Its a day i would remember. India beat Pakistan in the first ever Twenty20 world cup. Not just beat, kicked arse. They deserved to win, having beaten every major team in the cup and loosing only one match in the series. What was more interesting to see was that it was a total team effort. Under Dhoni, the team seems to be fearless and seems to be enjoying their cricket. And i think in the end, the best team actually won.
The final was one nail biter. It just made it better that it went down to the last over. Both teams played amazing cricket and it was worthy of a finals. Pakistan should not feel too bad about loosing the match. They fought till their last drop for the cup. They should absolutely have no regrets. Or should they? The fuckin lost to India in the finals. They must be kicking themselves in the butt like no bodies business. Screw them :P. An sms floating just highlighted the situation:
"A Pakistani iron rod dealer gets a call from an Indian company.
Indian: Do you have rods?
Pakistani: Ya of course
Indian: Shove it up your arse" - LOL
We went on a traditional victory lap after the match. Whole of Bangalore was a party. The streets were loaded with INDIANS and the tricolor flying high and wide everywhere. Every one was on the streets. Humongous fireworks. People dancing on the streets. Everyone seemed to be having a blast. Law and order seemed screwed but who cared. The police were having a blast themselves. On the whole an amazing experience. What a brilliant way to end a Monday!! Got indoors at 4 am. For a change its Tuesday morning blues :P
My sympathies to all the Indians who were not in the country to experience the fever. Sorry guys, but where you are just ain't India
Monday, September 24, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
RuBBeR
The other day I had to hand over a form that I had filled up for an entrance exam. Just as I was heading to the place I had to drop off the form I realized that my form had some mistakes. I had to make changes to the form. Since it was filled with a pencil, it should have been fairly simple to rectify. But then I fished my bag, my car and what not to find an eraser. No!!! Could not find it. I could not find a bloody eraser. I had to look for a stationary store and ask for an eraser, edit the form and do the needful.
The point I want you to notice is that I didn't have an eraser handy. Surprising how my lifestyle had changed over the years. Some time ago, I considered carrying good stationary a matter of prestige. I had the best of the pens, the sharpest pencils, the wackiest of sharpeners and the bestest of the erasers with me. And talking of erasers, its just a long long story.
When I was a kid, kid meaning, I am talking of the days when we used to call an eraser a rubber, the world of rubbers was just too crazy. There used to be these scented rubbers, rubbers which were protruding out of a plastic case with a brush on the other side and a picture on the case which would move if the case moved, rubbers shaped in the shape of Spiderman, He-Man and a whole lot of super heroes, ink rubbers where were either one wierd 3 dimensional parallelograms or round flat ones with a plastic center case, rubbers which used to come in sets of 3 or 4 which were colourful and used in the shape of different fruits or flowers and all.
There also used to be there rubbers which were these cuboids which were white and green. The white part would have colourful letters of the alphabet on them. I remember once when I was in 2nd grade, I had one such rubber with T written on it. Funny story I tell you. Those days, I used to share my bench with this chick. We were class leaders or something I remember and we used to sit in the last bench. On one such day, I realized that I didn't have a scale and this chick had 2. Now I badly wanted one. So I stuck a deal with her. I bit half my T Rubber and exchanged it with the older of the two scales she had. I went home and told about my business brains to my parents. I remember very well that on that day was the first and the only time I have ever been slapped my by dad.
The point I want you to notice is that I didn't have an eraser handy. Surprising how my lifestyle had changed over the years. Some time ago, I considered carrying good stationary a matter of prestige. I had the best of the pens, the sharpest pencils, the wackiest of sharpeners and the bestest of the erasers with me. And talking of erasers, its just a long long story.
When I was a kid, kid meaning, I am talking of the days when we used to call an eraser a rubber, the world of rubbers was just too crazy. There used to be these scented rubbers, rubbers which were protruding out of a plastic case with a brush on the other side and a picture on the case which would move if the case moved, rubbers shaped in the shape of Spiderman, He-Man and a whole lot of super heroes, ink rubbers where were either one wierd 3 dimensional parallelograms or round flat ones with a plastic center case, rubbers which used to come in sets of 3 or 4 which were colourful and used in the shape of different fruits or flowers and all.
There also used to be there rubbers which were these cuboids which were white and green. The white part would have colourful letters of the alphabet on them. I remember once when I was in 2nd grade, I had one such rubber with T written on it. Funny story I tell you. Those days, I used to share my bench with this chick. We were class leaders or something I remember and we used to sit in the last bench. On one such day, I realized that I didn't have a scale and this chick had 2. Now I badly wanted one. So I stuck a deal with her. I bit half my T Rubber and exchanged it with the older of the two scales she had. I went home and told about my business brains to my parents. I remember very well that on that day was the first and the only time I have ever been slapped my by dad.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
The world will go to Dogs
Considering Darwin's theory of the survival of the fittest holds good and the fact that earth has been taken over by the human race, it can be concluded that man turned out fittest. Atleast till now. Man being the only race blessed with intelligence. Apart from dolphins ofcourse. Or thats what man thinks. But if all this is really true, then with time and as the evolution continues, dogs are going to take over.
Away from mans imagination, dogs too have an intelligence of their own. Developed over ages as time passed by. They have an added advantage that they can understand man's language. Man has actually tried and gone out of his way to teach dogs how to understand him. Another adantage they have is that man has let them stay in homes, shared beds, and has never felt that a dog would get to know what all he talks. Taken dogs to space, let them into the law and order system and everything. Slowly but surely the dog race has got a strong hold and a great knowledge on how the "till now the fittest" race of humans work.
Now they have a plan. Apart from the spy dogs who stay at our homes to understand the intrecasies of the himan beings, they have started placing strategic small teams lurk on the streets. They work as a team, a small but fit and intelliget team probabally planning the war against the human race. I am sure when the D day arrives, the pets with cute cute names will start attacking from the inside as well as the street army of dogs will do it from the outside. The earth will go to DOGS if we the humans dont realise that something is up. Gear up humans... It IS the survival of the fittest afterall
Away from mans imagination, dogs too have an intelligence of their own. Developed over ages as time passed by. They have an added advantage that they can understand man's language. Man has actually tried and gone out of his way to teach dogs how to understand him. Another adantage they have is that man has let them stay in homes, shared beds, and has never felt that a dog would get to know what all he talks. Taken dogs to space, let them into the law and order system and everything. Slowly but surely the dog race has got a strong hold and a great knowledge on how the "till now the fittest" race of humans work.
Now they have a plan. Apart from the spy dogs who stay at our homes to understand the intrecasies of the himan beings, they have started placing strategic small teams lurk on the streets. They work as a team, a small but fit and intelliget team probabally planning the war against the human race. I am sure when the D day arrives, the pets with cute cute names will start attacking from the inside as well as the street army of dogs will do it from the outside. The earth will go to DOGS if we the humans dont realise that something is up. Gear up humans... It IS the survival of the fittest afterall
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