<?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-3737544</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:28:54.000+05:30</updated><category term='symonds'/><category term='child'/><category term='songs'/><category term='harbhajan'/><category term='athmiya'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='flight'/><category term='ageing population'/><category term='Vaidyanathan'/><category term='map'/><category term='leper'/><category term='moral argument'/><category term='gold'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='maleye maleye'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='Hand'/><category term='Mumbai'/><category term='resources'/><category term='Investment Banks'/><category term='Ballot'/><category term='Tinkle'/><category term='lead'/><category term='mother'/><category term='da Vinci'/><category term='protons'/><category term='Old Man'/><category term='New York'/><category term='earth hour'/><category term='US Presidential Elections'/><category term='Russian girl'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='prank'/><category term='music'/><category term='Earth Day'/><category term='World War'/><category term='adult'/><category term='australia'/><category term='Turkey'/><category term='Nasruddin'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Hodja'/><category term='economics'/><category term='Patton'/><category term='monkey'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='slavery'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='gambling'/><category term='violin'/><category term='Kunnakudi'/><category term='blasts'/><title type='text'>Theory of Knowledge</title><subtitle type='html'>Disclaimer: This is a private blog. The thoughts are my own and for my own reading and amusement. I may chose to write in 3rd person format but doesn't mean it is addressed to others. Visitors to my blog can read what they wish but the buck stops there. If I write something stupid, its for me alone. My stupidity! You can't have it :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-6181711993768848188</id><published>2009-04-23T20:47:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:29:25.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hand'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The HandAt best guess, he was barely in his 40s but it seemed as if age had rushed past him. But for him, it was as if everything else moved with time and his life was stagnant. Day in and day out he would limp from car to car, knocking on the rolled up windows (and many would roll them up as he approached) begging for alms. Those in bikes would ignore him and look elsewhere; those in auto's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6181711993768848188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=6181711993768848188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/6181711993768848188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/6181711993768848188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2009/04/hand-at-best-guess-he-was-barely-in-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-5859350016892450332</id><published>2009-04-22T10:03:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:21:14.155+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Day'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Earth DayMother's day :-)A single mom who has billions of children, works relentlessly day and night, and still remains the most gorgeous :-)How often do we look at our planet as an equivalent to our mom? Treat her as such? Lost in the myriad of galaxies, stars and planets she continues her journey. Within our solar system she is just a speck and yet it is on this speck of dust that life, as we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5859350016892450332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=5859350016892450332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5859350016892450332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5859350016892450332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day-mothers-day-single-mom-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/Se6fpJDciHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ukPzc2l7g6Y/s72-c/saturn_earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-7424372685504401075</id><published>2009-04-08T10:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:31:15.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasy FlightWhen Jet Airways announced the boarding call for the flight from Delhi to Bangalore, I was busy reading Tinkle comics - something that I purchase every time I board a flight. Within seconds the queue had stretched itself into a slithering boa snake. It's beyond me as to why people push and shove to get into the flight considering that it won't take off till the last person has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7424372685504401075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=7424372685504401075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/7424372685504401075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/7424372685504401075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-jet-airways-announced-boarding.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-5534049595869844893</id><published>2009-04-06T12:18:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:59:23.502+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral argument'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morals vs EconomicsRecently when Bangalore jumped in and joined thousands of other cities in celebrating (?) the earth hour, it got me thinking about the great media coverage of this symbolic display of love towards our planet. Symbolic because I really don't think it made a difference to the power consumption - at least not in India. While Bangalore plunged in darkness the pumpsets in the rural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5534049595869844893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=5534049595869844893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5534049595869844893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5534049595869844893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2009/04/recently-when-bangalore-jumped-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-8930782396347786609</id><published>2008-12-02T18:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:18:05.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Words of ComfortI think almost everyone in the world who has been watching news and witnessing the tragedy that occured in Mumbai has been left with a sense of shock and disgust at the mindless massacre that has happened. Over the last few days a lot of people have come up to me and expressed their sympathy and it is poignant to see the genuineness of their words.Last evening I had stopped by at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8930782396347786609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=8930782396347786609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/8930782396347786609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/8930782396347786609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-almost-everyone-in-world-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-5564270770766764693</id><published>2008-11-10T09:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:37:06.873+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US Presidential Elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballot'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>US Presidential Ballot PaperOne of my friends is an American citizen and I had a chance to see the physical US Presidential ballot paper. Thought it would be nice to scan and share with all of you. This is the image of the official absentee ballot for the state of Massachusetts and I am assuming other states will have similar style and structure. I like the fact that they give you an option to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5564270770766764693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=5564270770766764693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5564270770766764693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5564270770766764693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/11/us-presidential-ballot-paper-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SRezOxxocRI/AAAAAAAAALg/TTBGEhw-hFc/s72-c/mass_absentee_ballot.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-7276780603492452365</id><published>2008-10-11T23:27:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:11:31.201+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='map'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting perspection...Found this image on the net and I thought it was a wonderful way to look at the world. Especially for those who love cinemas. (click on image to see the larger version)Here is the link to the pic: http://strangemaps.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/worldmap_film.jpgTried to get it pop-up but some glitch. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7276780603492452365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=7276780603492452365&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/7276780603492452365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/7276780603492452365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/10/interesting-perspection.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-1609958209453799879</id><published>2008-10-07T08:37:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:18:50.724+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ageing population'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Investment Banks'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inherent gamblers  Investment banks are dead. Or are they? Investment banks may have shut shop, sold their pants to someone, or let someone else share their trousers but is the American habit of ‘investment banking’ dead? That habit of gambling on the markets, creating money out of thin air, packing and re-packing BBB rated bonds in a magical way such that they come out the other side as AAA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1609958209453799879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=1609958209453799879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/1609958209453799879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/1609958209453799879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/10/inherent-gamblers-investment-banks-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SOraNJ0GRRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s8sXLXKA5qg/s72-c/800px-Uspop_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-142760048691090900</id><published>2008-09-16T23:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:44:25.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Operation BAD... or BADR?Many newspapers carried reports about how terrorists sent out messages to the media that they have accopmplished 'Operation BAD' with BAD representing Bangalore, Ahmedabad and Delhi. But considering that most of these terrorist activities are associated to an organization called Al-Badr, with the emails also being signed off as Al-Badr, it doesn't take a genius to figure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/142760048691090900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=142760048691090900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/142760048691090900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/142760048691090900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/09/operation-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-5433412941437600547</id><published>2008-09-15T09:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:12:23.160+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasts'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live for today!Saturday, the 13th of September, was my first weekend in Delhi. I have probably visited Delhi about 30 odd times in the last two years but most of my visits have been for a day. I fly in very early in the morning and catch the late night flight back to Bangalore. On odd occasions I have stayed for an extra day but never got a chance to see Delhi per se. I felt guilty everytime I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5433412941437600547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=5433412941437600547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5433412941437600547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5433412941437600547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/09/live-for-today-saturday-13th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-6727274181089383949</id><published>2008-09-09T12:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:21:00.051+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaidyanathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kunnakudi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shri Kunnakudi Vaidyanathan(1935 - 2008)The legendary maestro is no more. I am too small a person to even attempt an obituary. Probably it isn't right either because people who have heard him play the violin will never forget the music, the mannerisms and his on-stage charisma. Heaven will now have a  richer music. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6727274181089383949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=6727274181089383949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/6727274181089383949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/6727274181089383949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/09/shri-kunnakudi-vaidyanathan-1935-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SMYqVLd7e4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FEkYxM7ag7E/s72-c/kunnakudi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-2604421116095968179</id><published>2008-09-07T10:58:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:50:46.611+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da Vinci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lead to GoldIn the movie Hudson Hawk, Bruce Willis saves the world from an economic meltdown from a rich lunatic who wants to turn lead into gold. The idea is to flood the world with so much gold that most of the world's currencies, which are backed by a nation's gold reserves, become worthless. The question is... is this possible - to turn lead into gold? Leonardo da Vinci apparently knew how to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2604421116095968179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=2604421116095968179&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/2604421116095968179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/2604421116095968179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/09/lead-to-gold-in-movie-hudson-hawk-bruce.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-2811549726789747161</id><published>2008-09-05T20:12:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:30:58.169+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='athmiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maleye maleye'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ಮಳೆಯೇ ಮಳೆಯೇ...ಮಳೆಯೇ ಮಳೆಯೇ ಒಂದೇ ಸಮನೆ ಬರಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಮೆರವಣಿಗೆಎಲೆಯ ಎಲೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ, ಹನಿಯ ಹನಿಯ ಚಂದ ಬರೆವಣಿಗೆಎಲ್ಲರ ಮನದ ಮಾಡಿನ ಮೇಲೆ, ಮೆಲ್ಲಗೆ ಚಲಿಸಿ ಮೋಡದ ಮಾಲೆಲೋಕವೇ ಸುಂದರ ಮಧುಶಾಲೆ ಇನ್ನುಮೇಲೆಮಳೆಯೇ ಮಳೆಯೇ ಒಂದೇ ಸಮನೆ ಬರಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಮೆರವಣಿಗೆಎಲೆಯ ಎಲೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ, ಹನಿಯ ಹನಿಯ ಚಂದ ಬರೆವಣಿಗೆ ೨ಹೊಲೆಯ ಮುಂದೆ ಕೂತು ಬೆಚ್ಚಗೆ ಮುರಿವ ಹಪ್ಪಳವೆರಡು ಈ ಮಳೆಕಾಡು ನಾಡು ಸೇರಿ ಸ್ನಾನಕ್ಕೆ ನಿಂತ ಸಪ್ಪಳ ಮಾಡೋ ಈ ಮಳೆಅಂಜಿಕೆ ಮರಿಸುತ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಹರೆಯೇ ಜೋಗುಳ ಹಾಡೋ ಈ ಮಳೆಗಿಡ ಮರವೆಲ್ಲ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2811549726789747161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=2811549726789747161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/2811549726789747161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/2811549726789747161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-5069876879943342776</id><published>2008-08-31T10:07:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:59:03.967+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nasruddin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinkle'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mullah NasruddinI believe most of us in India grew up reading Tinkle comics. Apart from Tinkle, Amar Chitra Katha and Indrajal (Phantom, Mandrake et all) there weren't many comics. Oh yeah...there was Chacha Chaudhary too. But Tinkle remained my all time favorite. Over the years some of the characters in Tinkle comics have sort of become legends by themselves - Supandi, Shikari Shambu, Kalia the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5069876879943342776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=5069876879943342776&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5069876879943342776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/5069876879943342776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/08/mullah-nasruddin-i-believemost-of-us-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SLopz2mgW0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/AQcdZtKnr4s/s72-c/nasreddin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-2045807471166441473</id><published>2008-08-23T22:47:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:59:14.534+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lest we forget...how lucky most of us are!Reminds me of one of my posts that I wrote years ago!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2045807471166441473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=2045807471166441473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/2045807471166441473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/2045807471166441473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/08/lest-you-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SLBMFM2SaoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qDmd9H3OTQw/s72-c/best2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-2291058618758197438</id><published>2008-07-25T04:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:58:41.139+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russian girl'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memorable JourneyAmerican Airlines Flight 4662, Boston to New York, had a scheduled departure time at 3.05pm. My friend had dropped me off at Logan airport by 1.30 pm. The good thing about Logan airport is that there are hundreds of rocking chairs for you to rest and watch the runway as planes land and take off. I had grabbed a sandwich and a frappacino mocha. With more than an hour to kill, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2291058618758197438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=2291058618758197438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/2291058618758197438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/2291058618758197438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/07/american-airlines-flight-4662-boston-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-1207216280796235830</id><published>2008-01-08T09:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:51:58.064+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symonds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harbhajan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cricketing ControversyI am putting up two pics for the help of those who are trying to understand what is happening in the cricketing world right now. Harbhajan called Symonds a "monkey". Symonds went and complained against Bhajji that he made a 'racist' remark. Frankly, unless Symonds is related to Tarzan, I don't see how one can term the word 'monkey' as racist. Derogatory yes... but racist? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1207216280796235830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=1207216280796235830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/1207216280796235830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/1207216280796235830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2008/01/cricketing-controversy-i-am-putting-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/R4L2A3TRC7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RAJOwtocu5k/s72-c/monkey1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-431478905955944294</id><published>2007-06-19T14:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:19:10.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cap on H1B visas tantamount to local subsidy?Since 2003, there have been raging debates in the USA about developing countries (read US competitors) using exchange rates as a mechanism of giving indirect subsidies to the home country exporters. To my knowledge the law makers in US have even approached the WTO to consider artificial exchange rate mechanism as an indirect subsidy and as such qualify</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/431478905955944294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=431478905955944294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/431478905955944294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/431478905955944294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2007/06/cap-on-h1b-visas-tantamount-to-local.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-1574313335463947982</id><published>2007-03-18T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:09:33.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How brain stores the words we learn... A Hrae one day rdiiluced the shrot feet and solw pcae of the Torotsie, who rpeleid, luagihng: "Thoguh you be siwft as the wnid, I wlil baet you in a rcae." The Hrae, bleeiivng her cahlelnge to be smilpy ipmpsosbile, agered to the porpsoal; and tehy argeed taht the Fox sohlud chosoe the cuorse and fix the gaol. On the day apopitned for the rcae the two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1574313335463947982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=1574313335463947982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/1574313335463947982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/1574313335463947982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-brain-stores-words-we-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-4828398003650874170</id><published>2007-02-18T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:38:35.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Search for Intelligent LifeWhere do we search for intelligent life? Forget mankind – because there isn’t any. But is it out there in the Milky Way? Or in the millions of other galaxies that dot this vast universe? Or is it deep inside the oceans – the realms of which we know far less than what we know about Pluto. Statistically the probability that there is intelligent life out there in space is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4828398003650874170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=4828398003650874170&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/4828398003650874170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/4828398003650874170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2007/02/search-for-intelligent-life-where-do-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-8893897851633496753</id><published>2007-02-09T10:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:00:18.465+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tale of Two Towels!!Last week I had traveled to Delhi where I was put up at a pretty comfortable hotel that charge up-market rates for pretty much everything. Now I have this habit of carrying my own towels even though I am aware that most hotels these days provide their own bath linen. Unfortunately during this trip, just when I was about to check out of the hotel, I realized that my towels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8893897851633496753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=8893897851633496753&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/8893897851633496753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/8893897851633496753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2007/02/tale-of-two-towels-last-week-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-116089174823884377</id><published>2006-10-15T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:29:22.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did Dinosaurs really exist? A few days back I read an article about finding the fossils of a giant camel. The camel's bones were found in Syria and are circa 100,000 years old. This has naturally got the minds of the archaeaologists ignited and are ecstatic about the find. Funnily this has been the only such find anywhere in the planet and even in this vicinty, where this fossil has been found, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/116089174823884377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=116089174823884377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/116089174823884377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/116089174823884377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2006/10/did-dinosaurs-really-exist-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-115684432749315016</id><published>2006-08-29T15:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:08:47.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will philately as an art survive in the 21st century?I remember my younger days, especially growing up in a small town, where receiving and mailing letters was an event in itself. Living in the outskirts of the town, it was usually late in the afternoon when the postman would come and shout ‘post’ in his usual gruff voice that would shake everyone from their siesta and rush to see what mail the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/115684432749315016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=115684432749315016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/115684432749315016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/115684432749315016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2006/08/will-philately-as-art-survive-in-21st_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-115421062936004861</id><published>2006-07-30T03:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:40:52.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life hath no shortcuts... When I was in the school I always thought why in the world, we should study so much. Call it immaturity or the rebel of a young blood, I used to always look for an opportunity for short cuts to do my homework, assignments, tests, exams etc. Right up to my college I didn’t change much. Looking back I think my college years were the most formative years of my life because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/115421062936004861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=115421062936004861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/115421062936004861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/115421062936004861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-hath-no-shortcuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-115255937954601029</id><published>2006-07-11T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:57:27.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obsession about size.Infosys occupies more space than probably some of the villages in India. In fact it would not be surprising if all of Infy land was put together it would probably be bigger than some of the small well known towns. In Karnataka alone the company already has circa 400 acres in its possession and it has requested for another 845 acres. The governments of Andhra, Kerala, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/115255937954601029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=115255937954601029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/115255937954601029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/115255937954601029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2006/07/obsession-about-size.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-115248530361349660</id><published>2006-07-10T04:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:59:18.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some meat about meets... One thing I really hate about the corporate world is meetings. I get called into so many meetings, sometimes I wonder if I really need a desk to work out of; I might as well have my desktop PC located in one of the meeting rooms and work from there. And what do you know – it is the way to succeed. Whether you make a useful contribution or not in the meeting, your presence</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/115248530361349660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=115248530361349660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/115248530361349660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/115248530361349660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-meat-about-meets.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-113565393012062948</id><published>2005-12-27T08:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:55:40.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts on populationOne of the biggest failures in the Indian history, and probably the costliest too in monetary terms, has been the “hum do hamare do” policy. When India gained independence it had 345 million people, mostly in the rural area, and less than a quarter of them were healthy enough to make any meaningful contribution to the GDP. It took less than 50 years for the country to notch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/113565393012062948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=113565393012062948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/113565393012062948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/113565393012062948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2005/12/thoughts-on-population-one-of-biggest.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-109703762428790416</id><published>2004-10-06T10:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:49:22.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you guess the size?!One obvious feature in the human body, though less frequently noticed, is that there exists symmetry. More visible is the vertical symmetry wherein if the human body were to be sliced from centre of the head and down to the back orifice, one would get an almost perfect two halves. Most of the organs, barring the heart, would be found in each of the halves. Heart by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/109703762428790416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=109703762428790416&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109703762428790416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109703762428790416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2004/10/can-you-guess-size-one-obvious-feature.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-109522464036242871</id><published>2004-09-15T10:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-15T10:34:00.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The American press is a funny creature.Like a roadside dog to be precise; it attacks the wrong people most of the time. Petty thieves, rogues and ruffians are free to roam in front of it but anyone who is even remotely organized in appearance get a snarl, growl and a bite! If one takes the time off to read the headlines of American press it is not difficult to see the steady diet of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/109522464036242871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=109522464036242871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109522464036242871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109522464036242871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2004/09/american-press-is-funny-creature.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-109429906477748886</id><published>2004-09-04T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-04T17:27:44.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where are the Human Rights activists?Beslan (Russia): 350 people dead of which more than 200 are innocent little lives. What crime had they done in this society to be the victims of a politicial blunder? Scenes on the television were horrifying with little kids running out of school in the midst of bomb blasts and cross fires – many naked, hungry and too traumatised to know which direction they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/109429906477748886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=109429906477748886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109429906477748886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109429906477748886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2004/09/where-are-human-rights-activists.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-109401417546385751</id><published>2004-09-01T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-01T10:19:35.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changing Times Humans are astonishingly lazy species. I have noticed that in my office people prefer to wait long periods for the lift to arrive so that they can avoid walking up (or down)  just one flight of stairs. They like to order the office boy to get them a glass of water even when the dispenser is hardly 5 steps away from them. They prefer to make a call to their colleague in the next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/109401417546385751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=109401417546385751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109401417546385751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109401417546385751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2004/09/changing-times-humans-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-109160700905947305</id><published>2004-08-04T13:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-04T13:40:09.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Up yours!It actually began when the French lost a war with the English some 600 odd years back. The French believed that their soldiers who rode on horses and fought at arms distance were far superior (at least morally) to the English archers who preferred to stay on a high rise and use their longbow. But moral superiority doesn’t always win battles and hence the French were irritated beyond </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/109160700905947305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=109160700905947305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109160700905947305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109160700905947305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2004/08/up-yours-it-actually-began-when-french.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-109150681846138321</id><published>2004-08-03T09:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-03T09:51:26.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cross this Wall.We all know that progress comes at a price. Many a times the generation that sacrifices for the sake of progress will not even get to savor the fruits. Take for instance the city of Bagalkot in North Karnataka. When the Almatti Dam was built a few years back, and later the height of the dam was raised, entire city with a population of half a million got submerged in the waters. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/109150681846138321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=109150681846138321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109150681846138321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109150681846138321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2004/08/cross-this-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-109024073539495589</id><published>2004-07-19T18:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-19T18:08:55.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Visting the old turf again!  After much contemplation, I have decided to restart my blog. Its been eons since I posted anything on the web or had a major discussion on any topic. I look forward to having some wonderful time while I learn many more interesting things from all of you.  Next update - quite soon :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/109024073539495589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=109024073539495589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109024073539495589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/109024073539495589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2004/07/visting-old-turf-again-next-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90701623</id><published>2003-03-14T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-14T15:45:37.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'll always say, you were a friend of mine..."When I first walked into this office, I was nervous. I was apprhensive. I didn't know how my team would accept me. I guess most people get that feeling when they go to a new job and I was no different. But my team, they were superb. They gave me a nick name the moment I stepped in. Everyone calls me 'malteser' (they melt in your mouth and not in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90701623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90701623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90701623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90701623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/ill-always-say-you-were-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90642290</id><published>2003-03-13T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-13T16:40:45.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more reason... I lurvveee America ;-) Hehe.. I have been reading with gales of laughter as my fellow brethren in the US House of Representatives start behaving like the Shiv Sainiks. Well to cut the story short, the House in the US has decided to rename "French Fries" to "Freedom Fries" in order to show their protest against the French people for not supporting the US in the war.  Around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90642290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90642290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90642290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90642290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/one-more-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90578471</id><published>2003-03-12T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-12T15:26:57.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just realised...That I am immortal !!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90578471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90578471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90578471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90578471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/just-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90523035</id><published>2003-03-11T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-11T20:12:00.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voices from Iraq.BBC talks to six Iraqi people. It is a good reading for people who want to find out what the Iraqis really think about the war. Here are a few snippets. Emanuel Shamoun: "The years of sanctions on us here have made things very difficult for me and all ordinary people. The economy is ruined. It is very hard to make a living. Everyone is like me - working all our waking hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90523035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90523035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90523035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90523035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/voices-from-iraq.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90512913</id><published>2003-03-11T15:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-11T15:10:08.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hitler - an avatar of Vishnu?"Savitri Devi's journeys convinced her that India would be receptive to the pagan culture of Nazi regime which she believed was embodied in the person of Hitler, the latest avatar of Vishnu. How different after all was Brahminical culture - with its endless fears of contamination from those lower down the racial hierarchy - from Nazisim? Was there not, Savitiri Devi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90512913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90512913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90512913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90512913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/hitler-avatar-of-vishnu-savitri-devis.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90446139</id><published>2003-03-10T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-10T14:16:18.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lessons from North KoreaWarmongers and the so-called ‘liberators of the oppressed people’ will continue to look up to Bush as a Demigod sent from heaven. He is, according to them, the chosen one to dole out the manna and guide the suffering people to the Promised Land. Or rather, convert their existing deserts into that. Pacifists on the other hand will look at him as the co-brother of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90446139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90446139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90446139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90446139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/lessons-from-north-korea-warmongers.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90229890</id><published>2003-03-06T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-06T21:38:26.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chuck...Murali...outOk Australians face Sri Lanka tomorrow at the Super-Sixes. I am sure despite all the smiles on their faces, there will be a lot of bad blood in the air between the teams. All because of one man's elbow. I mean if it wasn't for Muttiah Muralitharan's bowling arm, I am sure both Aussies and Lankans would have got along just fine. Remember the number of no-balls Murali "threw</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90229890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90229890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90229890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90229890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/chuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90172442</id><published>2003-03-05T18:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-10T14:18:04.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The saga of my life continues...On October 1st 2000, on a crisp autumn afternoon, I landed for the first time in London. On that day there was anxiety and hope. Anxiety because I was in an alien land, pursuing a costly course in a prestigious institution backed by a huge debt. Hopeful because I had the confidence that one day I would come out of it stronger and better. Few months into my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90172442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90172442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90172442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90172442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/saga-of-my-life-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90121187</id><published>2003-03-04T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-04T22:56:23.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is ToK?Hmm.. have any of you people wondered why I changed the name of my blog from "Maltesh's Avatars" to "Theory of Knowledge"? Well ToK was actually a subject that I studied when I was in Kodai school. It was not a graded subject but it was just one of those options that I could take to get my required amount of credits. I never have regretted the decision of taking that course :-) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90121187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90121187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90121187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90121187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/what-is-tok-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90042271</id><published>2003-03-03T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-04T22:14:06.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How many dead Iraqi’s – IIThe author of this article (via Shanti), Fred A Kaplan, goes on to state that two of the widely circulated reports make erroneous assumptions when they attempt to calculate the number of people who will die in the upcoming war. In fact he terms it as GIGO – garbage in, garbage out. His chief argument is that America this time is out to oust Saddam and not take out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90042271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90042271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90042271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90042271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/how-many-dead-iraqis-ii-author-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-90004321</id><published>2003-03-02T23:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-02T23:07:24.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Couple more reasons why I love US of AThe first one is the abyssmal level Amercia stoops to in order to always win. The Observer  reveals the dirty tricks that America is up to in order to win the vote on Iraq war at the UN. Basically US is trying to increase surveilance which involves interception of the home and office telephones and the emails of UN delegates. So what is new in Americas' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/90004321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=90004321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90004321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/90004321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/couple-more-reasons-why-i-love-us-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89963645</id><published>2003-03-02T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-03-02T00:50:24.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rubbing it in...A few seconds after India whipped Pakistan...*ring ring* *ring ring*Her: HelloMe:  Hi... hey it was a great game uh... Her:  *silence*Me:  Oh! sorry.. Lila... I was actually trying to call someone else yaar. I was calling all my Indian friends and congratulating our win against Pakistan. Her:  ass****Me:  Ahaha ha ha.  Her:  *click* (puts the phone down). Lila is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89963645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89963645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89963645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89963645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/03/rubbing-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89906860</id><published>2003-02-28T21:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-28T22:04:58.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read my lipsProbably the best song video I have seen for a long time. Watch this.Starring George Bush and Tony Blair ;-) Better to download the whole song. Length 1m:16s Size: 3.83MB (yeah I know it's a bit large).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89906860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89906860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89906860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89906860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/read-my-lips-probably-best-song-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89892394</id><published>2003-02-28T14:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-28T14:55:30.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cave dwellers!A few days back I put up a post about the extraordinary precautions America is taking with regard to any likely terrorist attacks. The website Ready, lists out various measures an individual or family should take in the event of a bio-terrorist attack. When 9/11 happened America went all out against Osama and his cronies. They bombed their way right up to the Tora Bora caves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89892394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89892394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89892394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89892394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/cave-dwellers-few-days-back-i-put-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89841607</id><published>2003-02-27T20:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-27T21:02:27.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New WTC designIt is out and offical. The new building that will go up on the site where once stood the World Trade Center has been chosen. The German design has been approved by both Governor George Pataki and Mayor Michael Bloomberg. The official announcement will come out in about half hour from now. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89841607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89841607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89841607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89841607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/new-wtc-design-it-is-out-and-offical.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89839282</id><published>2003-02-27T20:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-27T20:19:53.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somethings which money can't buy...Sporting an Indian cricket teams' offical jersey: £15Tickets to the India vs England match: £50Trip to South Africa: £1,500Sitting inside a 22-story building, flocked with Englishmen, and sending an email saying "We kicked your ass..." to over 3,000 goras: PRICELESS!! There are some things which money can't buy. For all such things, I rely on the bugsy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89839282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89839282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89839282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89839282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/somethings-which-money-cant-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89763659</id><published>2003-02-26T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-26T13:39:22.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Half knowledge is worse than no knowledgeHere is CNN's transcript. Here is the BBC's.  That is how this website starts off in its outburst against the disparity between CNN and BBC with regard to the transcript of Hans Blix's address to the UN Security Council. Of course, CNN eventually put back the complete version of Blix's statement after receiving complaints from numerous people. If you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89763659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89763659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89763659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89763659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/half-knowledge-is-worse-than-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89698310</id><published>2003-02-25T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-25T13:35:34.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get ready!!This lady criticises me that I don't say one good thing about USA. The truth is I never got an opportunity to say anything good about USA because all these days I have been ranting about the war. And in that context I hate USA. When it comes to promotion of science, I love USA; when it comes to the speed at which justice is delivered, I love USA. When it comes to suing McDonald's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89698310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89698310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89698310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89698310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/get-ready-this-lady-criticises-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89651522</id><published>2003-02-24T22:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-24T22:27:11.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is she?There once was a girl called TaniaWho blogged that she was soon to be a kanyaMaybe that’s why she is not aroundAnd her blog’s been without any soundCoz she is counting smiles in her new duniya! Any of you who used to read her blog feel that she might have tied the knot and hence the silence??-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89651522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89651522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89651522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89651522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/where-is-she-there-once-was-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89634542</id><published>2003-02-24T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-24T16:08:41.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How markets react to crisisIn one of my earlier posts I had shown a graph of how the Indian markets have been performing better than their western counterparts. While browsing the net in search of financial articles relating to first Gulf war, I came across an interesting article which I thought would be worthwhile to share with all of you. The article speaks of how markets have rebounded after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89634542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89634542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89634542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89634542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/how-markets-react-to-crisis-in-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89595412</id><published>2003-02-23T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-23T17:58:58.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who said there is order in chaos?Vidya Subrahmanian in her article for TOI, analyses the gravity of the situation while America divides the world between order and disorder. As usual a few teasers. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-The clash of civilisations theory is back in circulation, though now suitably amended to take care of such non-Islamic surprises as North Korea. Writing in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89595412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89595412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89595412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89595412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/who-said-there-is-order-in-chaos-vidya.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89547188</id><published>2003-02-22T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-22T17:09:28.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We always budge from budgetSwaminthan writes an interesting piece on budget in this article.  I feel it’s incomplete since he mentions about budgets in other nations but doesn’t delve fully into how far they stray from their national budgets. I personally don’t think other countries are any holier than India when it comes to not sticking to budget allocations. I know for sure UK doesn’t. A few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89547188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89547188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89547188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89547188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/we-always-budge-from-budget-swaminthan.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89487022</id><published>2003-02-21T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-21T14:31:13.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAW capabiltiesA Pakistani columnist Gp Capt SM HALI examines the historical capacity of Research &amp; Analysis Wing (RAW) of India to conduct clandestine operations. You can read the full article here. Below are a few snippets to entice you to read it even though it is quite a long article.   -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-The vision of the Arthashastra, is truly breath taking, its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89487022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89487022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89487022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89487022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/raw-capabilties-pakistani-columnist-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89433345</id><published>2003-02-20T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-20T20:15:23.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>History repeats itself?"I heard a bang, followed by another big bang, and then I saw flames and smoke on the hills," says a villager who witnessed the plane that crashed and killed the commander of Pakistan's air force, Air Chief Marshal Mushaf Ali Mir, his wife and several senior officers.  Reuters story.Former dictator of Pakistan, Gen Zia Ul Haq, also died under mysterious circumstances. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89433345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89433345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89433345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89433345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/history-repeats-itself-i-heard-bang.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89419182</id><published>2003-02-20T12:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-20T12:38:04.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The debate continues...Off late I have been seeing interesting news about how Iraqi exiles support the war. The surprise (to me) came on Tuesday night in the form of one-hour debate on Channel 5 in UK. The debate was between two women – one an Iraqi exile and the other a current resident of Iraq who is in London for medical treatment. The panel also included two editors of national newspapers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89419182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89419182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89419182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89419182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/debate-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89294891</id><published>2003-02-18T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-18T17:04:03.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok before I put up my post for the day, here is an update. Changed my blog template because the images of TC, Shrek and Gandalf failed to show. I guess Ranchoweb has deleted the image which Suku made for me. I loved the old template and Suku thanks for being sweet enough to make one for me :-) Now I have switched to a template which doesn't rely on any images. Plain and simple :-) I guess most of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89294891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89294891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89294891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89294891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/ok-before-i-put-up-my-post-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89238260</id><published>2003-02-17T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-17T20:38:00.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to switch offWanted to post something about war today. I spent a large part of the weekend reading about Iraq's past and America's involvement with that country over the ages. I wrote a looonnng post just for today and when I finished the last sentence, I just felt I was wasting my time. Off late I am getting tired talking about war. So I am just going to shut up for a while and enjoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89238260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89238260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89238260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89238260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/time-to-switch-off-wanted-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89081015</id><published>2003-02-14T13:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-14T13:54:33.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A season full of reasonsKhushee sent me this poem today. I don't know if she wrote it or if its a forwarded mail, but I thought I would share it with you. Its the V-Day and the air is full of bombs.. err.. poems ;-) To the tune of 'If you're happy and you know it..."If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.If the terrorists are frisky,Pakistan is looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89081015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89081015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89081015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89081015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/season-full-of-reasons-khushee-sent-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-89023957</id><published>2003-02-13T15:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-13T15:14:39.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a shameWhat a shame indeed. Shame for humanity and for cricket. Finally England had its way of not playing in the Zimbabwe during this world cup. I have spoken loudly and debated against this issue with my colleagues here in London. And to be honest they are more confused than I am. Maybe it is me who needs a lesson in logic and reasoning (I can see some of you agreeing whole heartedly by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/89023957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=89023957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89023957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/89023957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/what-shame-what-shame-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88961183</id><published>2003-02-12T12:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-12T12:50:31.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To hang or not to hang...I don't know how many of you have read Perry Mason books but if you get a chance I would recommend you to give it a try. I have read most of the series and I enjoyed them thoroughly. A couple of days back while watching some comedy on TV, the host interviews a Perry Mason impersonator (btw, Perry Mason was a fictional character like Sherlock Holmes). The host begins by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88961183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88961183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88961183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88961183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/to-hang-or-not-to-hang.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88902098</id><published>2003-02-11T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-11T14:16:43.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The making of Second BloodSeriously, how long do you think it will take the people of Hollywood to come up with a movie on Iraq war? I have a feeling the bloody part of the war will be over quite quick.  Of course there will be a bit of cleaning up or trashing the odd soldiers who put a puny resistance. But should the war start on say March 6th, I presume it will be over by end of May.  You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88902098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88902098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88902098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88902098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/making-of-second-blood-seriously-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88841539</id><published>2003-02-10T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-10T14:39:28.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AtlantisAtlantis. What a nice word. The first time I heard that word was in 1995, when I got my own copy of the PC game "Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis". I played that RPG for many weeks before I completed it. And only after completing the game did I bother to go look up an encyclopaedia what Atlantis is all about.  Some say Atlantis was an island while some say it was an entire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88841539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88841539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88841539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88841539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/atlantis-atlantis.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88699272</id><published>2003-02-07T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-07T16:47:49.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Truth behind this warI was planning to post something completely different today but after reading Shanti’s blog I had a lot to say and before I forget, I want to jot them down. I know most of you are sick and tired of my war posts, but hey its war time – so I might as well join the bombardment. Ok let’s start off with Saddam. I agree in toto that he is a lunatic, maniac, et all to the power </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88699272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88699272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88699272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88699272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/truth-behind-this-war-i-was-planning.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88639922</id><published>2003-02-06T14:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-06T14:58:40.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting dreamsNow I am the type of person who dreams on a daily basis - or nightly basis if you like (mind you, I do day dream a lot) but I am not the type who will remember the dreams in the morning. Last night was an exception - more so because I woke up because of my dream.  To be honest I dreamt twice last night - maybe more but I recall only two of them. The first one was about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88639922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88639922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88639922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88639922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/interesting-dreams-now-i-am-type-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88580527</id><published>2003-02-05T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-05T14:06:03.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gulf war and the stock markets When Iraq invaded Kuwait, the markets were shattered - and I mean the stock markets. The reason was that it was an unexpected move by Iraq and it took most market players by surprise. In the days that followed the nervousness, the uncertainty and the concerns on the economic impact literally forced the market makers to squeeze out any juice left in the stock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88580527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88580527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88580527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88580527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/gulf-war-and-stock-markets-when-iraq.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88520231</id><published>2003-02-04T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-04T13:45:17.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War criminalsArticle 6 of the "Constitution of the International Military Tribunal" charts out three different types of international crimes:Crimes against peace:           (i) Planning, preparation, initiation or waging of a war of aggression or a war in violation of international treaties, agreements or assurances;           (ii) Participation in a common plan or conspiracy for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88520231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88520231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88520231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88520231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/war-criminals-article-6-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88462498</id><published>2003-02-03T13:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-03T20:08:04.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does advertising pay?The daily routine: I go to bed wearing an advertised nightdress and plop my head on the advertised pillow. I wrap myself in advertised sheets and advertised quilts and eventually drift towards sleep. I wake up in the morning when my advertised alarm clock beeps. I put on the advertised sandals and head towards the bathroom. I pick up the advertised toothbrush and apply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88462498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88462498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88462498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88462498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/02/does-advertising-pay-daily-routine-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88315493</id><published>2003-01-31T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-31T13:06:35.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Less said the better"Speakers housed in the fighter pilot's helmet give advice and information in a calming, authoritative female voice. The pilots' nickname for it is 'Nagging Nora'. Just one of the innovative ideas from BAE Systems that help to make the world a safer place."  "Our newly invented radar homing beacon alerts the coast guards to locate people lost at sea. It also assists our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88315493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88315493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88315493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88315493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/less-said-better-speakers-housed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88258457</id><published>2003-01-30T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-30T14:36:25.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courage or stupidity – part 2 All these days I have put up posts stating that I oppose war in every possible sense. Last night I punished myself to think if there was anything good that this war would bring - even from an American point of view. Long ago someone said, "If you want peace, prepare for war". My last night’s thoughts could be summarised in that sentence. No. This doesn't in any way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88258457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88258457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88258457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88258457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/courage-or-stupidity-part-2-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88208424</id><published>2003-01-29T21:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-29T21:09:39.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fractals in the fourth dimensionWhen I first laid my hands on "A brief history of time" by Stephen Hawking, I was amazed at the concept of the fourth dimension. The fact that we all live in a three dimension world need not be stressed. It is also widely believed in the scientific community that time is the fourth dimension. It is very difficult, if not impossible, for man to imagine things in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88208424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88208424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88208424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88208424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/fractals-in-fourth-dimension-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88148013</id><published>2003-01-28T15:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-28T15:37:10.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little robbersThis happened a few years back here in the UK. I forget the town where it happened but I know for sure it wasn't London. One fine day two little kids walked into a bank with an intention to rob it. One of them was a seven year old girl and the other, her brother, was aged five years. I'm sure you have all noticed how there is just a small gap between the glass panel and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88148013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88148013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88148013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88148013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/little-robbers-this-happened-few-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-88088565</id><published>2003-01-27T15:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-27T15:03:50.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comparison of IndicesI hope the picture is clear. Just wanted to show you that Indian indices (BSE - sensex, and the Nifty) both have been cosistently outperforming the FTSE 100, and are at par to the Dow Jones index. The last 10 days has seen FTSE being wiped off by nearly 10%. Ok let me make it simpler. Suppose I had $2000 with me and I invested on Jan 1st 2001, a thousand in FTSE and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/88088565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=88088565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88088565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/88088565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/comparison-of-indices-i-hope-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87946863</id><published>2003-01-24T13:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-24T13:43:07.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gulf war - Act 2, Scene 1 So what's up with all the UN inspectors checking hundreds of sites every week? They visit remote areas and Saddam's palaces and still they come up with nothing? Are USA / UK cooking up bunch of lies or is it that their secret services have not done their homework? Does Saddam have weapons of mass destruction (WMD's) or not? Something fishy is going on here.  From the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87946863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87946863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87946863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87946863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/gulf-war-act-2-scene-1-so-whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87890463</id><published>2003-01-23T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-23T14:53:17.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Appearance never equals reality - final part“A pirate? On a ship?” gasped the boy.“Yes. I know it sounds ghastly but I have refined now.”“Oh! I’ll say.” The boy kept looking at him. The old man lowered his face, raised his eyebrows, “you are free to leave me Dolan.”There was a long silence. “Why did you tell me now?” asked the boy.“I don’t know. I really don’t. I guess I will find out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87890463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87890463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87890463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87890463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/appearance-never-equals-reality-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87834800</id><published>2003-01-22T16:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-22T16:38:00.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apperance never equals reality - part 3The old man and the boy were startled.“But..but..we were not doing that. We were just resting” the old man mumbled.“Resting? Is that what we pay you for?” she screamed.Just then the matron entered her room and asked if everything was ok. “No! Nothing is ok in this house. Looks like these two were planning to steal something. Else why would they dare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87834800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87834800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87834800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87834800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/apperance-never-equals-reality-part-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87774328</id><published>2003-01-21T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-21T16:59:07.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This story is going to turn out longer than I expected. Hope you don't mind.Appearance never equals reality - part 2That night the old man and the boy slept soundly – in the comfort of finding a new friendship. As the morning dawned the boy woke up to find the old man sitting and drawing lines on the sand. “What’s your name boy?” the old man asked without looking at him.“Dolan” “Dolan. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87774328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87774328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87774328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87774328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/this-story-is-going-to-turn-out-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87720159</id><published>2003-01-20T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-20T14:58:46.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anya has asked me to write up a fairy tale. In turn I have asked her to post something on politics. Here is my attempt at a fairy tale. It's not complete and I shall post the rest as and when I complete it. Appearance never equals reality - part 1Long long ago in a place far far away, when the world was much younger than it is today, there lived a small boy in a village called Locke. The boy’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87720159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87720159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87720159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87720159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/anya-has-asked-me-to-write-up-fairy.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87581342</id><published>2003-01-17T14:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-17T14:20:23.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Knock Knock... My flatmate and I are splitting to different houses at the end of this month. A conversation between us while watching TV...  Me Will you remember my friendship an hour from now?Him (raising eyebrows) of course I willMe Will you remember me at the end of the day?Him Hmmm yeah...Me Will you remember me at the end of the week?Him snickering I think soMe Will you remember me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87581342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87581342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87581342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87581342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/knock-knock.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87524561</id><published>2003-01-16T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-16T15:32:49.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What makes me happy  Sometimes I think life is nothing but a pursuit of happiness. Yes we all want to eat good food, dress well and be admired etc etc, but what really makes us happy is different for all of us at different stages of life. Last night I was thinking of what really makes me happy. Or rather what events in my life have really made me happy.  I guess if I go back all the way to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87524561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87524561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87524561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87524561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/what-makes-me-happy-sometimes-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87478752</id><published>2003-01-15T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-15T21:03:13.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few jokes  How to make life simpler1. Old telephone books make ideal personal address books. Simply cross out the names and addresses of people you don't know. 2. Lose weight quickly by eating raw pork and rancid tuna. The subsequent food poisoning/ diarrhea can enable you to lose 12 pounds in only 2 days. 3. Avoid parking tickets by leaving your windshield wipers turned to fast wipe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87478752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87478752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87478752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87478752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/few-jokes-how-to-make-life-simpler-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87464240</id><published>2003-01-15T12:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-15T12:50:13.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh people - you reap what you sow!! What a furore these English people make on the subject of playing in Zimbabwe during the world cup. But I fail to grasp why the common wealth countries like ours and Australia should support and make such a big issue out of this.Ok ok.. so we are trying to uphold our ideals and point out to the world that our sportsmen will not play in a country that is so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87464240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87464240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87464240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87464240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/oh-people-you-reap-what-you-sow-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87410013</id><published>2003-01-14T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-14T15:17:41.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harris, Ayesha, Panna and I :-) I know this is a bit late, but hey better late than never ;-) I have been wanting to write this but finally the nudge from Anya (and a complete blank of new ideas on what to write today), is forcing me to write up on my meeting with fellow bloggers. And before I proceed, let me warn that the Panna I speak of is my cousin and the not this Panna whom I found on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87410013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87410013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87410013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87410013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/harris-ayesha-panna-and-i-i-know-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87343082</id><published>2003-01-13T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-13T13:16:13.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More pseudos Ok ok, I know I rant a lot but this was something that I had to talk about. Now I have heard of people who are concerned about ethical treatment of animals but this article took the cake. In fact they took the cake and ate it too - if you know what I mean.  In brief the article is about PETA trying to raise the general awareness among public the inhumane (or rather in-animale, if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87343082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87343082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87343082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87343082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/more-pseudos-ok-ok-i-know-i-rant-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87209038</id><published>2003-01-10T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-10T13:36:26.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pseudo Indians Back in India our office had a car driver. His name was Shafi and he was a very honest person and would do his work with utmost sincerity. Never did he complain one bit about anything. But there was only one fault that I hated about him; his ardent support for Pakistan. Be it cricket or any other sports he would openly (yes, openly) support Pakistan. I asked him once why he did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87209038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87209038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87209038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87209038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/pseudo-indians-back-in-india-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87154939</id><published>2003-01-09T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-09T12:52:06.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Money pennyIs money bad? Personally I don't think so. It's what people do with money that can be classified as good or bad. There is an old saying "it's easier to get a camel through the eye of a needle than it is to get a rich man into heaven". But I do know many rich people who are equally humble and never flaunt their wealth. They are also averse to using their wealth or money to bring upon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87154939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87154939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87154939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87154939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/money-penny-is-money-bad-personally-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87103811</id><published>2003-01-08T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-08T14:09:10.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange freaky incidentIt snowed again last night. Not as heavily as the night before. The met fellows had said it would be heavier than ever before but they got their predictions wrong. But it was much much colder and probably that's the reason it didn't snow. There are a couple of tiny waterfalls and a small canal that flows next to my house. But a large part of it had turned to ice. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87103811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87103811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87103811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87103811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/strange-freaky-incident-it-snowed.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87052045</id><published>2003-01-07T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-07T14:38:55.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bathroom with a view :-) I wake up every morning at 5:15 so that I can hit my desk by 7am. I take my own sweet time doing my morning chores. I can wake up however early I want but I can never hurry through the morning tasks. I need at least fifteen minutes for the dump (just long enough to turn an Archie’s comics through) and another 15 minutes for brushing and shaving (while I admire my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87052045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87052045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87052045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87052045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/bathroom-with-view-i-wake-up-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-87012069</id><published>2003-01-06T22:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-06T22:09:39.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bugsy strikes!Ok what do you guys see in the image below? Of course it's not as apparent as it seems. It's an illusion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/87012069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=87012069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87012069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/87012069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/bugsy-strikes-ok-what-do-you-guys-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-86999921</id><published>2003-01-06T15:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-06T15:16:39.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work, work, work... Today is my first day at work for the year. Walked in here at precisely 6:55am after braving the early morning cold weather. I had put on three layers of warm clothes but still the wind seemed to be able to easily penetrate and freeze my bones. I hate it when my ears freeze. It hurts a lot as they thaw when I enter a warm room.  No one from my department had yet arrived. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/86999921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=86999921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/86999921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/86999921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/work-work-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-86955903</id><published>2003-01-05T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-05T14:38:26.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To India and back again...I am back. I sort of went on a hiatus without actually telling that I was going on one :p The last 21 days have been really great. I went to so many places and yet I felt that I have been staying in one place. I guess that's the feeling we get when we return to India - the whole place seems like just one big thing. My last update on the blog was on 16th December. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/86955903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=86955903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/86955903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/86955903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2003/01/to-india-and-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-86110273</id><published>2002-12-16T20:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-12-16T20:04:41.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holidays - ISorry that I have been so lazy in blogging. Its just that I am trying to stay as far from the computers as possible :p As it is I get only a few days holidays and I would like to savour it to the maximum extent. Well this is the story so far. Got into my flight in London at 8:30am and it was freezing and miserable. I couldn’t see any part of London as we took off as the mist was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/86110273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=86110273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/86110273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/86110273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2002/12/holidays-i-sorry-that-i-have-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-85883204</id><published>2002-12-12T13:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-12-12T13:16:23.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Sweet Home...I'm all excited. Seriously I am. Another 24 hours I will be flying over Europe. Another 48 hours I will have zipped across Bangalore - said hello to few of my friends and at this exact Indian time I will be on the train to go to my town. Along with me will be my cousin and a long time friend. We all know each other since the time we learnt to wear chaddi. My cousin and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/85883204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=85883204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85883204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85883204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2002/12/home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-85829615</id><published>2002-12-11T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-12-11T14:24:35.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duck that lays golden eggsThat was one of my favourite stories when I was a little kid. The story about the farmer having a duck that laid one golden egg a day. And the farmer thought that there must be a treasure of golden eggs inside the ducks stomach and in his greed he cuts it up and finds that there is nothing. Evidently this story has been around for too long and even our dumb ass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/85829615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=85829615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85829615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85829615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2002/12/duck-that-lays-golden-eggs-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-85774260</id><published>2002-12-10T14:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-12-10T14:45:38.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do we all see the same colours?Iris. The complex structure of cells through which we see this entire world. And like our finger prints it has its own unique shape and design for each of us, giving us an unique identity. Why am I saying all this? Well look at it this way - does an uniquie iris for each of us mean that we all see different colours? Yes we all see a variety of colour but do we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/85774260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=85774260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85774260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85774260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2002/12/do-we-all-see-same-colours-iris.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-85718972</id><published>2002-12-09T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-12-09T14:25:22.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry that I haven't blogged for the last couple of days. Been a tad lazy along with the last minute shopping that I have to do before I head home for a nice break :-) Another 5 days and I will be eating Idli and Sambhar in Bangalore :-)) I read Suku's post today about the differentiation between people. It reminded me of a dumb American that I met while I was studying in US. Those who read my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/85718972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=85718972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85718972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85718972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2002/12/sorry-that-i-havent-blogged-for-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737544.post-85583042</id><published>2002-12-06T13:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-12-06T14:03:26.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 100 days of Blogging :-) Lets just go back 500 odd years in time and its astonishing how fast mankind has developed and degraded itself. No no this is not another one of my rants but I am just amused. Let me take you through a few things that happened on Dec 6th over the years. In 1492 after months of sailing on the sea Columbus heard the sweet words "Land Ahoy!" just when he was about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/feeds/85583042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737544&amp;postID=85583042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85583042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737544/posts/default/85583042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maltesh.blogspot.com/2002/12/my-100-days-of-blogging-lets-just-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Teshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867065949333596206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsREUjbEeK4/SagUQOebheI/AAAAAAAAANA/tvXQuznEMk8/S220/IMG_0131small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
