<?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-792936087699665905</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:07:07.768+05:30</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Bluetooth'/><category term='Biking'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Browser'/><category term='short story'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Royal Enfield Bullet'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Observations'/><title type='text'>Parking lot</title><subtitle type='html'>The parking lot of thoughts from the highway of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-8801355868449753720</id><published>2011-06-24T11:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:40:42.785+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Lessons from a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is something totally innocent about how a child perceives the world. Being able to accept things and move on to the next without thinking about something which is in the past endlessly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe our mental fibre becomes less elastic as we grow older.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-8801355868449753720?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/8801355868449753720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=8801355868449753720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/8801355868449753720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/8801355868449753720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2011/06/lessons-from-child.html' title='Lessons from a child'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-8079539659840825954</id><published>2011-06-23T14:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:50:51.905+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><title type='text'>Development</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As I look out of the window I see very little greenery around. What is the price of our development? An area couple of miles square is home to atleast 500,000 people who might not ever get to hear the melody of a myna or the chirrup of a sparrow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Crammed into ever decreasing personal spaces, jostling towards our workstations like salmon heading up stream for some vague purpose wired into the primordial recesses of our minds. Is there something which we are missing in our maddening rush for development?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Every interaction is dissected; every word, a carefully constructed artifice, how do I score a point, put someone in their place, show who is the boss, this is not development. No shared coffee, no laughter from the heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is this development, sometimes I am not so sure of that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-8079539659840825954?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/8079539659840825954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=8079539659840825954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/8079539659840825954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/8079539659840825954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2011/06/development.html' title='Development'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-5476355511841213582</id><published>2011-03-05T13:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:24:09.069+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4 mi run/walk, 20 pushups, 20 sit-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A start?&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/792936087699665905-5476355511841213582?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/5476355511841213582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=5476355511841213582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/5476355511841213582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/5476355511841213582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2011/03/steps.html' title='Steps'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-2603975813015406324</id><published>2009-11-26T04:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:45:19.649+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Float</title><content type='html'>How often do we simply float through life and not realize what is happening. Days blend into weeks, then into months and then to years. Life becomes a series of small events that flare up briefly like fireflies at dusk and disappear almost as soon. The simple pleasures of existence or the banality of it. I think it depends on which way you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to think about what the people trapped in a building on siege a year ago would have felt. Their lives which probably had achieved  a lot more held against the whims of a few people who had'nt achieved anything in life. Who even remembers any of the other killers? What would their victims have traded for a mundane future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are what remain, of shock, disbelief, anger directed at various people - the media who plunged into gory detail often doing more harm than good, the chest thumping fanatics who disappeared when the rubber had to meet the road, the sheer futility of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as they say goes on, babies are born, people die, memories remain and we like fireflies flare briefly in the dusk and move along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-2603975813015406324?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/2603975813015406324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=2603975813015406324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/2603975813015406324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/2603975813015406324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2009/11/float.html' title='Float'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-6762349995399993615</id><published>2009-08-20T01:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:22:10.557+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do I have to lose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;15 kilograms of lard to begin with – 33 pounds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dragged myself to the gym and had an assessment done. Lots of work and I need to focus on getting it done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The instructor/physio at the gym was quite cool about the whole thing, the flunking of the various fitness test – is it the marines test of how many sit-ups, pushups and squats you can do in a minute?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyhow, I have my work cut out ahead of me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-6762349995399993615?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/6762349995399993615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=6762349995399993615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/6762349995399993615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/6762349995399993615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-i-have-to-lose.html' title='What do I have to lose?'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-7542623747120564485</id><published>2009-08-18T17:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:23:04.578+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Frisk me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I find this whole drama pertaining to Shah Rukh Khan being detained in a US airport for an hour of questioning slightly nauseating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is definitely a certain amount of profiling which gets done to determine frisking, this can be biased. However, to make such a big ruckus about it seems more self serving publicity than genuine outrage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As a sovereign nation, the US has a right to dictate what it’s security policy should be and really should not need to apologize for enforcing that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For all his newly minted doctorate, Shah Rukh Khan is simply an actor (hammy in my opinion, but an entertainer). Delusions of grandeur might be more the case or even clever marketing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Someone of Abdul Kalam’s stature, which is more than Shah Rukh or most of us can even aspire to become, accepted the frisking as part of his travel. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its time we grew up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-7542623747120564485?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/7542623747120564485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=7542623747120564485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/7542623747120564485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/7542623747120564485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2009/08/frisk-me.html' title='Frisk me'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-8032423794089027811</id><published>2009-04-14T23:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:35:49.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He lay on the thin mattress, his back feeling every bump on the uneven floor. His heart pounded in a frenetic rhythm as he tried to clamp down on the uneasiness that spread like a stain from his belly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This cannot be happening to me, shrieked his brain, sounding like a drawn out wail on a cliff top. The panic grabbed his heart as he heard footsteps pounding up the stairs, faster and faster bringing his doom upon him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He willed the door not to open, half knowing that it was flimsy protection at best. His intuition did not fail him as the door slammed open letting the sunlight flood through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Yes” she said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peace returned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-8032423794089027811?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/8032423794089027811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=8032423794089027811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/8032423794089027811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/8032423794089027811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2009/04/knock.html' title='Knock'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-5101203101982136165</id><published>2009-01-12T12:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:41:30.451+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Puzzling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why does one gain weight when working out? I know I am eating healthy, working out in the gym..and I still gain weight. Hmmmm….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What keeps me from totally freaking out is that I feel fitter than I have felt in a long while. The treadmill is my friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-5101203101982136165?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/5101203101982136165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=5101203101982136165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/5101203101982136165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/5101203101982136165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2009/01/puzzling.html' title='Puzzling'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-9177278006389099963</id><published>2008-09-03T18:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:23:03.579+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>His scars itched unbearably, his mirth coming out in maniacal laughter. Only the laughter was in his head, filling the emptiness inside. He craved it, his life existed as a game, a game where there would be only one winner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The countless hordes milling around had no sense of the injustice about the prison they have trapped themselves in, with their stupid morality and even stupider rules, playing a game that came up with rules faster than they were assimilated, until there was nothing left but rules, dropping out of the sky and into you, like so many dust mites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He licked his cracked lips, there is so much help they need, they need to know freedom, but they resist. He shrugged, perhaps there is only sport left to be made of these herds. Making their little plans and laying them out in so much array, like children from a forgotten childhood, making sand castles only for him to land on them and scatter them. Sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm.... the laughter filled him up again as he thought of 'his' latest plan. Play along, play along, a hop, skip and a jump and whoopee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The above is a peek into the mind of the Joker as played by Heath Ledger in the Dark Knight. Completely fictional.&lt;/span&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/792936087699665905-9177278006389099963?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/9177278006389099963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=9177278006389099963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/9177278006389099963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/9177278006389099963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-7325579433546809550</id><published>2008-09-02T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:05:18.266+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Browser'/><title type='text'>Chrome - the fastest browser in the West</title><content type='html'>OK, I got carried away by the title, but Chrome from Google is fast, seriously fast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available for download at &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chrome"&gt;http://www.google.com/chrome&lt;/a&gt;, this browser can seriously challenge IE and the timing looks suspiciously like a gauntlet thrown at Microsoft around the time Internet Explorer 8.0 beta 2 is out for public download.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am typing this post on Blogger using Chrome and barring a few connectivity issues to the Blogger server and a small blip when it said cookies were disallowed when in fact it was, the browser is purring along just fine, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing that strikes you after you do the rather quick download and install is the clean and minimalistic interface. This is what a clean browsing experience should look like IMHO. The Settings and the Page control icons are at the top right and the Google logo is visible only when you run it in default mode, maximize it and there is no logo. This is a refreshing change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tabbed browsing is supported by default and in a rather cool manner, thumbnails of frequently visited sites are displayed when you open a new tab. No more trying to figure out the site you visited from the history folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another option which I found interesting is the incognito window, which allows you to launch the browser in a mode that prevents any history from being maintained of your visit. Now what would I do with that. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The settings page is clean and uncluttered with minimal options and the ability to change the settings and view of just the tab your browsing and not of the entire browser experience, neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The language encoding is extensive with support being offered for languages like Thai and Cyrllic. I'd rather use Auto-Detect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most stand out feature for me so far has been the speed at which pages load, I have seen reviews on ZDNet and a few other sites which compare various browsers, but I'd take those with a pinch of salt. Developers have been optimizing for browsers for a long time now and a new browser is going to take time to gain acceptance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Microsoft is the undisputed leader in the browser space, commanding a huge share simply by virtue of being the default on the most popularly distributed operating system. It remains to be seen if Google can catch up and overtake FireFox and then take on Internet Explorer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lines are drawn and the battle for the control of your interface with the Web begins in earnest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-7325579433546809550?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/7325579433546809550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=7325579433546809550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/7325579433546809550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/7325579433546809550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/09/chrome-fastest-browser-in-west.html' title='Chrome - the fastest browser in the West'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-2538823313380394029</id><published>2008-09-01T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:44:07.079+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royal Enfield Bullet'/><title type='text'>The Thumper</title><content type='html'>When I was much younger, which feels like a long while ago, I was fascinated by the thump and presence of the Bullet, that venerable old warhorse that came out of the World Wars in England. The 350 cc Bullet started life in 1939 made its way to India around 1949 and started being made in India around 1955. Why the history lesson? Just that there appears to have been precious little changes in this baby since about then. The basic seems to be around the same.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming back to moi, after pottering around on a 50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cc&lt;/span&gt; moped and then a 125 cc experimental engine, I finally got my hands on a 350cc beast. That was the start of my love affair with this bike. There is something so distinctive about each bike, a character, if you may call it so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You develop an attachment that is difficult to describe except that when you are on the bike and riding, a calm settles in and the miles begin to melt. Not to mention, the tinkering with the parts and the whole involvement thing of getting your hands greasy and wondering where that darned nut went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now face a question that I must answer, do I buy another Bullet or succumb to the fiber body, digital speedometer, the supposedly insane speed, handling and the various blandishments (gorgeous women dropping out of the sky or swooning when macho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stud boy&lt;/span&gt; pulls a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stoppie&lt;/span&gt;) that project a certain image to the bike and by association the rider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Methinks I will think on that while I go for a ride on my borrowed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thumper&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/792936087699665905-2538823313380394029?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/2538823313380394029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=2538823313380394029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/2538823313380394029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/2538823313380394029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/09/thumper.html' title='The Thumper'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-4065899654329509069</id><published>2008-08-31T20:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:22:50.449+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluetooth'/><title type='text'>Bluetooth</title><content type='html'>The other day I was swapping pictures with someone using my phone. I switched on the B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luetooth&lt;/span&gt; and hey presto! I could see her phone and receive pictures and send pictures to my laptop. All this thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put in simplistically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; is a wireless standard that allows different devices (phone, laptop etc.) that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; enabled to send data across short distances. That is both the advantage and the disadvantage of the technology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The short range makes it ideal to set up PAN (Personal Area Networks) comprising of a few devices connected together in a peer to peer fashion. There is no overhead of a central server needed to manage this network. The cost of using a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; device is lesser compared to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cost of&lt;/span&gt; a a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WiFi&lt;/span&gt; network or the inconvenience of a fixed point network like a LAN (Local Area Network).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The disadvantage is that the range itself proves to be a determining factor with connectivity fading rapidly as distance increases. The amount of data that you can transmit is also less as the device/software has to chunk the data into smaller bits and frequency hop using a secure, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unlicensed&lt;/span&gt; bandwidth called ISM 2.4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GHz&lt;/span&gt; (Industrial, Scientific and Medical). There are efforts underway to improve this on many fronts and has led to several versions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; 3.0 standard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other rather cute factor with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; is that its a standard decided by a consortium of companies called the Special Interest Group (SIG) involved in various sectors like IBM and Motorola. The gain for them is that they achieve interoperability which in today's networked world means the key to survival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/792936087699665905-4065899654329509069?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/4065899654329509069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=4065899654329509069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/4065899654329509069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/4065899654329509069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/bluetooth.html' title='Bluetooth'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-404279844494971004</id><published>2008-08-30T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:25:17.169+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>SHAM - is it for real?</title><content type='html'>Read excerpts from a book called 'Sham: How the Self-Help Movement Made America Helpless' by Steve Salerno. Very disturbing insights into what is now an $8 bn a year industry. Who would have known. BTW .. SHAM apparently stands for the Self Help and Actualization Movement - quite helpful for an acronym - is this for real?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author follows the money trail laid down by several of the popular evangelists of the self help commune and I think it is so because you typically see these blurbs written by other 'gurus' on a new book that it changed his/her life and will transform you into whatever you wish to be. But, on the whole the industry thrives on selling a rather simple home-spun truth wrapped in a couple of hundred pages of mumbo jumbo and workbooks and action plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The business apparently thrives on the books and the ancillaries - the workshops,  the seminars, the personal coaching, the productivity assets, mugs, t-shirts, fridge magnets..phew, the list goes on. Why then do we buy this stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The industry taps into the confused nature that is prevalent today, no one wants to be branded as not with it, kind of like the metrosexual male thing doing the rounds these days. Someday when I have a bit of time I want to dig into the etymology of the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming back to the book, it read in portions like a rant but there is no disputing certain facts that there is no single book that claims to have it all, once your in your hooked on it. I recognize that I am one of these too, but I feel that if I get a single usable idea out of the book then its worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ancillaries for me please, thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-404279844494971004?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/404279844494971004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=404279844494971004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/404279844494971004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/404279844494971004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/sham-is-it-for-real.html' title='SHAM - is it for real?'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-6848383296900639356</id><published>2008-08-30T08:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:25:17.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>When two minutes is too long!</title><content type='html'>Breezed through 'the one minute manager' by Ken Blanchard and Spencer Johnson. A very interesting book, written on the premise that the common management functions of goal setting, getting team buy in, monitoring and the reward/reprimand activities can be performed in a minute or less.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our daily work lives we come across many situations where we dawdle so long that the point gets lost. We are often verbose and end up confusing all parties concerned. This book details how to get around this problem and maximise our productivity (the magic word!) and deliver that manna.. more time to spend on things that are really important in our lives like family and investing time on ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beef with this is that the solutions offered are too simplistic, it does not take into account the dynamics of the communication between the manager and the report and also does not deal with personality types. Another gap is that it does not take into account the priority of the situation or the inevitable conflicts and their resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 paise - start off with this technique and play it by ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-6848383296900639356?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/6848383296900639356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=6848383296900639356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/6848383296900639356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/6848383296900639356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-two-minutes-is-too-long.html' title='When two minutes is too long!'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-4620162113872989124</id><published>2008-08-28T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:26:09.376+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><title type='text'>Running shoes?</title><content type='html'>I despair to find a single running store in Hyderabad, India. Why do Nike, Reebok, Adidas et all open showrooms and staff them with people who cannot determine what shoe would be best for one's foot type and stride?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried running in my regular sneakers and ended up with a bad case of shin splints, orthotics is a far cry methinks. R &amp;amp; D on the internet at places like Runners World yields up names but its no substitute for an expert fitting you real-time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder if there are any running stores in Bangalore.. hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-4620162113872989124?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/4620162113872989124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=4620162113872989124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/4620162113872989124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/4620162113872989124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/running-shoes.html' title='Running shoes?'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-633729218323172983</id><published>2008-08-28T10:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:25:17.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Argumentative .. me?</title><content type='html'>Started reading The Argumentative Indian by Amartya Sen, this calls for a rather different approach to reading. I find myself debating quite a few of the assumptions the author works from. I know he is supposed to be a Nobel Laureate and a Harvard professor etc, but something does not ring right with the logic propounded in the book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post a more detailed critique once I am done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-633729218323172983?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/633729218323172983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=633729218323172983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/633729218323172983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/633729218323172983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/argumentative-me.html' title='Argumentative .. me?'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-4693650985111874276</id><published>2008-08-26T19:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:25:17.171+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Time to inject some GTD juice into my life</title><content type='html'>Trying to implement a GTD (David Allen's Getting Things Done) implementation in my life. I need to get more organized and as is said in the book, if I can leverage a couple of tricks from this book then it would help. Maintaining a complete GTD system seems time consuming, even though the author claims it will help with the chaos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I intend to use Microsoft OneNote 2007 for my implementation and if it works will post some learnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-4693650985111874276?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/4693650985111874276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=4693650985111874276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/4693650985111874276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/4693650985111874276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-inject-some-gtd-juice-into-my.html' title='Time to inject some GTD juice into my life'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-6199292589762585763</id><published>2008-08-26T09:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:25:48.699+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Who was the Dark Knight actually?</title><content type='html'>How often does the villain manage to upstage the hero in a movie named after the hero. Heath Ledger's Joker does so and how!. Easily the best Batman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;villain&lt;/span&gt; in a long time and I do remember Jack Nicholson as the Joker. What I would give to know what was his inspiration for this character.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every facial expression had a meaning, the tics and the angles loaded with menace, improbable humor and the impression of a feral beast restrained only by a thin thread every second. Mind blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian Bale was a poor rodent pitted against the villains and the supporting crew. Michael Caine as Albert and Morgan Freeman as a rather subdued Lucius Fox strolled through their parts effortlessly. The thespians managing to convey meaning with subtle expressions and smiles. Aaron Eckhart as Harvey Dent felt like a pain in the wrong place though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Defenitely DVD worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-6199292589762585763?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/6199292589762585763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=6199292589762585763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/6199292589762585763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/6199292589762585763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-often-does-villain-manage-to.html' title='Who was the Dark Knight actually?'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-483634209971565262</id><published>2008-08-25T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:25:48.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda - A Jackie chan movie in animation</title><content type='html'>Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Jackie Chan Kung Fu movie&lt;br /&gt;- dollop of extra humor&lt;br /&gt;- clean cut animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the humor to the movie, layer on the animation to make sure that it appears an animated flick, add the secret ingredient - Angelina Jolie, albeit voice only. Repackage and release with cute merchandise and you get Kung Fu Panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit disappointed to be honest after getting to watch the movie. Granted the comedy was good, but the makers should have realized that serving an audience a Jackie Chan movie would reduce the innovation factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incompetent hero gets put in a position where he has to save the world/village/school..etc. No one gives him a chance until some words of wisdom or some experience knocks the desire into him. Then there is the mandatory training and the eventual face off in which the hapless hero is thrown into, his colleagues/teachers/random passer-bys beaten into submission by the unbeatable villian. The hero nearly meets his end but pulls himself together to deliver the knockout blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story in 77 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-483634209971565262?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/483634209971565262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=483634209971565262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/483634209971565262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/483634209971565262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/kung-fu-panda.html' title='Kung Fu Panda - A Jackie chan movie in animation'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-8983153244619159688</id><published>2008-08-23T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:01:29.218+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><title type='text'>Ripples</title><content type='html'>Clear water, touched by the wings of a dainty butterfly speckled with myriad colours. Ripples across the surface startling. A beat of wings. Calm returns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-8983153244619159688?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/8983153244619159688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=8983153244619159688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/8983153244619159688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/8983153244619159688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/ripples.html' title='Ripples'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-3378267284943812935</id><published>2008-08-22T19:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:50:12.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Red Light</title><content type='html'>He sat on the pavement, watching the cars whiz past. The smoke stung his eyes and he used the dirty sleeve of his shirt to wipe his face. The throng eases and he steps forward, cautious not to appear too eager. His eyes scan the occupants rapidly before alighting on the one he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not seem to notice his existence, her eyes fixated on the compact mirror she is looking at. He loves the startled look that his insistent tapping on the window generates, he watches as she takes in his appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights turn green and the car moves away as in slow motion, leaving him with a vacant smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definitely looks better on screen, he decides and walks away slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-3378267284943812935?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/3378267284943812935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=3378267284943812935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/3378267284943812935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/3378267284943812935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/red-light.html' title='Red Light'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792936087699665905.post-528878821416911701</id><published>2008-08-21T20:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:33:35.612+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My new home</title><content type='html'>My road back to blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792936087699665905-528878821416911701?l=loup-v2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/feeds/528878821416911701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792936087699665905&amp;postID=528878821416911701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/528878821416911701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792936087699665905/posts/default/528878821416911701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loup-v2.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-home.html' title='My new home'/><author><name>Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05612990277919606442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
