<?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-17885237</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:46:11.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out, down the street ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113988852931813045</id><published>2006-02-13T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:42:09.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Faking It !</title><content type='html'>I was just surfing the internet in my hotel room, simultaneously surfing the channels on TV and stumbled upon this program on ABC called "The Bachelor Paris" and as the program moved on, it got me more irritated and restless, which has now prompted me to vent it out in this post. The theme of this program is basically one guy dating (and checking out) 3 hot women in search of true love. Smell something? Well, I saw it. TRP does matter, and how some people just cant fake it on TV. With luxorious hotels and outings, fancy dinners and candles and every now and then one of the sexes proclaiming something from his or her agenda (to find true love), its just so PLASTIC. I really do not understand how all this talking (and thinking), which is supposed to be intimate, private can be thrown at your face, with you having to gulp down most part of it with a smirk. There are personal interviews, questionaire sessions, group expressions all of which seem made up, and trust me when I say that all this actually sells. Everything it seems goes by a certain script which at some points is highly predictable. Anyhow, this guy is getting on my nerves. How can one guy try out 3 hotties at the same time and still get away with one at the end? Stop faking it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113988852931813045?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113988852931813045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113988852931813045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113988852931813045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113988852931813045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2006/02/stop-faking-it.html' title='Stop Faking It !'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113741368719172496</id><published>2006-01-16T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:15:09.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sehwag Unlimited</title><content type='html'>I can't help myself not to write down something about Virender Sehwag a.k.a the Sultan of Multan a.k.a the Nawab of Najafgarh. This "jaat" has changed the face of Indian Test cricket so dramatically that now whenever he crosses the 30-40 run mark, Indian faces light up and prepare for a lengthy show of fireworks. I have been following Sehwag's first innings knock against Pakistan (1st test of India's tour at Lahore) and I am short of adjectives to say the least about the manner in which he literally executed each Pakistani bowler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has always been a cliche or jinx attached to an Indo-Pak match (test, one-day...even hockey), but Sehwag doesn't get affected by anything. To my understanding his logic is simple and elementary. I am sure the following would be a list of questions he would be asking himself on the day of batting in any test match,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q - Had milk or enough food? A - Yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q - All cricketing gear worn? A - Yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q - Bat selected? A - Yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q - Ball sighting ok? A - Yes, will wait for bowler to bowl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q - Bowler fast/medium pace? A - Yes. Yippie, hit only 4s.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q - Like the ball being bowled? A - Yes, will square-cut OR No, will anyhow try square-cut or other shot or leave/defend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q - Bowler spinner? A - Yes, argh...spinners can't bowl to me, hit as many 4s and 6s as possible (I can't possibly suggest what he thinks when he plays spinners).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The basic methodology remains the same. "Make as many runs in as many 4s and 6s possible, without running too much".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason/Explaination - Don't want to get too tired or before the bowler refuses to bowl, take advantage and make as many runs. I also may not get to bat later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what our understanding used to be when we played cricket as kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113741368719172496?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113741368719172496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113741368719172496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113741368719172496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113741368719172496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2006/01/sehwag-unlimited.html' title='Sehwag Unlimited'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113472458746985391</id><published>2005-12-16T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T04:16:28.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Samurai...</title><content type='html'>Indian Cricket is in limelight again. What has taken away the shine and accolades from India's recent test win against the Lankans is not another cricket controversy but a huge blunder on the part of the selection committee. The manner in which Saurav Ganguly, the disposed Indian captain, has been &lt;a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/indvsl/content/story/229537.html"&gt;shown the door&lt;/a&gt; is reckless, unprofessional and above all disgraceful. I believe, as most people would, that leading a national team in any sport is a moment of honor and pride. No matter how poor a former-leader's past performances have been, he should always deserve a respectful exit. Like Samurai warriors, who are given a choice to end their own lives when defeated in a battle, SG should have been presented with such a option. An option of either standing up again, fighting until a glorious end or a graceful salute on an appropriate exit. SG has a lot of cricket left in him and I am sure he will work hard and fight his way back into the team but the scars of the battle he lost will remain forever etched in his psyche. All the best "Prince of Kolkata".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113472458746985391?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113472458746985391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113472458746985391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113472458746985391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113472458746985391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/12/like-samurai.html' title='Like a Samurai...'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113273225190705197</id><published>2005-11-23T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:38:43.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Hero Fades Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Saurav Ganguly (SG) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/india/content/story/226875.html"&gt;stepped down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; as captain of Bengal’s Ranji team yesterday after being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/ci/content/story/226768.html"&gt;dethroned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; as the captain of the Indian Cricket’s test side. This is a sign of change in India’s cricket selectors and their attitude towards picking a team for a series. Not long back, some players were picked not on performance in the past season(s) or matches, but purely on statistics. This created a wave of comfort for senior players (SG, VVS) which they were happy to ride and get into the team even when their previous few performances on the field or at the pitch were well below par. SG is a great player with no second thought, but he had been basking in the glory of past performances for too long and it started showing in his performances. With the nascency of the “short ball” being his weakness, he was an easy target to opposition strategists and bowlers, peppering him with the “rib-ticklers” and eventually celebrating his fall to a poor shot. Sometimes people counted him out in team’s contribution with the bat in matches. He, however, did have time to correct this chunk in his armor, but was unable to probably because this was more of a mental roadblock than a flaw in his technique. I have seen him pull, sometimes hook short balls during his purple patch days with SRT en route to becoming one of the most feared and formidable opening pair in ODIs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is time SG and his fans realize that Chappell, with the backup of selectors, is trying to cut out the cancer of past performances affecting players. The move to appoint RD as the test captain is right, not because SG had a bitter spat with RD and GC, but the fact that he has not been performing well (you can’t possibly include SG’s ton against Zim) and cannot be straight away appointed captain of the test side let alone his selection as a player. The dark practices of politics in sports (regional quota, star players) are slowly but steadily being abolished, which is a good sign for Indian cricket, to say the least. The message on the wall is clear “Perform or Perish”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A quote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burntout.com/kurt/biography"&gt;Kurt Cobain’s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; suicide note “It’s better to burn out than to fade away” IMO gives an insight to what should inspire the “Prince of Kolkata” and rekindle the fiery Ganguly of yesteryears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113273225190705197?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113273225190705197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113273225190705197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113273225190705197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113273225190705197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/11/fallen-hero-fades-away.html' title='Fallen Hero Fades Away'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113264227584864222</id><published>2005-11-22T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:51:15.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghastly Anonymous</title><content type='html'>I was going through &lt;a href="http://blogs.cricinfo.com/wicket_to_wicket/archives/2005/11/the_strange_dea.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post on one of Cricinfo's &lt;a href="http://blogs.cricinfo.com/wicket_to_wicket"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt;, referred by &lt;a href="http://indiauncut.blogspot.com/2005/11/saving-test-cricket.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post on &lt;a href="http://indiauncut.blogspot.com/"&gt;India Uncut&lt;/a&gt;, and after having read it, I had to pour in my comments. A few linguistic professional writers have been expressing their views on the state of Indian Cricket and stuff via posts on this blog. Most of them are interesting, but this one I believe is a little annoying. The author has compared test cricket and ODIs and thrown light on the fact that the latter is miles ahead in popularity. Also Dravid-Chappell combo's stress towards a better ODI side and building a team for WC2007 has been criticised. There are, however, a few reasons that support D-C endeavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until the ODI series with SL, India were placed 7th, only above WI and Bangladesh whilst they were #3 in test rankings. Isn't that strange? Isn't that something that we need to address. I believe Dravid-Chappell mindset is converged on ODIs more than Tests purely because they want to create a balance in how the team performs in both forms of the game. I remember a funny cartoon, where India (represented by a batsman) is standing on a podium, rather ackwardly, with one leg on a much higher platform (#3 in Test rankings) and the other on a lower scale (#7 in ODI rankings), and the man was complaining of "groin strain" (which apparently SG was suffering during that time).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ODIs burn players out, they test players more in terms of stamina, agility and fitness than Test matches, which are litmus tests for quality players in terms of technique, perserverance, knowledge of the game and above all, attitude. ODIs these days are won more on paper, in planning and strategizing methods to run over the opposition and let us not forget the importance of winning tosses in ODIs played in the sub-continent is another reason of one team going in with an advantage even before the first ball is bowled. How many players do we think will be able to sustain the seasons prior to the WC? It would be futile not to have enough reserves/bench-strength to replenish and conserve match-winners (SRT, RD, VS, SG and others in their 30s). This is the primary reason the current team management is trying to build a 15+ member squad with enough experience and ability to sustain the wear-n-tear of international cricket leading to the WC. I think we have enough players to fill in test places, to build a formidable test team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are ODIs in the subcontinent miles ahead in popularity than Test matches? Here are a few reasons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geographical Location - We do not have green-tops with overcast conditions prevailing throughout the year, unlike England or fast/bouncy pitches unlike Australia/New Zealand/South Africa. Which means, results in test matches are achieved in a far less number than over here. Failure to generate a result repels crowds, unless we are talking about the cricketing rivalry between India-Pakistan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Historic Facts - England-Australia share the oldest cricketing history and perhaps the best nurtured rivalry since the old times (The Ashes). This competetiveness was generated in test cricket quite sometime back. India, Pakistan or Sri Lanka do not have such rich cricketing history. India-Pakistan matches are not doubt very competetive, but the history behind their rivalry is not related to cricket but is political.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Economic stability - Countries playing cricket in the subcontinent are all developing countries (or third-world countries). Australia and England, however, are developed countries. The quality and quantity of resources (financial, advertising, coaching) and facilities are much better. Cricket is not a business-sport over there. Here it is treated as another means of attracting bees to honey and generating horrendous amounts of revenue by exploiting the interest of cricket-lovers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Format - A five day match will never attract more people than a one day match, even if it is the purer form of cricket. One reason being, test cricket is played during the day only. Convert it onto a day-night fixture and you will definitely see an increase in the no of people who turn up. Secondly, ODIs generate results quickly and for most matches, the result is not known until the very end. Test matches on the other hand are predective (not counting "The Ashes" series recently concluded or the past few test matches in the subcontinent). I wouldn't go in and watch a day's play when I know what the final result at the end of the day will most probably be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let us not compare test-matches and ODIs coz they are in their own ways two varied yet important forms of cricket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113264227584864222?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113264227584864222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113264227584864222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113264227584864222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113264227584864222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/11/ghastly-anonymous.html' title='Ghastly Anonymous'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113205275800023077</id><published>2005-11-15T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:05:58.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply shocking</title><content type='html'>An excerpt from &lt;a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/pakveng/content/story/225925.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; shocking proclamation by PCB chief Shahryar (shut-up-yaar) Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahryar Khan, the PCB chairman, says he his hopeful the blasts won't effect the series. "We are in constant talks with the ECB and with our government and hope the Karachi blast does not affect the England tour. When Australia can play despite the London bombings in July and Sri Lanka can play in India despite two blasts in New Delhi earlier this month, then we can have a match in Karachi as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to me this is ridiculousness at its best or as &lt;a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/england/content/player/9187.html"&gt;Geoffrey Boycott&lt;/a&gt; would put it "Rooobish". Mr Chairman, perhaps you need to enlighten yourself with the situation here. There HAS been a BOMB BLAST outside the same hotel in Karachi, which in a month's time will be host to cricketers of a country (England) hit by terrorist attacks not many days back. Perhaps, you need to understand (if you can) that citing examples of terrorist threats/attacks in other countries does not dissolve or make the visiting team's worries any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not ending this post without commenting on your examples would be a sin. If the bomb blasts that ripped London/Delhi were anywhere close to places where visiting teams were staying or playing, I am sure the respective tours would have been either called off or rescheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Karachi WILL host a match, so precaution is better than cure. Instead of rambling about what happened in London/Delhi, try to issue statements in a more diplomatic manner. May the general can give you a couple of bowling tips in that direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113205275800023077?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113205275800023077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113205275800023077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113205275800023077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113205275800023077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/11/simply-shocking.html' title='Simply shocking'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113085678685484655</id><published>2005-11-01T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:30:50.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>"And as we wind on down the road,&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows taller than our souls,&lt;br /&gt;There walks a lady we all know,&lt;br /&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show,&lt;br /&gt;How everything still turns to gold,&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard,&lt;br /&gt;The truth will come to you at last,&lt;br /&gt;When all are one and one is all,&lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is an extract from one of the most popular rock songs EVER... Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. This song has been so popular that someone has actually written everything (history, past, present) about it &lt;a href="http://www.superseventies.com/stairway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You have to listen it to believe the depth of creativity, verse, music, skill and absolute perfection in vocals, guitar, drums, bass (basically everything :) Another reason I'd have loved to be in my teens during the 70s. To be able to witness the era of Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Who, Steppenwolf, Jimi Hendrix, The Doors would have been second to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes there are two paths you can go by,&lt;br /&gt;But in the long run,&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to change the road you're on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113085678685484655?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113085678685484655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113085678685484655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113085678685484655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113085678685484655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/11/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113061418269593375</id><published>2005-10-29T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T15:29:44.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bazaar, Big Vyapaar, Big Loot-Maar</title><content type='html'>If you want to be amazed at how every possible inch of a place can be utilized in displaying consumer items you gotta visit "Big Bazaar" (BB). I had the esteem opportunity (with a LOT of sarcasm I might add) to visit one today. From half-a-dozen uniform-clad BB employees pitching for everything using a loud-speaker to jam-packed counters to MILLIONS of trolleys stacked-up and ofcourse the never-ending commotion, hustle-bustle of excited shoppers. It takes a lot of creativity maneuvering your trolley to the section of your choice, avoiding present and future dangers/obstacles, overtaking slow movers and experiencing the joy of reaching first :) Thats as much fun I had at BB. The rest was an excercise for my face muscles in frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't places like BB have billing at every section? Why bill everyone at the same place? (My guess - To make things complicated, so that no one leaves without working a sweat). Someone wanting to do groceries ain't gonna be worried about the section that sells kitchenware. But now, he has to wade his way through the crowded kitchenware/gadgets section, which apparently is the most densly populated area, to join a MILE long queue at the billing counter. It defies logic altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, Bangalore needs a lot of places like BB, relatively close to each other. On weekends it looks like a MELA out there. It becomes more of an ordeal than just buying what you need even when you are paying a hefty amount for things that you wouln't find all under one roof (which is just about the only reason places like BB have flourished). They earn "big" by making the tags "big" and by making it "big" in advertising. They have righfully been named as "Big" "Bazaar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, for those who couldn't decipher the hindi words above, here are their meanings. "Bazaar" means "Market", "Vyapaar" means "Business" and "Loot-Maar" means "to Mug/Dupe/Deceive".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113061418269593375?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113061418269593375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113061418269593375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113061418269593375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113061418269593375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-bazaar-big-vyapaar-big-loot-maar.html' title='Big Bazaar, Big Vyapaar, Big Loot-Maar'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113052397069606019</id><published>2005-10-28T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:26:11.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaree Dhakkan !</title><content type='html'>Imagine this ! You are at the airport to receive your family at say 1PM. You reach the "arrivals" only to find out that the ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival) is 330PM (which means the flight hasn't even taken off from where it is supposed to start). You locate the nearest enquiry counter/booth of the associated airline only to reveal an empty premisis. After successfully locating an AAI (Airports Authority of India) official you end up updating him of the flight status. Flabbergasted at what the F is going on, and reminding/assuring yourself that everything is fine at the other end, you wait impatiently for the airline booth to be populated. Finally at the onset of an auspicious moment, a man in a uniform seats himself in the cabin. You charge towards him, query about the flight delay and learn something unusual. The airplane developed some technical snag and is being repaired. OK, its an airplane, can get damaged or may need emergency repairs, BUT the question here is why couldn't the airline announce/communicate this to people waiting anxiously for their near/dear ones to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...come to "Air Deccan" or should I call it "Air Dhakkan". ("Dhakkan", a hindi slang meaning "dumb"). This is what I went through in Bangalore today. Finally the flight arrived at.....guess? You wouldn't be able to.....at 515PM. Now thats a hell lotta time and as I was finally "khush" (happy) at alls well, I glanced back at the airline booth and mr. nice guy was gone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simplysly" is my addition to their catchy words "Simplifly" &amp; "Simplibuy". With their reduced fares I believe they have now started to reduce the basic services that an airline should offer. Being answerable, being responsible and above all being amicable to customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy flying btw ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113052397069606019?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113052397069606019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113052397069606019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113052397069606019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113052397069606019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/10/aaree-dhakkan.html' title='Aaree Dhakkan !'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-113044098767809618</id><published>2005-10-27T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:25:35.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK...Time out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Man !! I wouldn't have imagined not writing a post for more than a week now. Crippled by work, saddened by the ever-far weekend and annoyed at deadlines.... I've been quite involved with office lately. Anyway, its time to say "I m out", "Time out" :) Diwali break should give me enough time to recharge, rejuvenate, refurbish those burned out brain cells :P and of course, stock up those "mithais" and awesome special diwali food and stuff. Diwali or should I correctly spell it as "Deepawali" is special. Why? Here are some of my logical and mostly illogical reasons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get H O L I D A Y S.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to munch lots of "great", "yummy" food and sweets ("mithai").&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to do/see some traditional stuff (pujas and rangolis and ofcourse the "diyas" and stuff).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are allowed to make life miserable for you pet dog/neighbours by bursting CRACKERS ("patakhe").&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And some not so GREAT reasons...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You gotta go shopping, be the designated driver, stop at EVERY glaring shop, find a parking space, park your car for about 20 mins and you hit the road again. Just imagine everyone doing this. What a mess on the road !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your holidays get blown away in a flash :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You gotta make 1000 phone calls, send 100 greetings wishing everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You contribute towards green-house gases :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And how can you undermine the reach of those numerous consumer goods companies that line up phone-calls, SMSes, promotional letters/emails just to entice you in buying their stuff which is always at the best competitive price than their nearest contender. I wonder how that works. "We are offering you, one of our chosen special customers, a 52" plasma TV for an amazing XXXXX bucks"....Yeah right...smart-ass. Nevertheless, they are interesting and sometimes amusing. Lucky draws, bumper draws, mega draws are at their feverish high. Every brand/product that shows on the TV is offering atleast one scheme that could make you a millionaire, and you can guess by all this that its FESTIVAL time. Time to lure, show the carrot, attract millions ("hazaro", "karodo") of heavy pockets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, time now for me to get my quota of self-induced hibernation ("neend" basically). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-113044098767809618?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/113044098767809618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=113044098767809618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113044098767809618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/113044098767809618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/10/oktime-out.html' title='OK...Time out'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-112972565398790687</id><published>2005-10-19T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:40:53.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Perfect...</title><content type='html'>"Well, it's real simple.You got two more quarters and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Now most of you have been playing this game for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;You got two more quarters and after that most of you will never play this game again as long as you live.&lt;br /&gt;You all have known me for a while...&lt;br /&gt;and for a long time now, you've been hearing me talk about being perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want you to understand somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;To me, being perfect...&lt;br /&gt;is not about that scoreboard out there.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about winning.&lt;br /&gt;It's about you and your relationship to yourself and your family and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Bein' perfect...&lt;br /&gt;is about being able to look your friends in the eye...&lt;br /&gt;and know that you didn't let them down.&lt;br /&gt;Because you told 'em the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And that truth is, is that you did everything that you could.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't one more thing that you could've done.&lt;br /&gt;Can you live in that moment...&lt;br /&gt;as best you can with clear eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and love in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;With joy in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;If you can do that, gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;then you're perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't these awesome words. Well, I plucked them from the transcript of one of my favourite movies "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0390022/"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/a&gt;". Its about a high-school (american) football team (Permian Panthers) and their run to "Texas Football State Championship" and trust me this movie beats "Remember The Titans" by miles. Our Indian team should be shown this movie over and over again. May be someday they will be perfect. Inshallah !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-112972565398790687?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/112972565398790687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=112972565398790687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112972565398790687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112972565398790687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/10/being-perfect.html' title='Being Perfect...'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-112962352056204890</id><published>2005-10-18T04:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:04:36.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Gone</title><content type='html'>Ahh ! We are slowly but steadily heading towards .... guess what ?? Yes !! the weekend :) The title of this post however is one of my favourite Metallica songs. Its not their usual heavy metal, mind-blowing, head-banging songs but has a twist and tinge of southern-american music with some cool mouth-organ stuff and awesome acoustic guitar. For those of you who don't know what the F I am talking about, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.encycmet.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW "Metallica" was my introduction to rock music during college days. They have an awesome lead guitarist, great vocalist/distortion/rythem guitarist and drummer. They have had problems with their bass guitarist though. They lost their original bassist in a freak bus accident and had to part ways with their long-time bassist Jason Newstead (the guy being mobbed down in popular video of song "I Disappear") before starting on their last album release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Metallica, here are some of their rippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enter Sandman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unforgiven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unforgiven II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing Else Matters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King Nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Master of Puppets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Memory Remains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fuel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creeping Death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn The Page&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Outlaw Torn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sad But True&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hero Of The Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So What&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Whom The Bell Tolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The list goes on and on.. so until this weekend "Nothing else except work matters" Cheers :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-112962352056204890?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/112962352056204890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=112962352056204890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112962352056204890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112962352056204890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesdays-gone.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-112952677299787818</id><published>2005-10-17T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T01:26:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just another Manic Monday...</title><content type='html'>"Manic Monday"...hmm...."Monday Morning Blues"...... I wonder who coined these terms but one thing is for sure, no matter how hard you try to make Monday your average/usual week-day it somehow or the other turns out different than the other weekdays. I, almost always, turn-off the 7AM alarm on Monday, forget to iron my clothes on Sunday and get this...almost always end up not having breakfast on Mondays !!! The traffic snarls, congestion, honking of horns and the general urgency scale just rockets up ! But, end of a monday usually feels much better than Tues-end, Wed-end ... No wonder Star World has all the comedy shows lined up for you coz you need that dose of laughter and realization that "Monday is over".  I am, however, still waiting for the most feared day of the week to get over. "Happy Mondaying"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-112952677299787818?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/112952677299787818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=112952677299787818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112952677299787818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112952677299787818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Its just another Manic Monday...'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-112946887482790149</id><published>2005-10-16T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:22:50.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People people everywhere, not a place to hang out</title><content type='html'>India's population census board maintains an electronic counter which ticks almost every second, indicating India's population. We've all had a glimpse of it when there was news about the lucky billionth child born and concerns raised in the media about "Where is India heading? Are we carrying too much baggage?". I, like most of you, have been probably ignoring this fact, but lately I've felt the brunt of it by common-real-life episodes. Take for example, your trip to the place of work. Hasn't the average time taken to reach your office increased? It becomes more of an ordeal than a small journey. Now I understand everyone has to reach office at almost the same time, but, what about the time frame just-before and after-noon? I believe that semi-metro cities like Pune and Bangalore are swelling up at such an enormous rate that the infrastructure is just incapable of supporting the influx. There are some annoying-yet-funny examples too. My doodh-wallah (milk-man) runs out of milk packets if I don't catch him before 830. The ATM runs out of money sometimes, the mithai-walla (sweet-mart) sells all his "samosas" and "kachoris" by the time I get back from office in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all instances accepted, but take this... shopping malls these days have more people "hanging out" than anywhere I have seen. And they do nothing....just nothing...."you wanna hang out?, yeah, lets go to the mall". Another WTF moment for me. Not that I am claustrophobic, malls these days are huge, but given the density of people you really don't wanna end up in such a place unless its absolutely necessary. Ah ! yes, we love making lines/queues, of all sorts wherever we can. Why? because we are used to, because the world is coming to an end, because we are too many people trying to do/want the same thing at the same time. Its in our DNA ("Make a queue, get vantage as soon as possible by breaking into one, if your are able to exploit the advantage out-of-turn, the better").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I gotta rush and join the queue at the office buffet-lunch ;) Just kiddin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-112946887482790149?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/112946887482790149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=112946887482790149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112946887482790149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112946887482790149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/10/people-people-everywhere-not-place-to.html' title='People people everywhere, not a place to hang out'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17885237.post-112937849154139104</id><published>2005-10-15T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:29:14.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramifications of a confused mind</title><content type='html'>OK, I have finally persuaded myself to create a blog. The arguments for and against were at par in weight. On one hand was the inquisitiveness and anxiety to write something down, to savour the joy of reading your own post, comments against it bla bla bla... and on the other hand was the apprehensiveness of concluding a post as a "you-can-do-much-better-than-that" post. Anyway, somehow the pros outweighed the cons and I clicked "GET YOUR OWN BLOG" on one of my frequently visited blog pages to undergo 20 mins of intensly irritable and annoying procedure to creating YOUR blog. Imagine ... 15 usernames, close to 10 titles (to tag along with your blog's name) and numerous blog-names and on most times when I read "this name is not available", it was one of the many WTF moments. Painstakingly, here I am about to close out my first post having scanned, read, reviewed THIS more than the number of times I checked an english language answer-sheet. Anyway, more canonical insights to dazed thoughts later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17885237-112937849154139104?l=that70sband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/feeds/112937849154139104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17885237&amp;postID=112937849154139104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112937849154139104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17885237/posts/default/112937849154139104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that70sband.blogspot.com/2005/10/ramifications-of-confused-mind.html' title='Ramifications of a confused mind'/><author><name>Bunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912264302551030914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
