavilion in the von Trapp premises. There in lush blue late evening light , we find Liesl and Rolf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ROLF : " I am 17 , going on 18 . . . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LIESL : " Darling ! But age has nothing to do with true love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ROLF : " I was talking about the number of people I am helping to send to the concentration camps this month. And now shall we get down to business ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 5. Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT. Inside Maria's bedroom in the von Trapp mansion. A drenched-to-the-bone Liesl sneaks in through the window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MARIA (&lt;em&gt;startled)&lt;/em&gt; : " What ! What the hell is all this ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LIESL : " Oh , i was meeting my boyfriend. Rolf ? I think you know him .. . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MARIA : " I couldn't care less who you were meeting. All I care about right now is that you dry yourself , change and mop my floor. And , like , now ! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LIESL (&lt;em&gt;mutters under her breath&lt;/em&gt;) : " Bitch !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comes back changed.Proceeds to mop the place. Sullen and resentful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LIESL : " You're such a bitter old person. Is there anything you like at all ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MARIA : " I like a lot of things , you know, like . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LIESL (&lt;em&gt;cuts her off&lt;/em&gt;) : " Hey Sis ! No one wants to know , OK ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MARIA : "Oh but i'll sing it off anyway as its such a swell old hit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Launches into "&lt;/em&gt;My Favourite Things&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acid drops in high doses and whisky for a pittance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright Ecstacy pills and a good Coke remittance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wild techno parties that fly with the moon on their wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cream coloured Tony-ies and crisp toy boy poodles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dark skinned tattoo artists drawing naughty doodles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cool flirty evenings and hot one-night flings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls in thin dresses flaunting their whiplashes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountains of money and million dollar bashes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;100 Carat diamonds that melt into rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a bad trip bites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When von Trapp sings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm feeling sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I simply remember my favourite things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I dont feel so bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;END OF ACT 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1278518967996516370"&gt;Act 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-5998274548963604801?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5998274548963604801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=5998274548963604801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5998274548963604801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5998274548963604801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#5998274548963604801' title='The Sound Of Music - 5'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TQibMmZo7vI/AAAAAAAAA04/YhkidMJyHr4/s72-c/SOM%2B-%2B16%252C17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-1278518967996516370</id><published>2010-09-30T20:18:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:31:39.786+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So Long Farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lonely Goatherd'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKS4quj9mRI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TNonJBFo3ig/s1600/The_Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522742087255955730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKS4quj9mRI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TNonJBFo3ig/s400/The_Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 4. Scene 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT.  The  von Trapp residence . Captain von Trapp has thrown a party. The children have been performing   non-stop. Highlights include&lt;/em&gt; The Lonely Goatherd &lt;em&gt;puppet show.  The guests , already no fans of the von Trapps’ penchant for song and singing , look quite apprehensive , esp. as there has been no sign of any refreshments&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;GUEST 1   : “  I think it’s about time those kids went to bed”&lt;br /&gt;G1’s WIFE &lt;em&gt;(embarrassed)&lt;/em&gt;  : “ Helmut ! Er , Captain , he meant the children must be tired . .It is quite late.”&lt;br /&gt;GUEST 2: “ I say , how about turning off the music  and turning on some grub ?”&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 4. Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT.  Same party. Maria runs into the Captain’s ex- fiancée , the Baroness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ I didn’t think I’d find you here after your break up.”&lt;br /&gt;BARONESS  : “Thank heavens for that break up ! Another song and my heels would have died from the sound of music  ”  &lt;em&gt;(Eyes her sharply)&lt;/em&gt; “I imagine you are quite keen on him though  . . .”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ Not really - but he could get me to Ibiza I suppose. Oh, I don’t know , It’s all so  confusing”&lt;br /&gt;BARONESS : “ Have a snort, that should clear your head”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ Can you give me some ?”&lt;br /&gt;BARONESS : “ Absolutely not ! Are you crazy ? Go bum somewhere else”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 4. Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT.  Same party. Maria dances with the Captain. There’s a definite romantic tension in there as they dance close , looking deep  into each other’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN &lt;em&gt;(sings softly&lt;/em&gt;)  : “Maria , Maria ….”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA  : “ Look Captain , if there is to be any possibility between us , you MUST stop singing.”&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN (surprised , but recovers) : “ And then you’ll be mine …?”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ If you take me to Ibiza…”&lt;br /&gt;GUEST 2 &lt;em&gt;(butts into the frame)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Er ,  about that grub , if it’s not going to be ready soon  , we shall be off then . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 4. Scene 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT.  Same party. The children are finally about to end their performance. They sing&lt;/em&gt; SO LONG FAREWELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHILDREN singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So Long Farewell , I  Hate To Say Adieu&lt;br /&gt;To you , and you , and you and you and you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.............................................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye , goodbye , goodbye”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;GUEST 3 : “ Goodbye ? Good riddance is more like it !”&lt;br /&gt;GUEST 4 : “ Well , we don’t hate to say it at all : adieu. And no further ado please”&lt;br /&gt;GUEST 5: “ Yeah , what a miserable do . . .”&lt;br /&gt;GUEST 6 : “ &lt;em&gt;Mein Gott&lt;/em&gt; ! Enough already. I’d climb every mountain to get away from here”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          END OF ACT 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7123212549398556529"&gt;Act 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-1278518967996516370?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1278518967996516370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=1278518967996516370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1278518967996516370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1278518967996516370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1278518967996516370' title='The Sound Of Music - 4'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKS4quj9mRI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TNonJBFo3ig/s72-c/The_Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-7123212549398556529</id><published>2010-09-28T21:28:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:25:08.377+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sund Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edelweiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKJOq5a4uhI/AAAAAAAAAz8/iwe8uSpbrww/s1600/Do_Re_Me_REV+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522062591984712210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKJOq5a4uhI/AAAAAAAAAz8/iwe8uSpbrww/s400/Do_Re_Me_REV+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 3. Scene 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXT. Some time later. Maria has kind of settled in with the von Trapps now. We come in to a picturesque Alpine meadow where Maria has taken the children out for a picnic. She has just taught them Do-Re-Me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ Now kids , you need to go beyond Doe A Deer. Can you tell me what a male deer is called ?”&lt;br /&gt;KID 1 &lt;em&gt;(uncertainly)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Father …? He is a dear . ”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA &lt;em&gt;(mutters)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Don’t bet on it” ; &lt;em&gt;(aloud)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Buck ! A male deer is a buck .”&lt;br /&gt;KID 2 : “ And what’s Me ?”&lt;br /&gt;MARIA &lt;em&gt;(mutters under gritted teeth)&lt;/em&gt; : “ God give me patience”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 3. Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INT. Library of the von Trapps villa later that evening. The light from the fireplace lends a soft romantic glow to the scene. Captain von Trapp is sitting there absent mindedly strumming his guitar and humming a tune. MARIA walks in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ Good evening , Captain. I hope you’ve had a pleasant day. I took the children out for a picnic this morning . Taught them a song. It was a fine outing ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN&lt;em&gt; (distractedly)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Good. Good . . . ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : “ What’s the matter Captain von Trapp ? Don’t you feel well ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN &lt;em&gt;(after a pause)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Well , for starters Hollywood has typecast me in this mould , so I can’t seem to get any new roles. For another , it appears Herr Furher hates my music and his people are out to get me. And finally , my fiancée the Baroness has left me. She said she couldn’t stand my singing any more . Said she especially hated &lt;em&gt;Edelweiss&lt;/em&gt;. Said she thought me sissy for singing it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA &lt;em&gt;(suppressing a giggle)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Oh dear , why do you persist with singing it then Captain ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN : “ I am addicted to it. My therapist says its Obsessive – Compulsive something "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA looks set to leave the room , then apparently has an afterthought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA&lt;em&gt; (sheepishly)&lt;/em&gt; : “ Er , by the way , Captain ? This morning , I had to teach the children not only a song but also word-meanings. That will be three hours of extra wages of course”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria walks out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We exit with the Captain singing &lt;/em&gt;Edelweiss&lt;em&gt; to his guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" 'Edelweiss' , 'Edelweiss'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every morning you greet me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small and light, mushy and trite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How'd ya make it to Top Twenty ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blossom of snow , well may you bloom and grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But outgrow this flick i seem to never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Edelweiss' , ' Edelweiss'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blast this darned song forever !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;END OF ACT 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#2701854541084504389"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Act 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-7123212549398556529?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7123212549398556529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=7123212549398556529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7123212549398556529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7123212549398556529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7123212549398556529' title='The Sound Of Music - 3'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKJOq5a4uhI/AAAAAAAAAz8/iwe8uSpbrww/s72-c/Do_Re_Me_REV+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2701854541084504389</id><published>2010-09-27T13:27:00.020+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:42:55.656+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Have Confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music Original Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKBk3YbBedI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-NQQjYTjPpc/s1600/The+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521524045767604690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKBk3YbBedI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-NQQjYTjPpc/s400/The+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 2. Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKBkHHzSMNI/AAAAAAAAAzk/KUacIwQ8o2k/s1600/SOM+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EXT. The von Trapp villa.Maria has just arrived inside the gates. She is smoking a cigarette while walking down the drive. She surveys the place. Doesn't look impressed. Reaches the door , stubs out her cigarette on the ground and rings the bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUTLER : " Hello ! You look familiar". (&lt;em&gt;Examines her&lt;/em&gt;) "I think I've seen you in the movies.Aren't you the girl from &lt;em&gt;Sound Of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Music&lt;/em&gt; ?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA (&lt;em&gt;ignores him&lt;/em&gt;) : " Is the Captain in ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUTLER (&lt;em&gt;ignores her&lt;/em&gt;) : " Why , yes you are ! Look, couldn't you have kept the singing down in that movie ? We're already upto our necks with that sort of thing living with the von Trapps"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA (&lt;em&gt;disdainfully&lt;/em&gt;) : " The Captain , my good man !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUTLER : " Go try your luck , lady. He is in the parlour with the children. (&lt;em&gt;winces)&lt;/em&gt; Singing as usual,the lot of them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Act 2. Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;INT. The von Trapp parlour. Captain von Trapp and his children are happily and completely engrossed in their singing . Electronica-hardened , wild party chick Maria does not look too amused with  these scenes of cosy domestic harmony. Then finally ,  and at long last , the Captain notices her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAPTAIN (&lt;em&gt;in singsong)&lt;/em&gt; : " Ah ! You must be Mariaaaa , from the Abbeyyyyy . . .welcooome !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA (&lt;em&gt;coolly&lt;/em&gt;) : " Thank you , Captain von Trapp . But i wish you didn't sing at me. Why this obsession with music ?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAPTAIN (&lt;em&gt;draws himself up&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;solemn&lt;/em&gt;) : " The man that hath no music in himself , Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds , Is fit for treasons , stratagems and spoils."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA : " What the hell was that ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAPTAIN : " Shakespeare"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA : " Well , it doesn't shake me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abruptly turns around to face the camera and bursts into " I HAVE CONFIDENCE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA sings :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" What will this day be like I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What will my future be I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It would be so exciting to be out in Ibiza, to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart should be wildly rejoicing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, here I am , all at sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always longed for adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To do the things I've never dared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But this is such a stupid venture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s why am I so scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A captain with seven children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What’s more loathsome than that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But let them bring on all their damn music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They’ll see I’m their Grand Czaritsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have confidence that I’m gonna hit Ibiza&lt;br /&gt;I'll make them see I have confidence in me "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;END OF ACT 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8061016465491059050"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2701854541084504389?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2701854541084504389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2701854541084504389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2701854541084504389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2701854541084504389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#2701854541084504389' title='The Sound Of Music - 2'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TKBk3YbBedI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-NQQjYTjPpc/s72-c/The+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8061016465491059050</id><published>2010-09-21T23:57:00.017+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:34:22.060+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sound Of Music'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TJkTew5klaI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ZlsFLSx5F2Q/s1600/Maria+Nun+1+blog.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519464237562631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TJkTew5klaI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ZlsFLSx5F2Q/s400/Maria+Nun+1+blog.png.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 1. Scene 1.&lt;/strong&gt; Background song : "The hills are alive with the sound of music . . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA (&lt;em&gt;Sullen&lt;/em&gt;): " The hell they are . . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 1. Scene 2.&lt;/strong&gt; The nuns confer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NUNS (&lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;) : " How do you solve the problem of Maria ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SENIOR NUN &lt;em&gt;brandishes a whip&lt;/em&gt; : " Now this is one solution" (&lt;em&gt;licks her lips&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MOTHER SUPERIOR (sharply) : " Now , now , none of that please ! The Holy See will not have it. We already have a lot of bad press with that sort of thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MS &lt;em&gt;suddenly smiles&lt;/em&gt; : " Hmmm, i have an idea . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 1. Scene 3.&lt;/strong&gt; Maria with Mother Superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MS : " My dear child , have you much religious belief ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA : " Are you kidding me ? I have nun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MS : " Then go forth into the world , my child , into the home of Captain von Trapp and help him with his seven children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA : " Seven ! Why , the  old goat ! However shall i manage it ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MS : " Language, Maria ! You will do just fine, don't you worry. The only slight difficulty might be that the Captain and his children are always singing. They are excessively addicted to song , especially Captain von Trapp. If you heard that soundtrack in the background a while ago , that was them at it again. You simply must get around that and teach them more practical things and of course the ways of the Lord"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIA : " Hmm , so that's why &lt;em&gt;The Sound Of Music&lt;/em&gt;. Oh alright then , i'll go there ; though i doubt i'd be much use really"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MS : " It'd be a job well done even if you can just get them to keep their von Trapps shut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;END OF ACT 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8061016465491059050?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8061016465491059050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8061016465491059050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8061016465491059050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8061016465491059050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8061016465491059050' title='The Sound Of Music - 1'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/TJkTew5klaI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ZlsFLSx5F2Q/s72-c/Maria+Nun+1+blog.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-3173512439423394756</id><published>2010-09-06T12:03:00.037+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:05:53.682+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery Channel gunman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James J. Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenpeace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes'/><title type='text'>The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes – 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This reminds me of that fateful encounter with Prof. Moriarty", said Holmes staring vacantly at his iPad. It was a cold and gloomy morning and we had just concluded breakfast at our 221 B Baker Street lodgings. What had induced this comment was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/09/01/maryland.discovery.channel/index.html?iref=allsearch#fbid=4O09CFG4Wjb&amp;amp;wom=false"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;singular case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of the environment-fanatic who had caused much bloody turmoil within the premises of Discovery Channel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Yes Watson , the more i think about it ", continued Holmes " the more it . . . " . He let the sentence trail off the better apparently to pursue his own train of thought. He pushed the iPad aside, lit his pipe , closed his eyes - in short , exhibited all the signs of being immersed in deep contemplation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew better. This remarkable - if recently wasted - man had taken to availing himself of rather more than the proverbial forty winks of slumber after Mrs Hudson's excellent ham , eggs and bacon each morning. I suspect the quantities of cocaine he consumed besides , unencumbered now by not having to aid the process of solving some of the most complex detective cases ever presented to man, did not much to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Up , Holmes !" , i cried. For such laxity in matters of personal habit went against the very grain of both my personal belief and professional practice . Besides I had another , more selfish motive. Namely, to gather at last the missing threads that would bind that singular story pertaining to the end of Professor Moriarty's vile career such as Holmes had caused it into a seamless whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such readers as may be advanced enough of years may remember the case which had caused such a public sensation that year. Professor Moriarty - Environment extremist , founder of Greenwar and as dark a black hearted villain as ever existed upon the face of this earth - had finally met his comeuppance at the altar of my friend Holmes' brilliance . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moriarty had been promulgating a radical agenda pertaining to issues of the Environment , Sustainability and Non-Fossil Fuels- based Renewable Energy through his infamous Greenwar organisation. Most of his demands were of a singularly peculiar nature . To expatiate but a mere handful which springs readily to the mind , these included organic laptops, web browsers entirely green of colour , a blue whale as prime minister presiding over a cabinet comprising assorted fauna from the Amazonian rainforest , SUV's made of palm leaves and helicopters constructed from compost. He and his notorious organisation had wrought incalculable harm upon the civilized world with their many terror campaigns across it, all conducted under the cloak of anonymity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Holmes by dint of deduction remarkable even by his exacting standards of those days traced Moriarty's whereabouts to a cybercafe in Cairo whence after the course of many a harrowing cat-and-mouse battle , the theatre of their war finally shifted to a climax in the Sahara desert. There - deep in the unforgiving desert , amidst the dire dunes ,witnessed by nary a living soul let alone live television - Holmes overpowerd the wretch into mortal submission in a legendary encounter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it was to be a legend that only the outlines were known of. Nobody ever received even partial possession of the details. Neither Scotland Yard nor I , his closest friend and confidant, knew them. I perceived this now to be an opportunity to be seized of the facts such as they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Come , come ! It hardly befits a person of your standing to succumb to the temptations of indolence so early in the morning. Up Holmes and pray elaborate , sir , on what ensued in your final encounter with Moriarty. For it is about time the facts emerged from the murky depths of conjecture and up to the clear surface of truth !" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That Holmes awoke from his sedated reverie only after a prolonged interval of time bears but no labouring upon. Nor shall I elaborate upon the considerable quantum of effort i had to expend towards that end. I am sympathetic , dear reader, to the demands our Twitter updates places upon our time. Suffice it to say that I managed at last to produce some semblance of response from Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Moriarty lured me to an especially confounded area of the desert" , said Holmes. " I was thirsty , Watson , with such thirst as only the unforgiving desert sun can bring on in man. And having drunk to the last drop what remained in my water bottle , I was in much trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"My good Watson , you have always been kind enough to attribute the faculty of deductive reasoning to my undeserving person. I can not of course deny that Providence has indeed bestowed me with a modicum of this ability. And it is to these deductive powers that I turned now . I reasoned that the clump of coconut trees placed there could well be a source of the precious life saving fluid I was so severely in want of. So i took swift aim with my Colt revolver and fired lustily at them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"But what astoundingly clever thinking , my dear fellow !" I ejaculated , marvelling again at his genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The emotion in Holmes' reply startled me. " It was a mirage , Watson, a mirage !" he cried " In reality there was not an inch of green in those infernal sands. To make matters worse , i had exhausted the last of my revolver bullets . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then the hellhound accosted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moriarty was armed to the teeth with both gun and grenade. And there I was dehydrated and de-armed. It looked like the end was nigh , Watson - I was to be exterminated by a viper and a vermin then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I abjured my pride , sir , and pleaded with him to spare me. I pointed out that I too was a part of the planet he so wanted to save. I especially stressed upon my support for his position on global warming. (And what more appropriate a context in which to do so , I said). I swore to reduce my carbon footprint. I gave him my word that I'd switch to recycled products. I promised to be on more friendly terms with whales and dolphins. I professed my love for the endangered tiger. I expressed my deep sympathies with the extinct emu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All to no avail , Watson. The fiend was determined to finish me. He fired at me . Luckily , he missed. It is my considered advice now to those set upon going green with their guns to reconsider the use of recycled bullets. Then , he hurled a grenade at me. Again , it did not go off. Why ? My dear Watson , but it was solar powered and - as devices based on unentrenched technology often will - it malfunctioned. So there we were at last , both evenly unarmed. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ah , so you overpowered him in direct body combat !" , i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holmes appeared evasive: " Not precisely Watson , not precisely." He hesitated for a moment. "Truth be told Watson , I took to my heels and fled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" What !" , i cried. I was stung by this revelation. Had we all got it wrong then ? " How did he die then , Holmes ? Out with it man ! Tell me for the sake of all that is honourable in this world !" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holmes replied uncertainly : " A cosmic force of nature accounted for him. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could brook no further nonsense. " Come come Holmes ! Arrive directly at the point , sir" , I snapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sheepish Holmes returned quietly : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He perished of sunstroke." Then he quickly added : " But I must emphasise the point ,Watson , that it took me but not two moments to deduce the cause of his death." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-3173512439423394756?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3173512439423394756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=3173512439423394756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3173512439423394756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3173512439423394756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#3173512439423394756' title='The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes – 7'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-7875923768932803690</id><published>2010-08-25T16:43:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:06:55.245+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expenses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car servicing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My neighbour Charlie'/><title type='text'>At Your Service , Sir ( - And Mine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/THUZa04PMFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-RlnAjV1JuA/s1600/unhappycustomer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509337667819483218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/THUZa04PMFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-RlnAjV1JuA/s320/unhappycustomer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My neighbour Charlie had just got back in from a car service appointment when i ran into him yesterday. "Gosh , these things are so expensive. I mean,heck, that was like paying rent." , said Charlie with much feeling. "I got that car free alright but now i'm more than making up with the service charges . Ought to be a law i tell you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The car was a prize he'd won at a ''guess-what's-inside-the-food hamper-and-win-a-car" competition. (Nobody else ever stood a chance did they) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I clucked my sympathies. " Well , no such thing as a free lunch after all and all that . . . " , i said by way of consolation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At which Charlie began to hurry home. Lunch hour was nigh. Now , inflation may well be making meat and potatoes dearer but rest assured it's nowhere as dear as they are to Charlie's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then , evidently struck by an afterthought , Charlie turned around abruptly. " You know , it's not just the money", he said, " It's the language. They don't even speak our language anymore. Like , when the bloke was reading out the job list , i don't believe he was speaking English...". I expressed the belated hope that said person didn't confine himself to , say , Aramaic or Latin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oblivious to my remark , a puzzled looking Charlie continued : " I mean , this is what he said : ' $$ , $$ $$$$ $$ : $ 230 $$ $$$$ , $ 41 $$$$$ , $$$$$$$ $$$$ $$ $ 422 , $ 490 $$ $$$$$$$ , $$$ $ 272 $$$ $$$$$$. $$ ! $$$ $$$ $$$ ? $$ $$$ ! $$$$ $$ $45 : $$$$'$ $$ $$ &lt;strong&gt;$1,500.&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-7875923768932803690?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7875923768932803690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=7875923768932803690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7875923768932803690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7875923768932803690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#7875923768932803690' title='At Your Service , Sir ( - And Mine)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/THUZa04PMFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-RlnAjV1JuA/s72-c/unhappycustomer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-4665274560397435654</id><published>2010-02-14T10:28:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:08:13.047+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hey Jude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My funny Valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>My funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was Valentine’s day. Valentine woke up with a smile on his face for he knew the day was his. And he got out from the right side of the bed. Which was good as there was a wall on the left side of the bed. Valentine brushed his teeth as he always did on this day. Valentine had a hearty breakfast and it was very good. Valentine set out for work but his boss called to say he could take the day off as it was his day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Valentine hung around doing nothing for a while. That was a bit boring but then Valentine had a call from a film producer who said he was going to make a movie called “My name is Valentine” and the lead role would go to him. To Valentine, that is, not the producer. It was Valentine’s day after all, not the producer’s ! The locality hooligan said at first that he’d ban it – the film that is ,not the locality , though the hooligan wouldn’t have minded banning the locality too– but then the hooligan changed his mind as it was Valentine’s day after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Valentine received several cards that said &lt;em&gt;Happy You Day&lt;/em&gt;. These Valentine replied with very gracious &lt;em&gt;Thank You And The Same To Me&lt;/em&gt; notes . Valentine made a few investments and they instantly produced very happy returns. All this made Valentine very happy. They’d have made you very happy too if only you’d taken a few investment tips from Valentine. Don’t you just wish you’d taken a few investment tips from Valentine ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All in all Valentine had a splendid day. At the end of it , Valentine penned down a couple of poems – on the occasion of Valentine’s day of course. They went like this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pledging My Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many are my jokes to have you all in stitches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vast is the treasure trove of all my riches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But sweet my love ! I shall give them all up for thee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the 31st day of February.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Tude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My very dear Gertrude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave you all my lovitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gave you very wide latitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the face you pull is longitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you mouth these platitudes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You show zero gratitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you give me attitude ?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now , don't you just wish you'd made a hasty exit right after those investment tips ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-4665274560397435654?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4665274560397435654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=4665274560397435654' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4665274560397435654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4665274560397435654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4665274560397435654' title='My funny Valentine'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-1599861845249802679</id><published>2010-02-05T21:51:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:58:26.900+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constant Craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subterranean Homesick Blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global Warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My neighbour Charlie'/><title type='text'>Constant Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S2xcGqIacdI/AAAAAAAAAww/aYtEMrjyOYE/s1600-h/global_warming_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434820119787893202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S2xcGqIacdI/AAAAAAAAAww/aYtEMrjyOYE/s320/global_warming_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Why must news channels be so jarringly loud all the time?” I said to my neighbor Charlie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This after a news station promo had shot out like a shrieking banshee from my rickety TV set when I switched it on , causing equal damage to both ear and equanimity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Ah, it’s the constant craving”, said Charlie. “Constant craving for audiences on the part of the media and for excitement on the part of the audiences. Keeping it loud works well for both. .”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charlie is so used to the Important-If-It’s-Loud scheme of things that he turns up the volume to max whenever there are no big news stories on. This apparently helps make believe that there are &lt;em&gt;terrifically&lt;/em&gt; big news stories on. Charlie has relented at times only upon Mrs. Charlie taking exception and that only at the fear of a lost plate of roast beef. (In Charlie’s newspaper , &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; would be a headline tragedy of epic proportion. Those familiar will know that Charlie and hot dinner are no frosty strangers.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now all this talk of sub-par news media ? I don’t buy that. On the contrary I think what we have at hand is very balanced news coverage. Take global warming. For three months they covered nothing else. And now all we hear about is how the half the world is all snowed in.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He’s a strange one , my neighbor Charlie , apt to blow hot and cold about things from time to time but with a guy like that ,you sure don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s towards loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-1599861845249802679?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1599861845249802679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=1599861845249802679' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1599861845249802679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1599861845249802679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1599861845249802679' title='Constant Craving'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S2xcGqIacdI/AAAAAAAAAww/aYtEMrjyOYE/s72-c/global_warming_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-4628687293651732072</id><published>2010-01-22T01:07:00.015+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:13:55.108+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business jargon'/><title type='text'>Bespokely,Holistically and Synergestically Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S10rrcMHC6I/AAAAAAAAAwg/2eACxNPxEhs/s1600-h/paradigm_shifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430544750980041634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S10rrcMHC6I/AAAAAAAAAwg/2eACxNPxEhs/s320/paradigm_shifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Martha , i spot synergies in our core affinities .we should leverage these going forward and arrive at a seamless integration. i bring a best of breed , customer-centric philosophy to the table. this bespoke solution is a win-win. pls advise ASAP.Regards.John."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"John , this is no low hanging fruit so pls manage expectations. Your proposition is not scalable. Declining is a strategic imperative. Mike is the only talent that gets any traction with me ; in fact i think he's quite cutting edge. i'm eyeing a possible M&amp;amp;A there. Best.Martha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Martha , your evaluation was not holistic and missed the big picture. i urge an out-of-the box approach. pls consider a paradigm shift. John."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"John , my analysis is robust.here's some value-added insight : it's a no. Martha."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Bitch !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Jerk ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-4628687293651732072?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4628687293651732072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=4628687293651732072' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4628687293651732072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4628687293651732072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4628687293651732072' title='Bespokely,Holistically and Synergestically Yours'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S10rrcMHC6I/AAAAAAAAAwg/2eACxNPxEhs/s72-c/paradigm_shifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-3344140372143929986</id><published>2010-01-10T14:37:00.018+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:55:13.113+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Economist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook viral campaign to raise breast cancer awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Any colour you like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My neighbour Charlie'/><title type='text'>Any colour you like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S0ssgOueEQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UQLACBHDBfE/s1600-h/CartoonP9998+PerformanceEvaluation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425479108318335234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S0ssgOueEQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UQLACBHDBfE/s320/CartoonP9998+PerformanceEvaluation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “White ! ” cried Charlie bubbly as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quick to point out my utter lack of interest in the colour of his vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That clearly deflated poor Charlie’s enthusiasm . “ It’s so unfair !”, said Charlie “ The colour thing women were onto on Facebook. What about us men , what about something similar for us , like raising awareness of , er,..oh,lung cancer, for Pete’s Sake ! ” . It could hardly have been for , say , Paulina’s sake. That's Charlie’s thing,consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to calm him down. Tweeting him an update or a joke usually does it and it did now. Charlie lightened up a bit. Gradually he let on what was really troubling him. He brandished a copy of The Economist . It had to do with &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/international/displaystory.cfm?story_id=15108662"&gt;personal hygiene in 17th century Europe&lt;/a&gt;. “The thing is” , said Charlie , face clouding over “the missus has had the same colour posted on her FB update over three days running now. I’ve questioned her about it but she’s in denial mode and just refuses to make a clean breast of things ”. And i know that Charlie - who loves his dinner as dearly as the next man, perhaps even a morsel more - has to keep things closer to his chest than he'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assured Charlie that worse things have been known to happen. Such as having sheep thrown at you while you were having a bad day at Mafia Wars. I thought I saw Charlie nod in agreement but of course it might only have been somebody giving him a poke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-3344140372143929986?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3344140372143929986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=3344140372143929986' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3344140372143929986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3344140372143929986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3344140372143929986' title='Any colour you like'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/S0ssgOueEQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UQLACBHDBfE/s72-c/CartoonP9998+PerformanceEvaluation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-5017116816636129864</id><published>2009-11-07T19:02:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:24:27.910+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FarmVille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Acres Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SvWMZguS0nI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WLUs057NyXk/s1600-h/FACEBOOK5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401377698009502322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SvWMZguS0nI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WLUs057NyXk/s200/FACEBOOK5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My neighbour Charlie wants Facebook banned. Turns out his wife first spent all her time talking to her plants at FarmVille - which meant cold take outs for dinner - and then tried watering them. Charlie has to buy a new laptop now. He is livid. I clucked my sympathies. Money didn't grow on trees after all, i offered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Money ?" says Charlie "It's not money , it's time. Shopping for a new laptop will eat into my Facebook time"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FarmVille is growing in spades. Sure , many don't dig it. They think it's a soil on their screens. Others bemoan the spawning of a generation of vegetables.As somebody put it , it's only food for nought. Irritation not irrigation is how somebody else summed it up. Mad Plough disease , another critic screamed. FarmVille has certainly produced fertile ground for such debates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the other side are the die hards merrily throwing sheep at those debates. Just harvest it , goes their POV , make hay while the power light shines. It may be a cash cow for the developers to milk , they say , but everybody gets their just desserts. After all , it's not everywhere that you can read what you sow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FarmVille is out of the barn now and into the highest echelons of both government and business decision making. Up next are parliamentary debates on FarmVille subsidies and suicide cases in developing countries with acute power shortages which prevent people from accessing FV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And a Silicon Valley start up is close to releasing a technology that enables users to convert power from their PC cables into water to irrigate their FarmVille acreage. The Venture Capital guys have already put the team pictures into their My Best Friends collage on Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All a bit too late in the day for Charlie of course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-5017116816636129864?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5017116816636129864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=5017116816636129864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5017116816636129864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5017116816636129864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5017116816636129864' title='Acres Wild'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SvWMZguS0nI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WLUs057NyXk/s72-c/FACEBOOK5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-967166497915553289</id><published>2009-10-23T13:21:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:50:53.912+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Heene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balloon Boy incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falcon Heene'/><title type='text'>15 minute minutes , or less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SuF8ZAggboI/AAAAAAAAAtk/EYB4w1bJq_Y/s1600-h/fame3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395730597641481858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SuF8ZAggboI/AAAAAAAAAtk/EYB4w1bJq_Y/s320/fame3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My neighbour Charlie came around this morning to say his five year old son Chris had accidentally got into a space shuttle that had taken off and was now in orbit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The TV folks are covering Mrs. Nelson's missing knitting needles right now,Charlie - and besides people're pretty much going off Reality TV ,you know.", I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh well, in that case , i'd better run along and get the little blighter off the attic. Goodness knows what a mess he must have made up there." , replied Charlie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He looked worried ; and well he would.Five year olds left to their own devices are not especially known for leaving any of them intact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-967166497915553289?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/967166497915553289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=967166497915553289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/967166497915553289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/967166497915553289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#967166497915553289' title='15 minute minutes , or less'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SuF8ZAggboI/AAAAAAAAAtk/EYB4w1bJq_Y/s72-c/fame3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-7673675597534939799</id><published>2009-10-10T14:35:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:16:47.084+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobel Peace Prize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy efficiency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobel Prize'/><title type='text'>A Nobel Green-Planet Thought (or -  Peaced Off ?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/StCXAQ5xhHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aX-d8BFmaZY/s1600-h/airblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390974784755565682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/StCXAQ5xhHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aX-d8BFmaZY/s320/airblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nikkelendime Airways believes using aircraft toilets is green-unfriendly and energy-inefficient. So it asks passengers to dispose of unfinished business at the airport before boarding. Things went a bit far yesterday - though flight NK 123 evidently didn't,mind - when said flight reversed direction midway to fly back to the departure airport because somebody wanted to go to the bathroom. Must have really pissed off the passengers -especially as the pilot then took an extra 30 minutes to update his FB status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile , my neighbour Charlie says he is aiming for a Nobel Prize. I asked him what his specialisation was. He's a Fortune Cookie whiz ,to be sure, but I wasn't aware that's a Nobel field yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'll be taking a shot at the Peace." he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contact your least popular news blog for advance autographs , shall be happy to oblige.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love - and, of course , peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-7673675597534939799?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7673675597534939799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=7673675597534939799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7673675597534939799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7673675597534939799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7673675597534939799' title='A Nobel Green-Planet Thought (or -  Peaced Off ?)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/StCXAQ5xhHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aX-d8BFmaZY/s72-c/airblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-1911982702674964390</id><published>2009-09-25T01:32:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T03:04:56.282+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Call Centre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adolf Hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customer Service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quentin Tarantino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inglourious Basterds'/><title type='text'>Inglourious Callcenterd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Srv5nVJCwUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/NfX9s20uPto/s1600-h/Sales_Cartoons_Call_Center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385172233536848194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Srv5nVJCwUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/NfX9s20uPto/s320/Sales_Cartoons_Call_Center.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This phone conversation happened a few months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ME : " Hello , I'd like to book an appointment with Dr. X for next Sunday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;LADY 1 : " Sir , would you like an afternoon or a morning slot ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ME : "Is afternoon available?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;LADY 1 : " No, sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then this a couple of days later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ME : "Um , I have an appointment with Dr.X for next Sunday......(etc) Can i reschedule it to Wednesday ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;LADY 2 : " Wednesday...OK sir. Would you like a morning or afternoon slot ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ME : " Afternoon'd be great. Is that available ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;LADY 2 : "No,sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obviously , customer is king , customer choice queen and reading out from your Customer Service training manual algorithm an absolute God. Sweet !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then this one happened today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ME : "Hello, I'd like to book two tickets for &lt;em&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/em&gt; , 9PM , at X "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;LADY 3 : ".......(details , etc)....Sir ,can i have your last name ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Five minutes getting that it in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;LADY 3 : "And your first name , sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ME : " Bhaskar. That's B-H-A-S..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;LADY 3 (cuts in) : " B-H-A-S-T-E-R-D , sir ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We covered the bit about reading out from the movie list  as being an absolute God ? Well, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he did need to sound a whole lot brighter for me to attribute anything more to it than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or at least so i hope !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stranger and more inglourious things can happen on a phone call than Herr Furher melting into his swastika in a cinema hall fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-1911982702674964390?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1911982702674964390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=1911982702674964390' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1911982702674964390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1911982702674964390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1911982702674964390' title='Inglourious Callcenterd'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Srv5nVJCwUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/NfX9s20uPto/s72-c/Sales_Cartoons_Call_Center.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-74494235638732310</id><published>2009-09-18T12:50:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:41:20.485+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s on your mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook status'/><title type='text'>Status Quo Vadis (or - What's On Your Mind ?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SrNxxi0I_uI/AAAAAAAAAtE/TIV0HqgRnNA/s1600-h/Twitter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382771075610902242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SrNxxi0I_uI/AAAAAAAAAtE/TIV0HqgRnNA/s320/Twitter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry , i can't write this post. As i have to go update my Facebook status to say i can't write this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-74494235638732310?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/74494235638732310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=74494235638732310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/74494235638732310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/74494235638732310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#74494235638732310' title='Status Quo Vadis (or - What&apos;s On Your Mind ?)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SrNxxi0I_uI/AAAAAAAAAtE/TIV0HqgRnNA/s72-c/Twitter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8150507620023704637</id><published>2009-09-14T23:39:00.010+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:37:41.314+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love minus Zero/ No Limit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Low scoring games'/><title type='text'>Love Minus Zero / No Limit  (When not on song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You've probably not heard of Ennuienthusiasts.That's a cutting edge- Sociology term for people who are so put out by the pace and excitement of our modern day life that they actively pursue boredom. It's a phenomenon that social scientists are uncovering across an entire gamut of activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its cricketing manifestation is radical. It started off at first with a marked preference for low scoring games . It has since evolved into a demand for &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; scoring games. The winner is whoever loses fewer wickets . For example :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Team A : 0/0 after 50 overs - &lt;em&gt;beat&lt;/em&gt; - Team B : 0/1 after 50 overs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ennuienthusiasts can't seem to get enough of sitting through an entire day of cricket watching no runs being scored off 100 overs . Things went into extremes last week at a club game when a bowler had the misfortune of bowling a no ball. Which caused a run to get scored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rioting almost ensued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost&lt;/em&gt; . But not quite , of course - as that would have meant excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS : as for the word "Ennuienthusiast", I wouldn't look it up in a dictionary. Not even a cutting edge -Sociology one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8150507620023704637?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8150507620023704637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8150507620023704637' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8150507620023704637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8150507620023704637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8150507620023704637' title='Love Minus Zero / No Limit  (When not on song)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-4368012808685854413</id><published>2009-07-02T11:38:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:56:18.039+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woodstock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Power'/><title type='text'>The Woodstock look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SkxmM6wuSgI/AAAAAAAAAss/-_ne4gZJyB0/s1600-h/Arrow+GN+July+2nd+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353766429154757122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SkxmM6wuSgI/AAAAAAAAAss/-_ne4gZJyB0/s400/Arrow+GN+July+2nd+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can almost see the lice crawling out , right ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-4368012808685854413?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4368012808685854413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=4368012808685854413' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4368012808685854413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4368012808685854413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4368012808685854413' title='The Woodstock look'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SkxmM6wuSgI/AAAAAAAAAss/-_ne4gZJyB0/s72-c/Arrow+GN+July+2nd+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-5465290746232647770</id><published>2009-05-29T20:06:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:18:24.457+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milan Kundera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspects Of The Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Of The Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ulysses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EM Forster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Joyce'/><title type='text'>Un-Ready Teddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At my age you'd rightly be expected to have encountered enough bouts of boredom to be able to stifle a yawn or two when another one comes along. You've been there , yawned that , got the T-shirt, come out this side of alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Children's books though are a whole other ballpark. When the wee beloved hauls across her latest favourite for you to read out while you're trying to take in a half decent show on TV you don't break out in spontaneous dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You notice  the sheer bulk of it. I mean &lt;em&gt;80 &lt;/em&gt;pages ? So you try opening it at page 65. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fat chance. Wee beloved wants it from the begining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which is &lt;em&gt;Goosey Gander&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;Georgie Porgie&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;Rock-A-Bye &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tom The Piper's Son&lt;/em&gt;. These followed by sustained endurance thereafter of &lt;em&gt;Teddy's Birthday Party&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;Teddy's Favourites&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;Teddy's ABC&lt;/em&gt; and a seven-page epic entitled &lt;em&gt;Teddy Goes Flying&lt;/em&gt; that has you feeling like you're on an especially turbulent flight you decide you've earned the right to skip a dozen or so pages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dream on Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And know that there's no missing &lt;em&gt;Uncle Sailor Bill&lt;/em&gt; . Nor anything else in that book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You have nothing against either reading or reading aloud. Quite the contrary. What pains is the sheer absence of traction, grip , hook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean take &lt;em&gt;Teddy's Favourites&lt;/em&gt;. Hardly the stuff you've been dying to know all your life. Or &lt;em&gt;Teddy's ABC&lt;/em&gt; - edifying but don't bet on it creating an intellectual breakthough to solve the planet's problems (of which Kid Lit by the way is no small component). Granted &lt;em&gt;Hey Diddle Diddle&lt;/em&gt; has a certain surreal appeal but only to a point. The delight of knowing the dish ran away with the spoon begins to wear thin by around the nineteenth reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While these pieces can be read away within a reasonable couple of minutes each , things like &lt;em&gt;Teddy Goes Flying&lt;/em&gt; are a far tougher kettle of fish. They are long. They are meant to be stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huh ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teddy sees a bird and thinks how nice it would be to fly. He tries all manner of ways and can't. His Uncle Bill then gives him a ride in a helicopter. Teddy decides that is exciting enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Roald Dahl it ain't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nor an Agatha Christie whodunnit. Nor anything that dwells on the human condition. Why , not even on the bear condition. As I recall it , Milan Kundera in his &lt;em&gt;Art Of The Novel&lt;/em&gt; wrote of the five or six stages in which a character or plot progressively develops. You wouldn't find half of one in &lt;em&gt;Uncle Sailor Bill.&lt;/em&gt; And one shudders to think what E.M. Forster - author of &lt;em&gt;Aspects Of The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Novel&lt;/em&gt; (of which sad to say I couldn't understand a word) - would make of &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Three Bears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there you go. It's not easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing it has to be said that does link your wee beloved's fav. books to some well known works of high art - like , say , Joyce's &lt;em&gt;Ulysses&lt;/em&gt; or William Burrough's &lt;em&gt;Naked Lunch&lt;/em&gt; - is the effect it has of decimating any trace of wakefulness within an inch of your life. No doubt the competent author of &lt;em&gt;Grumpy Bertie Bear&lt;/em&gt; is in the reckoning for a Nobel and good luck to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The difference though is that with &lt;em&gt;Ulysses&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Naked Lunch&lt;/em&gt; you have a choice not to partake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With wee beloved's treasure trove of Kid Lit , it's Fat Chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-5465290746232647770?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5465290746232647770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=5465290746232647770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5465290746232647770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5465290746232647770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5465290746232647770' title='Un-Ready Teddy'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-4946590159317022075</id><published>2009-05-12T15:27:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:40:31.696+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Flu'/><title type='text'>So Pigs Have Wings ?</title><content type='html'>Last time it was Bird Flu which , come to think of it , isn't such a big deal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean , birds will be birds and they will fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a good thing too ;  probably wouldn't have got &lt;em&gt;Norwegian Wood&lt;/em&gt; if they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;swines &lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-4946590159317022075?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4946590159317022075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=4946590159317022075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4946590159317022075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4946590159317022075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4946590159317022075' title='So Pigs Have Wings ?'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8513828839769477733</id><published>2009-05-08T23:17:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:08:20.575+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Return Of Sherlock Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Buchanan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IPL'/><title type='text'>The (brief) Return Of Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Mr Buchanan's theory is not without its merits" , remarked Sherlock Holmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a cold and gloomy afternoon as we sat in our Baker Street apartment watching the IPL on television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" And what , Holmes ,  do you base that opinion on ?" , I asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This took him by no small surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Well ", he ventured with some hesitation, "Er , ..that is to say ..., it is based on certain logical conclusions that I have arrived at by the usual deductive process of reasoning that you are aware , dear Watson, I hold much store by and indeed  - and this at the risk of sounding immodest -have employed profitably in the past ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Readers of my more recent chronicles would perhaps be aware of my growing dismay with this man's  failings of late. Holmes' unquestionably great powers have been on the wane. What has made it pitiable is his attempts to obfuscate the fact with utterly unconvincing bluster , this Buchanan comment  not least amidst many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Come come  Holmes , this is hardly becoming of you " , i rebuked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"But my dear Watson ! When it came to such aspects as the toss , for instance , multiple captains would spread the risks associated with the luck of any one individual over several  and thereby average , as it were , the probabilities. For another , players would have more captains to look up to. Not to mention the fans' delight at having more than one captain to take photographs with and have signed autographs from. And what ,pray, of press conferences where multiple voices would provide a Surround Sound effect in keeping with the times which , incidentally, the IPL is all about. But just think of the commercial opportunities from that alone , man ! I fear , my good Watson , your thinking is much too rooted in the 19th century".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More obscurities that I was not prepared to suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" And I take it you have deduced the outcome of the next Knight Riders game ?" , I asked with a strong tinge of sarcasm , almost scorn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holmes' pat reply - it made me to happy to note - had such a ring of confident authority as I had not heard in a considerable length of time  : " They will lose."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8513828839769477733?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8513828839769477733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8513828839769477733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8513828839769477733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8513828839769477733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8513828839769477733' title='The (brief) Return Of Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-6793718618018635232</id><published>2009-05-05T12:29:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:50:11.174+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit Pro Quo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Sf_7hpri3NI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_qpMovOZpSk/s1600-h/0509THIS_cartoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332257039372704978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Sf_7hpri3NI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_qpMovOZpSk/s400/0509THIS_cartoon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We shall smoke on the beaches, we shall smoke on the landing grounds, we shall smoke in the fields and in the streets, we shall smoke in the hills; we shall never surrender!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Churchill didn’t say that – cigar in his mouth possibly? – but that’s pretty much how it has been for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This piece I read suggested that you begin with an analysis of the habit and jot down on a clean sheet of paper the reasons why you smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;you smoke? What &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;a smoke ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s an escape, a seven centimeter-long vacation several times a day. It’s trading off the weight of the world for five mg. of a chemical with bad karma and worse PR. It’s a stimulant of thought, a reasoning aid, a sense maker, a sort out-er. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s an agreeable act of thoughtlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s a dare. It’s the thrill of doing drugs without the hassle. It’s a natural compulsion to self destruct. It’s a liberating surrender to addiction, to irrationality, to Big Tobacco, to petty worries, to Yes We Can’t. It’s high style at less than two dollars a buy. It’s a boost of confidence, a paper rocket to launch into ash-oblivion whenever you’re bored. It’s a satellite to orbit the world of meals, beverages and coffee breaks. It’s a personality prop, a playmate for your neurons, a function for your fingers. It’s like breathing. You don’t jot down reasons why. You don’t quit breathing. You have to quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or you quit breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uphill this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Excuse me while I light another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That’s the trouble with cynicism: always seeing the cigarette half unsmoked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-6793718618018635232?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6793718618018635232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=6793718618018635232' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6793718618018635232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6793718618018635232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6793718618018635232' title='Quit Pro Quo'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Sf_7hpri3NI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_qpMovOZpSk/s72-c/0509THIS_cartoon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-4700350248506426138</id><published>2008-12-15T17:00:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:34:37.194+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian parliament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well of the house'/><title type='text'>Oh well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our parliamentarians have an obsession with rushing to the Well of the House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protest against the ruling party? Rush to the Well of the House. Protest against the opposition? Rush to the Well of the House. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing to protest ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush to the Well of the House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first-time Member of Parliament once felt thirsty. He rushed to the Well of the House. Somebody told him this wasn’t that sort of a well. So he rushed to the Well of the House in protest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This set off a row between the two main parties. The two main parties rushed to the Well of the House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never just walk there, not even a briskly. No, they &lt;em&gt;rush&lt;/em&gt; to the Well of the House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of another first time M.P. who didn’t know the deal.  During one of those protests he walked leisurely towards the Well. His party colleagues first ticked him off and then rushed to the Well of the House in rebuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say obsession I mean obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the case of this very senior M.P.:&lt;br /&gt;- The man was in his constituency and busy with his daughter’s wedding when he learned that the &lt;em&gt;jalebis&lt;/em&gt; would be delayed. He was livid. So he flew to Delhi, drove over to Parliament and rushed to the Well of the House. The flight back from Delhi was running several hours late. In protest, our distinguished veteran drove back into the city to rush to the Well of House. By the time he returned home , the wedding party had been thrown completely off gear. His wife gave him a mouthful. In protest against which he insisted on flying back to Delhi to rush to the Well of the house. They had to lock him in.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are many other such stories and i won't get into those here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say  it was all getting too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At some point it was decided to do away with the Well of the House altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Well of the House was destroyed so completely that not a trace remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This greatly angered the M.P.’s     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they rushed to the Well of the House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-4700350248506426138?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4700350248506426138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4700350248506426138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4700350248506426138'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-116154317494466577</id><published>2008-10-05T13:07:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:46:03.228+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woody Allen'/><title type='text'>The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes – 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Readers of the Sherlock Holmes books will have noted how Watson good naturedly puts up with the patronizing that Holmes often subjects him to.&lt;/em&gt; Strawberry Fields Occasionally &lt;em&gt;came across this unpublished memoir that paints a hitherto unknown picture. Incidentally this appears to be the last of Watson’s memoirs) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a cold and gloomy afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watson, will you be so good as to fetch my case”, said Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fetch it yourself, Holmes. I am busy”, said I cold but civil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah Watson! I see you have been visiting Prof. Moriarty’s website. Tut , tut. This is hardly becoming of you”, returned Holmes with what he hoped was a kindly tone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It only irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But confound it, Holmes! You could not be more wrong. I have scarcely used the internet these last few days if only you were not too self absorbed to notice. I am tired of your smug sense of superiority. After all, you haven’t solved a case in ages and such little deductive prowess as you may have possessed in some distant past is long spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am finished with you, Holmes, quite as much as I am with these chronicles. They have ceased to be worth bothering about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I fully intend, Sir, to share this assessment with Conan Doyle - with a recommendation, if you must know, that he switch from the crime fiction genre altogether and pursue a style more along the lines of , say , a Woody Allen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effect this ejaculation had upon Holmes was profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaken he muttered – “Have I lost you now to Manhattan Jewry and the vulgarities of the New World, Watson?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he was kneeling at my feet: “Oh no Watson! For the love of God, Watson! I shan’t be able to endure not being written about. What good is a fictional character that is not written about ! Oh for pity’s sake! I shall do anything you wish me to do. From this moment on, my good Watson, your wish is my dearest command. Allow me to but serve you all my life!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In that case, Holmes”, I replied coolly “you might perhaps clean my pipe for it is in dire need of cleaning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a very good job of it too. I was particularly impressed with how he subjected the pipe to an examination through his magnifying lens with a view to ensuring that the minutest trace of dirt had been removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-116154317494466577?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/116154317494466577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=116154317494466577' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/116154317494466577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/116154317494466577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#116154317494466577' title='The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes – 5'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-3615881867103432979</id><published>2008-09-23T12:56:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:58:52.409+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'/><title type='text'>The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a cold and gloomy afternoon. Holmes and I sat by the warm fireplace of our apartment at 221 B Baker Street and watched “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire”. Holmes had had not many cases of late and had begun to spend a lot of time watching TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the show wore on, I began to feel increasingly more appalled at Holmes’ evident lack of any general knowledge of note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, his answer to “&lt;em&gt;What was Coldplay’s first album&lt;/em&gt;?” was “&lt;em&gt;Thriller&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or take “&lt;em&gt;Where was Jack the Ripper based&lt;/em&gt;?” Holmes’ response to that was – “&lt;em&gt;Under my thumb&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My dear Holmes”, I could not help blurting out, “but frankly this is shocking!  Pardon me for asking, dear fellow, but to what level of schooling have you been educated?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Only elementary, my dear Watson”, replied Holmes distractedly as he pondered the capital of Papua New Guinea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-3615881867103432979?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3615881867103432979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=3615881867103432979' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3615881867103432979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3615881867103432979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3615881867103432979' title='The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes - 4'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-3063769776599618888</id><published>2008-07-22T23:09:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:12:17.835+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes'/><title type='text'>The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Readers old enough may recall the case of the Emerald murders and the ripples they caused  in the highest , most exalted Diplomatic circles all across Europe in the year 188- . What is not known is the singular role that Holmes played in solving the case. Indeed, the affair was cloaked in such delicate secrecy that many of the principal players themselves were unaware of the fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall it was a cold and foggy morning in the summer of 188- and we were at breakfast when a telegram arrived for Holmes. Holmes had been distracted and keeping to himself of late. He was often confined for days on end within his room. At other times he would lie upon the couch gazing vacantly at the ceiling and smoking his pipe. A silent restlessness betrayed his passive demeanor as he frequently enquired after the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nervous storm was clearly brewing and it was liable to break in any short matter of time. I knew that the precipitation of a fresh case to consume the energies of this remarkable man was imminent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, however, of how significant, grave and fateful a case it would be in deciding the fate of an entire continent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm broke with the arrival of the telegram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having abandoned all pretence at eating breakfast Holmes hurriedly read through the note. Every word read seemed to add to the weight of its import. A grave and feverish excitement was much in evidence as Holmes leaped to his feet and cried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your bags, my good Watson! Pack your bags at once! For we have such travel to embark upon as brooks no delay. Make haste, my dear Doctor. To Paddington. At once!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it happened, I was scheduled to watch a new Quentin Tarantino film that very afternoon; I could not possibly miss it. I had also planned on a tranquil morning of leisure to precede the show and was seized with no great enthusiasm to upset that plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My dear Holmes”, I replied carefully as I speared the excellent bacon “I fear it is not within the orbit of my good fortune to embark upon this journey and partake of the delightful adventures it no doubt has in store for you.  I hope that you pardon my absence. I wish you good luck.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played no further part in the adventure. Truth be told, I was unable to even follow up. As I recall, a commitment with the Greenpeace movement had taken up much of my time around that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why you, dear reader, will not read about the Emerald murders.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-3063769776599618888?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3063769776599618888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=3063769776599618888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3063769776599618888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/3063769776599618888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3063769776599618888' title='The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes - 3'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-9095945568795669936</id><published>2008-07-16T13:22:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:26:58.663+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes'/><title type='text'>The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Ah Ms Bedford, but this case bestows upon me the most hideous disappointment of having to turn it down” said Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on a cold and foggy afternoon that Ms. Bedford had graced our abode at 221B Baker Street. She had come in with a case that had baffled everybody - that being the case Holmes had just turned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But why Mr. Holmes?” enquired a visibly disappointed Ms. Bedford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I confess, Madam, that I do not believe I possess such ability as is required to solve it”, said Holmes with what perhaps I alone recognized as a trace of sheepishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Mr. Holmes, I must admit to a feeling of disappointment. I had intended to offer you the consideration of 100,000 sterling pounds for the kind favour of solving this case.” said this beautiful daughter of a wealthy baronet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes’ eyes lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: “Perhaps I can offer a violin rendition of Bach’s &lt;em&gt;Partita in D Minor&lt;/em&gt;  for a quarter of that sum? Or some Haydn perhaps?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This offer having drawn a vacant stare from its recipient, Holmes added breathlessly, with a touch of desperation almost: “I shall be glad to throw in a deduction or two as to the state of the weather next week. At no extra cost, of course” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-9095945568795669936?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/9095945568795669936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=9095945568795669936' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/9095945568795669936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/9095945568795669936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#9095945568795669936' title='The misadventures of Sherlock Holmes - 2'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-6377518531053725893</id><published>2008-07-12T12:33:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:58:07.864+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuclear deal'/><title type='text'>So whats going on then ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's  withdrawing support ? Who's extending support ? Who's considering extending support ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Umm, who &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;  Support ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where lives ?  What likes ? When eats ? How sings ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why are they withdrawing him and extending him ? And considering extending him ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have they got his permission ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all very confusing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My scale of understanding on this whole thing is less than atomic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's electronic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about a new clear deal ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-6377518531053725893?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6377518531053725893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=6377518531053725893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6377518531053725893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6377518531053725893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6377518531053725893' title='So whats going on then ?'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8685702056485277747</id><published>2008-06-29T18:14:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:21:24.114+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes'/><title type='text'>The continuing misadventures of  Sherlock Holmes - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was on a cold and foggy afternoon that Mrs. Hudson presented us with the visiting card of a Mr. J.L.Seagull. No sooner had she done so than Mr. Seagull himself rushed into our apartment at 221 B Baker Street in a state of utmost agitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Sherlock Holmes? I can barely state the despair that has provoked this uninvited visit, Sir but you must understand ….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah! Let me see now.” Holmes cut in. “ You have lived  in India , no doubt in the Khyber where you served for a few stable if undistinguished years. You are currently stationed in London. You own a modest trading establishment and your wife helps with the accounts. I see also that your taste in tobacco runs to Virginia although you are not very particular as regards the make of your pipe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could not claim these observations to be true, Mr. Holmes”, said a visibly disappointed Mr. Seagull “For I am a bachelor and have lived in Surrey all my life. I am employed as a postal clerk with Living Living Living &amp;amp; Living. As to my taste in tobacco, it runs to nothing if it runs to anything at all, Sir, for I do not smoke.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Confound it - not again ! Oh well, I tried . . .”, I heard Holmes mutter under his breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8685702056485277747?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8685702056485277747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8685702056485277747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8685702056485277747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8685702056485277747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8685702056485277747' title='The continuing misadventures of  Sherlock Holmes - 1'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-5306742148420047507</id><published>2008-05-06T01:09:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:20:41.926+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chennai Super Kris</title><content type='html'>Last night's game. Chennai Super Kings v Rajasthan Royals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asnodkar has a swipe at midwicket . No runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Srikanth waxes exciteloquent -  " You know I like this man Asnodkar. He's not afraid to take risks. This is 20-20. A batsman has to take a few risks , there's just too little time. And if you haven't taken those risks by the 5th of 6th over it may be too late...i'm very impressed with this lad.this is the right time to take a chance and score some quick runs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said . After all the Royals had only 10 wickets in hand  to  chase down  a mammoth 110 at an all too improbable RR of 5.5 per over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-5306742148420047507?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5306742148420047507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=5306742148420047507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5306742148420047507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5306742148420047507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5306742148420047507' title='Chennai Super Kris'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-6799849413090986236</id><published>2008-03-31T23:37:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:39:59.578+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy of a hotel (urgently noticed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R_FASpJ7OCI/AAAAAAAAADw/TjhwjKy9Njc/s1600-h/Notice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183995335109457954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R_FASpJ7OCI/AAAAAAAAADw/TjhwjKy9Njc/s400/Notice2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R_E_dpJ7OBI/AAAAAAAAADo/RpKg32_W4Mk/s1600-h/Notice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183994424576391186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R_E_dpJ7OBI/AAAAAAAAADo/RpKg32_W4Mk/s400/Notice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R_E_M5J7OAI/AAAAAAAAADg/FZrmsJgmSMg/s1600-h/Notice.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-6799849413090986236?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6799849413090986236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=6799849413090986236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6799849413090986236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6799849413090986236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6799849413090986236' title='Anatomy of a hotel (urgently noticed)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R_FASpJ7OCI/AAAAAAAAADw/TjhwjKy9Njc/s72-c/Notice2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-1187131098634184248</id><published>2008-02-20T11:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:26:51.134+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Love (Fish with mine please)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Punjab , India  , a love song on TV recently provoked a woman into burning  herself as proof of her love for her husband.  Sequence of events :&lt;br /&gt;-         Love song on TV&lt;br /&gt;-         Wife : “Oh I love you &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; much”&lt;br /&gt;-         Husband : “&lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt; much ? Show me !”&lt;br /&gt;-         Wife pours kerosene on herself and proceeds to set herself aflame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can well imagine a variation on this – as follows :&lt;br /&gt;-         Love song on TV&lt;br /&gt;-         Wife : “Oh I love you&lt;em&gt; sooo&lt;/em&gt; much”&lt;br /&gt;-         Husband : : “&lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt; much ? Show me !”&lt;br /&gt;-         Wife pours kerosene on her husband and proceeds to set him aflame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following would be a good middle ground :&lt;br /&gt;-         Love song on TV&lt;br /&gt;-         Wife : “Oh I love you &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; much”&lt;br /&gt;-         Husband : : “&lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt; much ? Show me !”&lt;br /&gt;-         Wife : "I’ll make you some nice fish curry."&lt;br /&gt;-         Wife proceeds to kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-1187131098634184248?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1187131098634184248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=1187131098634184248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1187131098634184248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1187131098634184248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1187131098634184248' title='Burning Love (Fish with mine please)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-5059119862995297212</id><published>2008-02-17T11:00:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:05:12.547+04:00</updated><title type='text'>It really was his day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was Valentine’s day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up that morning and it was from the right side of his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was up. The sky was blue. There were birds chirping. The one bird that had planned on not chirping had quite forgotten the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine hummed a merry tune as he showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I think it’s going to be my day”, thought Valentine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At breakfast , the eggs were done just right and the coffee was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine set out for work. He switched on the car radio and lo ! it was playing his favourite song. A black cat was about to cross Valetine’s path but decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;(Black cat : “Heck , I have eight other lives to do it , pal Val. You go right ahead”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message from the government was waiting when Valentine arrived at work :&lt;br /&gt;“Dear Valentine , we thought this might be your day. (&lt;em&gt;Signed&lt;/em&gt;) The Government ”. Valentine was very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another message arrived soon after from the Finance ministry :&lt;br /&gt;“Dear Valentine , we were planning to impose a 40% Day Ownership Tax but ran out of ink. (&lt;em&gt;Signed&lt;/em&gt;) The Finance Ministry”. Valentine was very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine spent a pleasant morning at work. Then his boss gave him the afternoon off&lt;br /&gt;(Boss : “That’s the way this blog post goes , Valentine”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine spent the afternoon at the movies. There was a promotion on and the popcorn came with a free coke. The coke was chilled to just the right temperature ! A pretty girl went up to Valentine and said : “You’re adorable !” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave him a Hallmark card that said : “ I think it’s your day ”. Valentine was very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine got home and what should be for dinner but his favourite roast ! Valentine sighed with pleasure. It was with a happy smile on his face that Valentine went to bed for a refreshing night’s sleep. And why not ! Don’t you just wish you’d checked with him before buying that stock ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-5059119862995297212?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5059119862995297212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=5059119862995297212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5059119862995297212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5059119862995297212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5059119862995297212' title='It really was his day'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-4825457430099931810</id><published>2008-01-22T11:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:49:39.427+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run DMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah Winfrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rev Run'/><title type='text'>We Are Family (I’ve got Sister Oprah on TV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surfing lands you , alas , at Oprah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guests on this one are Joseph Simmons a.k.a DJ Run a.k.a Rev Run , ex-vocalist of Run DMC and his family :&lt;br /&gt;-Rev Run : 1 nos.&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs.Rev : 1 nos.&lt;br /&gt;-Daughters : 3 nos.&lt;br /&gt;-Sons : 3 nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numbers enough to make the cast of a Reality show –which apparently they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rev Run raps the good , wholesome and upright rap. Rev Run is now a priest and this sermon on the mounted camera is about Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Says Run : “It’s important to realize a family is something you make”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oprah -bright eyed , nodding , eager , interested , leaning forward- repeats :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Uh-huh, a family is something you &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The family that plays together ….” says Oprah in voice over -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cue&lt;/strong&gt; shots of the brood shooting basket in the family yard , swimming at the family pool and bowling on the family outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…and prays together…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut to&lt;/strong&gt; shot of the family praying under the Reverend’s watchful eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…stays together”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut to&lt;/strong&gt; the happy and huge Rev family back live at the studio with OW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much applause from audience as OW continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“He’s a doting father….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cue&lt;/strong&gt; shots of Rev Run at various stages of being doting daddy to the kids Run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“….and an adoring husband”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut to&lt;/strong&gt; shot of Mr. and Mrs. Rev locked in a tender kiss. .“ I love you” says Mrs. Rev with a dreamy and For-Reality TV look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much applause from audience as the screen &lt;strong&gt;cuts back to&lt;/strong&gt; Mr. Rev at the studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rev Run : “You gotta schedule the family in and I mean , really schedule…....... in capital letters S…C…H…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut to&lt;/strong&gt; me reaching for the remote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-4825457430099931810?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4825457430099931810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=4825457430099931810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4825457430099931810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4825457430099931810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4825457430099931810' title='We Are Family (I’ve got Sister Oprah on TV)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-5747638530252025593</id><published>2008-01-08T15:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:50:29.912+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to a skylark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edgar allen poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghazal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaifi azmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damien hirst'/><title type='text'>Prosaic musings on poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The poet and I are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where the poet plumbs the sunken depths of the human condition , I get a plumber to fix the condition of the sink. Where the poet soars to the loftiest heights of the human spirit , I take the nearest elevator to the bar. Where I struggle with common sense , the poet shines with uncommon sensitivity. Where I have mere myopia , the poet has vision. (Not that I could find any even with  glasses on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any wonder , then , that I just didn’t get Shelly’s ‘&lt;em&gt;Our sweetest songs are those that tell of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;saddest thought’&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;To A Skylark&lt;/em&gt; ? I have somehow never quite managed to equate sad and sweet without recalling an article I had once read on binge eating apparently brought on by depression. Not when the accompanying visuals could have been a Damien Hirst installation or something out of &lt;em&gt;Naked Lunch&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or take the line before that “&lt;em&gt;Our sincerest laughter / With some pain is fraught&lt;/em&gt;”. This idea is also mirrored in that fabulous Kaifi Azmi ghazal from Arth “&lt;em&gt;Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho /&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kya gam hain jisko chhupa rahe ho&lt;/em&gt;” . The poignant old Laughter- in-Pain motif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Funnily enough , I can’t think of too many instances of people laughing in pain. Or of people - not least the superior sex - concealing their pain behind a gleeful smile or three. Quite the contrary. Shorter the joy longer the face about describes the average equation.The missus, for instance , was certainly not flashing me any smiles when I accidentally dropped that electric iron on her foot the other day. My instant and very foolish laughter though turned out to be with much pain fraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a parting note :&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe mystery- genre poems of early 19th century America?&lt;br /&gt;- Edgar Allen Poetry !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-5747638530252025593?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5747638530252025593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=5747638530252025593' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5747638530252025593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5747638530252025593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5747638530252025593' title='Prosaic musings on poetry'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2007609701380936977</id><published>2008-01-03T20:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:09:17.585+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Surely You're Choking Mr Feignman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books ! Books !! Books !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact books. Fiction books. Saucy books. Slanderous books. Thin books. Thick books. Titillating books. Topical books. Poetry books. Political books. Racy books. Rich books. Poor books. Stocks books. Booker books. Broker Books. Psycho books. Ponderous books. Light books. Dark books. Frothy books. Frilly books. Fizzy books. Fuzzy books. Philandering books. Polymorphic books. Poster books. Thriller books. Thick skinned books. Hindu books. Naked books. Film books. Hardbound books. Sports books. Travel books. Adrenalin books. Aspirin books. High heeled books. Hard nosed books. Polished books. Silicone books. Bible books. Brit books. Horror books. Holy books. Bit books. Tender books. Tit books. Peep books. Peek books. Piece books. Peace books. Presbyterian books. War books. Evangelist books. Pornographic books. Text books. Graphic books. Hare Krishna books. Paperback books. Upfront books. Sensational books. Secretive books. Nebulous books. Nook books. Cornerstone books. Watershed books. Landmark books. Literary books. Laugh books. Cry books. Lingerie books. Hare Rama books. Critically acclaimed books. Scrip books. Script books. Cretin books. Dangerous books. Subversive books. Jesus books. Synaptic books. Serious books. Pulp fiction books. Fruit books. Juice books. Jacuzzi books. Bodhidharma books. Bodhisattva books. Zen books. Zoroastrian books. Black books. Malcom X books. Gandhi books. Mandela books. Manson books. Black box books. Out of the box books. Tool books. Endomorphic books. Cosmopolitan books. Pain books. Communist books. Zany books. Books books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The capital of books is books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw a book once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Books !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Books !! Books !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2007609701380936977?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2007609701380936977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2007609701380936977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2007609701380936977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2007609701380936977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2007609701380936977' title='Surely You&apos;re Choking Mr Feignman'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-5763528973358210269</id><published>2007-12-31T11:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:49:46.983+04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Era ..... -  Known Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As my friend rightly put it , this is a New Era of Indian cricket.  After all , not only did we did beat Pakistan at home after more than twenty years but also did it in style :  beating one of the strongest Pak teams ever boasting such living legends of the game as Yasir Hamid , Salman Butt , Mohammed Sami , Sohail Tanveer and Yasir Arafat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the other difference is that in the past one could predict Indian defeats with perfect certainity. One can't anymore. Take the first Oz test at Melbourne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These were my predictions at the end of Day One :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- India crashing to a first innings score of 250 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Australia piling on 450 by lunch in their second innings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Australia wrapping up the match by morning of Day Five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And these were the actual outcomes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- India crashed to a first innings score of 196 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Australia made only around 250 odd by lunch  in their second innings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Australia wrapped up the match on Day Four &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got it so completely wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't have to eat humble pie for breakfast though. Thankfully , there were steaming &lt;em&gt;idlis&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; appams&lt;/em&gt;  from the Mallu joint downstairs to go with the post-match ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Era....er , i mean Year. Have a great 2008 !  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-5763528973358210269?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5763528973358210269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=5763528973358210269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5763528973358210269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5763528973358210269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5763528973358210269' title='New Era ..... -  Known Era'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8973645713881697734</id><published>2007-12-23T10:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:39:59.741+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous last words'/><title type='text'>Famous Laugh Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R24HbY48l6I/AAAAAAAAADY/Rlm4fcD1vL4/s1600-h/bore5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147059591250220962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R24HbY48l6I/AAAAAAAAADY/Rlm4fcD1vL4/s320/bore5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Synergy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Holistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Strategic imperative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paradigm / Paradigm Shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quality Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the business of / Not in the business of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do add in a few more. I’m sure you've heard plenty more of the type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for me , I have to go and tend to the plumbing –er,beg pardon ,I mean &lt;em&gt;Bathroom Solutions&lt;/em&gt;. The plumber – sorry , and I do mean &lt;em&gt;Bathroom Solutions Manager&lt;/em&gt; - did a rather shoddy job, not perhaps spending much quality time on it. I never really used to get much into these things but I take a more holistic approach these days. You could say it’s a paradigm shift in synergy with today’s strategic imperatives. Still , I hope the Solutions Provider company find another talent to replace this guy . After all , I am not in the business of providing solutions to problems arising from solutions provided by Solutions Providers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8973645713881697734?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8973645713881697734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8973645713881697734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8973645713881697734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8973645713881697734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8973645713881697734' title='Famous Laugh Words'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R24HbY48l6I/AAAAAAAAADY/Rlm4fcD1vL4/s72-c/bore5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-7911792276145811425</id><published>2007-12-05T11:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:39:59.849+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modern Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cubism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existentialism'/><title type='text'>The influence of modern art on existentialist writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R1ZV3jDom3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ohGZBj6dGmw/s1600-h/MagBore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140390437481651058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R1ZV3jDom3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ohGZBj6dGmw/s320/MagBore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was Kafka’s K the first Cubist? Was Sartre’s Matheau an allegorical depiction of Picasso's Guernica ? Was Camus’ The Plague a lateral interpretation of Dali’s timepieces ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we shall begin on a journey of inquiry : an examination of the influence of modern art on existentialist writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having begun , as I haven’t an inkling what I’m talking about , we shall proceed no further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-7911792276145811425?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7911792276145811425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=7911792276145811425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7911792276145811425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7911792276145811425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7911792276145811425' title='The influence of modern art on existentialist writing'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/R1ZV3jDom3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ohGZBj6dGmw/s72-c/MagBore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-4535595987728435158</id><published>2007-11-14T23:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:33:52.757+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rolling Stones'/><title type='text'>A brief and bizarre history of Rock And Roll – 2 : Beatlemania !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can you say about them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They were the Fab Four !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were four of them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All four of them  were from Liverpool !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Liverpool’s in England !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles were English !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They also did a couple of songs in German !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That’s because they did a stint in Hamburg , Germany  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They played nightclubs in Hamburg , Germany !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We don’t know what they did during the day in Hamburg , Germany !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probably prepared  to be famous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the time they recorded a very  sissy song called My Bonnie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am glad it wasn’t &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Bonnie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John Lennon was photographed  wearing a toilet seat  around his neck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some neck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some band !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Brian Epstein came along !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The band was turned down by Decca Records !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The band was not turned down by EMI Records !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first  The Beatles  wore suits !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later  they stopped wearing suits  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brian Epstein died !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of drug overdose !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not  because The Beatles had stopped wearing suits !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles  slapped legal suits on one another !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I once got slapped !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1964 , The Beatles toured America for the first time  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1964 , The Beatles conquered America !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1914 , pizzas conquered America !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1964 , The Beatles starred in A Hard Day’s Night !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you care about scripts and plots , it’s a hard day’s watch !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was made by Richard Lester !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Richard !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1965 , The Beatles starred in Help  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you care about scripts and plots , you’d cry for help !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1965 , The Beatles released  Rubber Soul !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1966, The Beatles released Revolver !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1966 , John Lennon said they were more popular than Jesus Christ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Ku Klux Klan didn’t like !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Ku Klux Klan burnt their records !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They didn’t care much for   Revolver !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Except when it came to shooting  colored people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Ku Klux Klan really enjoyed shooting colored people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But Revolver the album meant nothing to them ! They probably preferred  &lt;em&gt;Love Me Do&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ku Klux Klan  - ya fucking racist sissies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With lousy dress sense to boot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What the heck do you wear – bed sheets !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1967 , The Beatles released Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1967 , butter was discovered , margarine invented and cheese given rights !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1n 1968 ,  The Beatles released The White Album !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It had  a song called  I  Tamed The  Deviant Platypus !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1968 ,  The Beatles cartooned  in Yellow Submarine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1968 , The Beatles  ate their dinner !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1969 , The Beatles  released Let It Be and Abbey Road !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1969 , Neil Armstrong landed on the moon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles had nothing to do with it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neil Armstrong had nothing to do with Louis Armstrong or Lance Armstrong !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1970 , The Beatles broke up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their fans broke down !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles had taken  the world by storm !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If they were around today , they’d be called Katrina !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girls swooned and  fainted  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boys shouted !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah  ! Shouted !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah ! Yeah ! Yeah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles  got MBE’s from the Queen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know someone who has an MBA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But not from the Queen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then  The Beatles stopped touring !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They produced some great music in  the studio !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This  blog is named after one of those songs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles floated a company called Apple !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This blog is not named after it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles  were too stoned to run Apple !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apple  sank !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now you know why the  Queen didn’t give them MBA’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Silly hippies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John Lennon tragically lost his mother !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He wrote a song called &lt;em&gt;Mother&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(But that was much later !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paul McCartney  tragically wrote a song called &lt;em&gt;Yesterday&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We’re waiting for a song called Tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;George Harrison was into India and Hinduism !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was also into Patti Boyd !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before Eric Clapton got into Patti Boyd !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(But that was a bit later !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;George Harrison wrote songs like &lt;em&gt;Something&lt;/em&gt; and  &lt;em&gt;While My Guitar Gently Weeps&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His guitar was probably weeping because it was Clapton that played the solo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;George Harrison wrote a song called  &lt;em&gt;My Sweet Lord&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Sweet Lord hasn’t commented on it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;George Harrison  named too many Sweet Lords in that song !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It should have been called My Sweet Lords !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They couldn’t figure out  &lt;em&gt;which&lt;/em&gt; Sweet Lord  he was talking  to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was it Ringo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ringo tragically lost  all drum sense before he was born !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He wrote a song called &lt;em&gt;Octopus’s Garden&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ’d really  love to listen to it loud  in my garden !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I had a garden !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’d water the plants every day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And talk to them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paul McCartney hooked up with Linda Eastman !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She became Linda McCartney !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John Lennon had his Kodak moment  with Yoko Ono !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He became John Ono Lennon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They formed  The Plastic Ono Band !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With Klaus Voorman on bass !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Klaus was a  friend from the  Hamburg days !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John Lennon underwent  Primal Scream therapy from scratch  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first  POB album underwent primal screams from John Lennon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor first POB album !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paul McCartney formed The Wings !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Danny Lane , ex-Moody Blues , played lead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Linda ostensibly played keyboards !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John Lennon said Paul McCartney played muzak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Paul !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;George Harrison did   a concert for Bangladesh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bangladesh never did a concert for George Harrison !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor George !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ringo Starr acted in a few movies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He set his time machine to 1965 and sang a song called &lt;em&gt;Act Naturally&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The machine was easy to set   as it didn’t involve any drumming !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The song was easy to sing as it didn’t involve much singing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Ringo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John Lennon wrote a hit called &lt;em&gt;Imagine&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It said Imagine no possession !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sacrifice it took to write !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cramped in his 70 acre mansion in Ascot , England !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor John !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can you say about them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post would never have been !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But for The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rock and Roll would have never been !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But for The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Great Wall Of China would never have been !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But for The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The  Not-So-Great Wall from Pink Floyd would never have been !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But for The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ptolemy , Plato , the Disney dog Pluto , the dialect Pushto , the nonsensical and utterly nonexistent word Plarishmoxtain  and the character Penny Lane in &lt;em&gt;Almost Famous&lt;/em&gt; would never have been !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But for The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a  special Beatles quiz  for you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here’s the question !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you spell ‘The Beatles’ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beatles your answers to The Beatles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a chance to win exciting Beatles-based Beatles  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ten main Beatles and Fifty consolation Beatles on offer ! (*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But hurry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beatles limited !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*) Contest not open to Beatles relatives.  Winners determined by draw of parking lots.  Beatles apply.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-4535595987728435158?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4535595987728435158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=4535595987728435158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4535595987728435158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/4535595987728435158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4535595987728435158' title='A brief and bizarre history of Rock And Roll – 2 : Beatlemania !'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2125184829987665707</id><published>2007-11-13T13:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:19:05.387+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief and bizarre history of Rock And Roll–1:Progress to Punk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I played an old Immersion Lake &amp;amp; Palm Tree  CD the other day and fell asleep about 46 minutes into the fourth keyboard solo. When I awoke a couple of hours later, the fourth keyboard solo was about to end. It was followed by a fifth keyboard solo which in turn led to  the following solos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sax; 2. Keyboard ; 3. Bass; 4. Keyboard ; 5. Drums; 6. Xylophone; 7. Sitar; 8. Keyboard ; 6. Congas / percussion; 7. Organ; 8. Trombone; 9. Mellotrone; 10. Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In all, the song lasted 16 :23:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was great. During that time, I went out for dinner, watched a flick and caught up with my eight hours of  beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Multitasking music you might call it. I guess the reason  they call it Progressive Rock is it was way ahead of its time. Heck, I mean who the hell cared about Multitasking in the 1970’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bet they didn’t even have Multivitamins those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Punk fever incubated in the   reaction that was building up against the excesses of  Prog Rock .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A 60 minute Achilles’ Last Stand was always going to generate more of a last-straw feeling than a whole lotta love even as increasingly larger numbers of people  were saying no to Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Punk exploded into Rock And Roll consciousness  like a great big naked woman descend upon a church congregation of gay men in dark tweed suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing since has perhaps quite equaled the impact. (By contrast, for example, Grunge exploded into Rock And Roll consciousness like a great big naked woman descend upon a church congregation of great big naked women.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Punk revolutionised Rock And Roll by reinforcing its very basics. As a form, it was simple, basic, short and angry. Everybody forgot their fourth chord  and nobody remembered a guitar solo anymore. The troubadours had failed to reach Bombay and every kid’s sympathy was for the new devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing epitomized the Punk movement better than its most celebrated exponents – the Sax Canons fronted by that human tour de force Johnny Forgotten  along with his equally compelling band mate Sid Vacuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their seminal 1977 album Never Mind The Call Centres (Here’s The Sax Canons) , voted the second most influential Rock album of all time by Rolling Hypotenuse magazine , was a masterpiece of Rock minimalism. It combined edgy, oath-laden lyrics with stripped down instrumentation in a maelstrom of  nihilistic energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The like  of which hadn’t been seen since my neighbour lost her cat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few samples :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long song (Duration : 00:03:44 ; No. of chords : 3) (*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hey  !  #### ### ,  ####  just #### ##### and #### me ####### ####&lt;br /&gt;#### off , unless ## ##### #### here ### #### my ####### #### !&lt;br /&gt;####### hell ###  ####### ### that’s all ### #### to ####### do&lt;br /&gt;And all I’m gonna ###  #### ##  #### ##### ### !&lt;br /&gt;So hey , #### ### !&lt;br /&gt;#### ###!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (* Expletives  deleted – Ed.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Average  length song (Duration : 00:02:10 ; No. of chords : 1) (*)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ ####### #### ## ! ####### ### ## # ! #### ! #### !&lt;br /&gt;####### #### ## ! ####### ### ## # ! #### ! #### !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(* Expletives  deleted – Ed.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short length song (Duration : 00:00:00 ; No. of chords : 0) (*)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (* No expletive  to delete – Ed.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2125184829987665707?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2125184829987665707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2125184829987665707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2125184829987665707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2125184829987665707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2125184829987665707' title='A brief and bizarre history of Rock And Roll–1:Progress to Punk'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8679945221925946774</id><published>2007-11-04T23:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:01:13.397+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shah Rukh Khan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistan Emergency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDTV 24x7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood'/><title type='text'>This is an Emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is an emergency. Or rather , an  Emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I see Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strain of modern life has frayed ye olde blogger’s nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somebody called Sara Khan or Fara Khan or Lara Khan…some name like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;with  &lt;/em&gt;Shah Rukh  Khan  always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah Rukh Khan, you understand, I see &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I switch on NDTV 24x7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s on top of the screen, at the bottom of the screen, in the centre of the screen, by the side of the screen and probably behind the screen too. One of these days he’s going to reach out and whack my CD collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried 24x7 last night for a desi perspective of the Pakistan situation. I got Shah Rukh Khan, many commercials and then Shah Rukh Khan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried 24x7 this evening for a desi perspective of the Pakistan situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Shah Rukh Khan , this woman called Sara /Lara / Something Khan and a billion overdressed Bollywood types dancing to a song called , believe this , Om Shanti Om. What , have they all gone and bought themselves irony now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as though you could try the other desi news channels. They are like a Shah Rukh Khan movie – only , with more song , dance and colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dheela screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To expect a news channel to cover the  news !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress of modern life has smashed ye olde blogger’s lemon to smithereens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps MSD saw Shah Rukh Khan too.  On 24x7.  Once too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tore off some hair ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t turn to 24x7 for a confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you’re going to get  is  Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8679945221925946774?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8679945221925946774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8679945221925946774' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8679945221925946774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8679945221925946774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8679945221925946774' title='This is an Emergency'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-6388251176137373369</id><published>2007-11-03T15:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:40:00.152+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of  QWER Y keyboards ( or , minding my T’s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RyxleA2YFkI/AAAAAAAAADI/TBKaIUxUuvE/s1600-h/keyboard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128585641966704194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RyxleA2YFkI/AAAAAAAAADI/TBKaIUxUuvE/s320/keyboard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They say given enough time, a dog and its master begin to resemble each other. They say it’s the same with couples - which of course is not great news for my wife. I must be spending a lot of time with my laptop . The keyboard has started to resemble my teeth. Sunk amidst cigarette ash , dust and uneven terrain are gaping craters where the 2 and T keys used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthlessly yanked out by my two year old without so much as an apology note. Gone are the days when two year olds would send apology notes after inflicting keyboard damage. These are terrible times. Rendered more terrible, I may add, by the strain of having to type the word ‘terrible’. Or &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; word with a t in it. I have to copy the letter t from an old document and paste the letter t on current document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try constructing sentences substituting (&lt;em&gt;ouch&lt;/em&gt;) Ctrl-V for t. You will likely end up doing the following :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A. Rush headlong into Existentialist Angst (stopping occasionally perhaps only to avoid typing the phrase)&lt;br /&gt;B. See what a p. in the a. the letter t really is : hey, anyone have a word without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you also likely end up doing things other than A and B, shan’t go into them here. Can’t have the list running beyond S. This may be the time and place for it but this is certainly not the keyboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-6388251176137373369?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6388251176137373369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=6388251176137373369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6388251176137373369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/6388251176137373369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6388251176137373369' title='Of  QWER Y keyboards ( or , minding my T’s)'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RyxleA2YFkI/AAAAAAAAADI/TBKaIUxUuvE/s72-c/keyboard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8605015917014888803</id><published>2007-10-27T12:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:22:01.834+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spinoza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descartes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cogito ergo sum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civilization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><title type='text'>The gangling conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every now and then we are thrown a real live conversational challenge to confront. These challenges are usually thrown by the sort of people you’d rather have things &lt;em&gt;thrown at&lt;/em&gt; . And heck , who’d not like to deny that sort the smug satisfaction of a put down ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we manfully face up to the googly , give the bullshit our all and desperately hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results can vary widely - as the following examples hope to demonstrate :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Spectacularly successful : rope-clearing , over- the -top bullshit driven off the front foot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other&lt;/strong&gt; : Don’t you think Descrates’ &lt;em&gt;Cogito Ergo Sum&lt;/em&gt; is a succinct summarization of the approach that Western civilization took as a building block for itself ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes ! In fact , going further , I am reminded of Spinoza’s 13th Epoch thesis. You agree with the salient counterarguments of that thesis of course ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Er , of course. How splendid to see so much sunshine at this time of year ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Note hasty change of topic on the part of The Other to conceal total ignorance of Spinoza’s non-existent 13th Epoch thesis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; I am inclined to believe euthanasia may be just the panacea the National Health Service has been waiting for. What do you think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Certainly there’s much to be said for that. Oh, by the way, I don’t suppose you know that Mrs. Smith has filed for divorce after she discovered Mr. Smith in bed with his secretary ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; No ! Surely &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;!! I had no &lt;em&gt;idea&lt;/em&gt;. Oh , &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; tell me more. &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt; do. Oh &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note change of topic on your part is perfectly calculated to banish all considerations of Euthanasia , Panacea and the National Health Service from The Other’s mind )&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Moderately successful : stonewalling with dead , straight- bat forward defence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Cubism expressed the zeitgeist of those times , didn’t it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes , it did express that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t you think Picasso’s &lt;em&gt;Guernica &lt;/em&gt;was a prognosis of a more terrible war to come ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes , my opinion exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh I’d be so glad to hear your views on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh rather , those are views that I air very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; And they are ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh this and that and , not to put too fine a point on it , oh , ...just my views on the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; I should be delighted to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh do let us hear them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Note no runs scored but no wickets conceded either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Unsuccessful : caught feebly fending at delivery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Note : in the following two examples , you give it away and The Other , having cottoned on to your bluff , moves in for a swift final kill )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Ancient Chinese calligraphy displays a remarkable propinquity to work independently carried out at the same time among the Incas. Isn’t that remarkable ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; You don’t say ! Why, propane hadn’t even been discovered in ancient China let alone calibrated. Most remarkable indeed ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; What then do you make of the malfeasance apparently manifest in Lao Tzu’s 6Th century Koans and how would you reconcile it with their inherently compassionate munificence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; I find great perspicacity in the works of the Impressionists. What do you say ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; I think you’ll find that it’s probably because they didn’t have deodorants in those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Really ! Do you then suppose the evanescence of Van Gogh’s Night Sky was a sort of metaphysical tourniquet , as it were , that occluded the rather unrealistically ephemeral depiction style of the classicists ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Spectacularly Unsuccessful : bowled all ends up clean through the gate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t you believe that the fecundity of ideas in the 18th century was to fructify in the scientific juggernaut that swept in its wake the entire gamut of problems that had plagued mankind for generations , serving to meliorate life on the planet as a whole , and by an osmotic albeit screened process of assimilative diffusion influenced the course that the arts and the humanities were to - almost anachronistically - embark upon ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other :&lt;/strong&gt; Pray do carry on eating. I am so glad to see you use the fork with your left hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Note : The Other is pleased to believe that you are significantly less than an equal )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8605015917014888803?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8605015917014888803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8605015917014888803' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8605015917014888803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8605015917014888803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8605015917014888803' title='The gangling conversation'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-5930432827853710430</id><published>2007-10-24T12:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:40:00.564+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine characteristics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine appreciation'/><title type='text'>Connoisseur of wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Rx8Io29ktmI/AAAAAAAAADA/t_u9ZpTq-Rw/s1600-h/Wine2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124824399012476514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Rx8Io29ktmI/AAAAAAAAADA/t_u9ZpTq-Rw/s320/Wine2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They display character. They possess balance. They are expressive and they are exquisitely complex. They have finesse. They flaunt body. They boast finish. I knew one that could spell ‘onomatopoeia’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a bloke the other day who said he felt a bit like Dr. Hannibal Lecter the last time he sipped his Bordeaux. He has been off wine ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still does art galleries though, and the occasional book reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-5930432827853710430?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5930432827853710430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=5930432827853710430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5930432827853710430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/5930432827853710430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5930432827853710430' title='Connoisseur of wine'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Rx8Io29ktmI/AAAAAAAAADA/t_u9ZpTq-Rw/s72-c/Wine2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8174107780030918616</id><published>2007-10-21T14:10:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:46:38.024+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>Ridiculous rejoinders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got the idea for this from something I’d seen on MAD some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;INTRODUCTIONS , GREETINGS &amp;amp; WISHES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Ah , so here you are !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Oh no , actually I am miles away. You’re watching me live on TV.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;How are you ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Its for others to say of course but I think I am quite a sensation.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Hey ! How’s it goin’ ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How’s &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; going exactly ? Could you describe ‘&lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;’ in more detail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- preferably within a single A4 sheet , Times New Roman Font 12 ?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Long time no see…!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Have you tried Yoga ?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;It’s a pleasure meeting you !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m afraid I need to know you better before I can say that back&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Get well soon !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That’s rude . Do you mind adding a ‘please’?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Take care !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m sorry I can’t. There’d be no one to look after it.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Au Revoir !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Really ? It was alright for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOLIDAYS &amp;amp; TRAVEL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your vacation !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- What ! I am determined not to . And don’t order me around&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;So was it a nice smooth flight ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You should ask the aircraft you know&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Bon voyage !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh no , we won’t be camping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PWC ( POLITE WEATHER CONVERSATION )&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;So it’s raining !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wow ! Can you count too?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Whoa , it’s hot !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not really – not compared to , say , the melting point of iron.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Brrrr , it’s so cold in here !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Phew, that’s a relief ! I knew it all along - you only &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I knew the weather was too good to hold out for long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. My conversation skills aren’t great either.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;So what’s the weather like back home ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can’t really see that far but you could look up cnn.com . And bring me a print out so I can be sure you really did look it up.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Wow ! Great weather , isn’t it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Yes - and what exactly did you say your role was in bringing it about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIGHTS , ALTERCATIONS &amp;amp; ARGUMENTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I don’t know what you’re talking about !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh I see. Why don’t you read up on it ? Or google it perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Go to hell !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sticking with algorithm ,where exactly is hell located on the flowchart ?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;What the hell is wrong with you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Kind of you to ask. Well , it’s a congenital inflammation of the tertiary pulmonary varicose &lt;em&gt;schemata patheticplatosaurus&lt;/em&gt; at its originating point of psuedopneumonic intersection with the &lt;em&gt;galloping didactic colloidal glucosystation&lt;/em&gt; on the right side of the &lt;em&gt;hypoproxis plexus major&lt;/em&gt; leading to further secondary causative complications as evidenced by compression of the &lt;em&gt;xenodiaphragmastic&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;platitudinal minor&lt;/em&gt; and suggested by curvilinear T3 and T4 lines on the magneticresonant redolentramification ramrodstrait diremoonshine britelite titeasakiteograph cross section of the alphabetatheta omegaohmygoda bilenticular proto-spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;The T1 and T2 lines though , I am glad to say , seem reasonably alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8174107780030918616?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8174107780030918616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8174107780030918616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8174107780030918616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8174107780030918616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8174107780030918616' title='Ridiculous rejoinders'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-8015377396569927735</id><published>2007-10-15T18:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:40:00.741+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pere Lachaise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim Morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Doors'/><title type='text'>The blue bus is calling us. Driver where’re you taking us ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RxN51G9ktlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/W7ASUqb9OtA/s1600-h/JMTomb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121571154559284818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RxN51G9ktlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/W7ASUqb9OtA/s320/JMTomb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sadly this is where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Morrison lies buried in a reasonably celebrated 8’x4’ plot inside Cimetie’re du Pere Lachaise in Paris and has been for a while now. In fact , he has been dead longer than he was alive. In 1971 , all of 27 , this crystal ship sank in a Parisian bathtub. Small groups of tourists take pictures (of the tomb that is , not bathtub) . A dead joint stands out amidst the flowers . A cop watches nervously from a near distance. Mild sunlight filters through darkened trees . The trees stand mute and say nothing. The headstone inscription says Kata Ton Aimona , Greek for “True to his own spirit” or more literally (more apt ?) “According to his own demon”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What spirit and what divine demon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music, Jim: &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;gets out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Lachaise recently. Several luminaries – Oscar Wilde , Chopin and Edith Piaf being some names I am familiar with – share this resting space with JM. While Chopin and Piaf are pretty much a wide-berth mystery to me , Oscar Wilde is one of ye olde blogger’s favourite lit. heroes. However , and make no m. , it was Jimbo this little sojourn was in honour of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For resonance and a bit of atmosphere , I played The End as I entered the cemetery. Unfortunately , it was to be only the beginning. I made several rounds of the place before I finally found Revered Spot. It turned out to be in an area I’d walked past a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SOD is going from worst to worse. It was a rare evening when I located my hotel at one go. Darn , I really can’t seem to find anything. As Jim might have written : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;And couldn’t find myself that beer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim Morrison , 1943-1971 : R.I.P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-8015377396569927735?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8015377396569927735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=8015377396569927735' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8015377396569927735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/8015377396569927735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8015377396569927735' title='The blue bus is calling us. Driver where’re you taking us ?'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RxN51G9ktlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/W7ASUqb9OtA/s72-c/JMTomb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-1813305179269686376</id><published>2007-09-27T15:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:40:00.962+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I say old chap , Taarif Karni Paregi , what !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Rvua_PeZVkI/AAAAAAAAACw/cH2P_EhuSz8/s1600-h/Hic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114852213085787714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Rvua_PeZVkI/AAAAAAAAACw/cH2P_EhuSz8/s320/Hic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I followed a fair amount of the T20 on radio. It was covered live by a Hindi/Urdu FM station here. They had a set of Indian / Pakistani commentator - pairs doing a bilingual English / Hindi job. My favorite team did a very good job of covering the cricket - and provided splendid entertainment besides . Small snapshot :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Characteristics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;- Calm , composed and more Pucca than the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;- Given to mixing up players and teams every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sample&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;- “Now , Maharoof made a fine Fort&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt; Plus when Sri Lanka batted fa&lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;st. Oh , I am sorr&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt; it was Mubarak who made Fort&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt; odd , and made them very swiftl&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt; one might add ; Maharoof in fact did not bat at a&lt;em&gt;uw&lt;/em&gt;hl…(&lt;em&gt;Pause&lt;/em&gt;) Or did he ? (&lt;em&gt;Pause&lt;/em&gt;) No, I can conf&lt;em&gt;aeh&lt;/em&gt;m that he did not…”&lt;br /&gt;- “And with that ,.twent&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt; o&lt;em&gt;uevuh&lt;/em&gt;s have been b&lt;em&gt;oue&lt;/em&gt;wled and at the conclusion of twent&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt; o&lt;em&gt;uevuh&lt;/em&gt;s India&lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt; have made a hundred and eight&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt; for five..er , I do beg your pahdon , &lt;em&gt;New&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Zealand&lt;/em&gt; have in fact made a hundred and eight&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt; for five”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frequency&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;- Mixes up teams / players about once in 6-7 overs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HINDI / URDU&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Characteristics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;- Something of a dialectician , employing the Thesis- Anti Thesis -Proof route to make his point&lt;br /&gt;- Excitable and with a marked predisposition towards saying “Taarif karni paregi”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sample&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;-"Aur yeh catch Rasel dwara……(animated / several decibels louder) DROP !!!!! Rasel yeh catch nahin le paye , yeh ek asaan sa catch tha …hala ki taarif karni paregi ki Rasel ne poori koshish to zaroor ki lekin nasafal rahe aur main samajhta hoon yeh Rasel dwara koi khaas fielding pradarshan nahi kaha ja sakta hain lekin taarif karni paregi …..” etc (*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frequency&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;- Says “Taarif karni paregi” about once in five minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) His partner’s rejoinder : “Oh absolutel&lt;em&gt;ay &lt;/em&gt;no&lt;em&gt;wh&lt;/em&gt;t….!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-1813305179269686376?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1813305179269686376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=1813305179269686376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1813305179269686376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1813305179269686376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1813305179269686376' title='Oh I say old chap , Taarif Karni Paregi , what !'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Rvua_PeZVkI/AAAAAAAAACw/cH2P_EhuSz8/s72-c/Hic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2192687944170724419</id><published>2007-09-19T11:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:40:01.167+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sachin Tendulkar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunfeast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDTV 24x7'/><title type='text'>Experience. Sponsors First.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RvDTPme4FkI/AAAAAAAAACE/4ryDpuwDiR0/s1600-h/bored3tattoos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111817842047063618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RvDTPme4FkI/AAAAAAAAACE/4ryDpuwDiR0/s200/bored3tattoos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After several fits and false starts in that direction , NDTV24x7 finally arrived at that Holy Grail of credible, hard hitting investigative journalism : product information. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The final question in a Sachin Tendulkar interview last night went something like this : "Sachin , why would you recommend Sunfeast to our viewers ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I missed Sachin's reply : as I was already at the grocery buying my nice pack of Sunfeast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2192687944170724419?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2192687944170724419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2192687944170724419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2192687944170724419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2192687944170724419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2192687944170724419' title='Experience. Sponsors First.'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RvDTPme4FkI/AAAAAAAAACE/4ryDpuwDiR0/s72-c/bored3tattoos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2149781908106882816</id><published>2007-09-17T15:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:40:01.398+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainy Day Dream Away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twenty 20 cricket world cup'/><title type='text'>Rainty 20 Day, Dream Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Ru5f9Wnm_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/vc-fUm-zsog/s1600-h/checkelephant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111128134760463634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Ru5f9Wnm_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/vc-fUm-zsog/s320/checkelephant.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A new survey conducted recently has revealed rain to be the biggest attraction for paying spectators of sporting events. According to the survey ,a whopping 83% of those polled say rain puts them in a philosophical frame of mind which they say helps negate some of the crass materialism all around .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Durban Thursday evening , large groups of spectators were seen soaking in the atmosphere , many cheering on the downpour as it washed out the India-Scotland fixture. Said Mahesh Sangalikar who has flown down from Mumbai to watch the series. “You see, I have spent around Rs.10 Lacs (around US$ 40,000) on this trip , so naturally I am very happy.”. His wife Manju added that she loved nothing more than the feel of rain on her head as she sat drenched in the stands. “It’s a wonderful feeling ..the thrill of staring at the covers on the pitch for hours on end is a truly special one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most spectators seem to agree. The play call-off announcement was greeted by a massive cheer that rang across the stadium. People were seen joyously hugging one another even as they reluctantly made their way back home. Martin Van Rip Offheimer sums it up : “We &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; enjoy the rain at home I suppose but it’s definitely more fun when you’ve paid a lot of money to enjoy it at the stadium !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not so lucky the following evening as play repeatedly interrupted rain during the India-Pakistan encounter. Said a visibly peeved Patricia Schoonderbeek : “Frankly , this is ridiculous ! No sooner do we begin to enjoy the rain than the players come on back to the field. We’ve paid good Rands for the cricket so its disappointing that the cricket should get in the way”. Things came to a head on Saturday at Johannesburg as a section of the crowd took to the streets in protest against the non –rain interrupted match that had finally unfolded. Riot squads had to be called in though it all eventually petered out without any untoward incident. Many felt this was the one damp squib in an otherwise satisfactory tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources say the findings have not come as a particularly big surprise for administrators who have more often than not got it spot on while planning games during the rainy season. On the rare occasion when they might have botched it up a bit , chance has inevitably come to the rescue by ushering in unseasonal showers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2149781908106882816?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2149781908106882816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2149781908106882816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2149781908106882816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2149781908106882816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2149781908106882816' title='Rainty 20 Day, Dream Away'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/Ru5f9Wnm_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/vc-fUm-zsog/s72-c/checkelephant.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-7173683372933300184</id><published>2007-09-13T13:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:40:01.493+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ulysses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Joyce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stream of Consciousness'/><title type='text'>James Joyce’s  Ulysses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RukLa2u8LoI/AAAAAAAAABk/kUn7kBQUsPM/s1600-h/Ulysses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109627808225439362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RukLa2u8LoI/AAAAAAAAABk/kUn7kBQUsPM/s200/Ulysses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is the purpose of life ? Why are we here ? Is there an afterlife ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the sort of thing we don’t have a clue about . They inspire awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a copy of James Joyce’s Ulysses on my bookshelf . It’s a clean white copy with beautiful cover art. Its bright glaze finish is cool and soothing to the touch , the ampleness of its volume evokes a reassuring feel of solidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;James Joyce’s Ulysses inspires awe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve had a go at it many times - and I have never had an effing clue . Not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it Stream-Of-Consciousness . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Strange !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best attempt has been the time I managed Page 1 without being swept away by a great stream of unconsciousness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-7173683372933300184?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7173683372933300184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=7173683372933300184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7173683372933300184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/7173683372933300184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7173683372933300184' title='James Joyce’s  Ulysses'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RukLa2u8LoI/AAAAAAAAABk/kUn7kBQUsPM/s72-c/Ulysses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-1584492103225186512</id><published>2007-09-12T12:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:40:01.699+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twenty 20 cricket world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instant gratification'/><title type='text'>Crystal Balls to Twenty20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109234341976485426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RuelkGu8LjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I2fLt1eRzPo/s200/2020worldcup.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The cricket money is chasing increasingly shorter versions of game. Time was when &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RuelVmu8LiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0GNyYy8jguQ/s1600-h/2020worldcup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;matches were played over an indefinite period. An Eng-Aus match in the 1800s apparently ran to nine days and ended only because the Aussies had to catch their boat home - the absence of a well developed in flight entertainment system meant there were no planes in those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We- unlike average match durations - have come a long way since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20/20 WC began yesterday. (Had Gayle lased a few overs longer it would probably have concluded yesterday as well). Three hour cricket matches ! What a spectacle and what a sight ! Lights , sexy cheerleaders , colours , sexy cheerleaders , Slam-Bam-Thank-You-Ajit runfests , sexy cheerleaders ….. Whoa ! It will go down a storm. As the philosopher has said (or was that a PowerPoint presentation ?) , this is the age of instant gratification - no wicked smirks please – and it can’t seem to get instant enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead , this is the evolutionary ladder that I just saw on my crystal ball (bought at at an instantly gratifying sale ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten 10 cricket&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Five overs of Powerplay , boundaries shortened , bowlers docked points for each wicket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five5 cricket&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Three overs of Powerplay , boundaries shortened further , wickets to cost bowlers match fee percentage , bowlers declared endangered species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three 3 cricket&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Two overs of Powerplay , boundaries at 20 yards , bowlers awarded special constitutional privileges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One1 cricket&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Four balls of Powerplay , boundaries at 15 yards , bowlers used by vets to treat cases of depression among mules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zero O cricket&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Match decided by the toss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minus One -1 cricket&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Same as One1 – only , each team now plays for the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh&lt;/em&gt; ? That one doesn’t sound very plausible. Let me check up on that crystal ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh , problem . Its a kookabulla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-1584492103225186512?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1584492103225186512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=1584492103225186512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1584492103225186512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/1584492103225186512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1584492103225186512' title='Crystal Balls to Twenty20'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/RuelkGu8LjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I2fLt1eRzPo/s72-c/2020worldcup.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590156051285834049.post-2646796918051966501</id><published>2007-09-10T11:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:48:05.300+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ram Gopal Varma Ki Aag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sixth Sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ODI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Will Survive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Nightclub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.Night Shyamalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brit pub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sholay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ram Gopal Varma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday – I Will NEVER Survive Summer Of ’69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The missus and I hit a club for probably the first time since the offspring’s arrival. Or rather , it hit us. The last time we’d visited this Asian nightclub , the Sri Lankan house band there had been really good. Things change . This band’s changed. New look , new line up , new output.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad&lt;/em&gt; output.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now , I am as staunch a feminist as any but I draw a line at &lt;em&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/em&gt; . The ease with which Madame Crooner turned this admittedly minor irritant into a major crime against humanity would rattle even the most battle hardened of bra burners. And when the rhythm guitarist / backing vocalist (whose off-key harmonies were always war clouds on the horizon) took center stage and unleashed Bryan Adams , it was made amply clear just how the very worst of my life these days really are .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing to this club had one very desirable outcome : it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stumbled some distance across town to a Brit Pub. The average table occupancy was around 30% . The average age of the customers was around 96 years which made me feel rather rum (the better half’s throat was feeling the beverage all evening anyway). Nothing like being youngest in a crowd – especially when you can’t remember the last time that happened ! One of the regulars joined the guitarist on stage and sang – quick , pinch yourself - Love Me Do. And , given the evening that had unfolded before this , we love him did. What’s more , I clean lasted Comfortably Numb , even going so far as to last it with a benevolent smile. In all fairness , the guitarist was decent. The Guinness was excellent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday – Ram Gopal Varma ki UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next evening was &lt;em&gt;Ram Gopal Varma Ki Aag&lt;/em&gt;. Hand it to Ramu : the man has intestine enough to tag his name for posterity to a piece of utter rubbish. This monumental three- hour waste of time , popcorn and cola calories compares to Sholay the way grapefruit compare to scooter mileage. Ramu is now in serious danger of outdoing M.Night who took around five years to get from Sixth Sense to nonsense. For Varma , its now Satya to nothing in nine. Buckle up Ramu : we’re behind you - though probably &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; in front of the ticket counter next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday – in which Aleem gives it to those ones (and those ones accept it well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And thence on to Lord’s. Where Foreign Finger sowed the initial seed of instability and the players thereupon proceeded to lovingly tend it to its natural fruitation. Yet another Finals story in the annals of Indian cricket. Not to read too much into an ODI series (especially in light of the Test series victory ) but an undeniable KLPD all the same. Having preferred - out of sheer superstition - to stay put at my desk over the choice of popping across with my colleagues to the building next door to watch the final five overs of the previous game , having subsequently lounged back in smug satisfaction at this act of willing fate to set up the series for a weekend decider and having spent Saturday morning expending copious quanta of &lt;em&gt;Joie de&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Vivre&lt;/em&gt; , this was a KL that took a bit of recovering from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm , what could be worse ? Babban playing for India as Heroo threatens to jump from the Lord's media centre and Ghungroo sings &lt;em&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/em&gt; ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Possibly , possibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590156051285834049-2646796918051966501?l=onthewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2646796918051966501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590156051285834049&amp;postID=2646796918051966501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2646796918051966501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590156051285834049/posts/default/2646796918051966501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewrote.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2646796918051966501' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Bhaskar  Khaund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15210899788967335638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3CaX7fohC4/SusisoyBDvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XWcXfFODlGg/S220/BKpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
