I've always marvelled at people who've mastered the art of the pun. There is really nothing like the good ol' pun to crack you up. Let me illustrate my point.
The lovable Pakistani cricketer, Inzamam-ul-Haq is on the verge of retirement, and people around the blogging world have begun writing glowing testimonials about him. While Inzy was a phenomenal batting talent, he's always been slow and laboured on the field. And he carried that image with him to the numerous press conferences he made as captain of Pakistan. Vic Marks, former international player and now journalist, once described them as being "much Urdu about nothing"!
Friday, October 05, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
I was there!
...when India won its first Twenty 20 World Cup! Maybe not at the Bull Ring. But watching an India-Pakistan World Cup finals on a big-screen in our Hostel Sky-Bridge with a couple of hundred delirious hostel-mates really is as good as it gets :)
It's been 22 years in the waiting for me, and now that it has come, I am lost for words! Up yours, you Australian bullies!
It's been 22 years in the waiting for me, and now that it has come, I am lost for words! Up yours, you Australian bullies!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Phew!
An eventful week it has been. It all began rather ominously with a phone call that I received from a crazy Punjabi, professing that a bomb would explode at Convocation. It had all the makings of a Dixi/KP prank - persistently painful voice, flowery Hindi, and to top it all, a mention of InsIghT. For a change, I stood my ground and didn't lose my cool. I played along and tried to be as painful in my inimitable Tam-Punjabi accent. Things were going rather well, I must admit. The conversation was flowing, and I really was letting it rip. Shut up. FU. MKC. At which point, I learnt that all along, I was speaking to my good ol' Tam friend, the Dean!
Lesson 1: Mind your language. It is a cruel world.
For 21 long years, I have followed and supported the Indian cricket team. As a diehard fan, I have had my fair share of heartbreaks. But it was all worth the wait. An overseas victory against England in our 60th year of Independence, it doesn't get better than this. Yahoo!
Lesson 2: There is a God.
My first trek of the season finally happened last Saturday (Duke's nose). And it had all the ingredients of the perfect monsoon trek - great company, awesome waterfalls, a few lakes, rain, mist and an amazing view from the top. There was also the odd jitter to spice things up. A couple of territorial bulls lost it when they saw this nice happy bunch trespassing into their private pond. It was the fastest I have run in a long long time. Anyway, all's end that ends well. Jai Shivaji!
Lesson 3: These matadors are crazy (to be said with a menhir in one hand, and the other pointing towards one's temple).
Lesson 1: Mind your language. It is a cruel world.
For 21 long years, I have followed and supported the Indian cricket team. As a diehard fan, I have had my fair share of heartbreaks. But it was all worth the wait. An overseas victory against England in our 60th year of Independence, it doesn't get better than this. Yahoo!
Lesson 2: There is a God.
My first trek of the season finally happened last Saturday (Duke's nose). And it had all the ingredients of the perfect monsoon trek - great company, awesome waterfalls, a few lakes, rain, mist and an amazing view from the top. There was also the odd jitter to spice things up. A couple of territorial bulls lost it when they saw this nice happy bunch trespassing into their private pond. It was the fastest I have run in a long long time. Anyway, all's end that ends well. Jai Shivaji!
Lesson 3: These matadors are crazy (to be said with a menhir in one hand, and the other pointing towards one's temple).
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Monsoon masti anyone?
Fifth year has finally hit me, and I intend on really living it up these last two semesters. Old people at IIT end up doing some pretty strange things. Like reviving their long-forgotten blogs!
Bombay is as green and beautiful as ever, and I'm itching to grab my backpack and make a dash for the Sahyadris. Interesting company is hard to find though, so hopefully this fantabulous quote from Steven Van Matre's "Earth Speaks" will inspire my working batchmates to join me next weekend:
"One final paragraph of advice.
Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast...a part time crusader, a half hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land, it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can, while it's still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: I promise you will outlive the bastards!"
Anyone game?
Bombay is as green and beautiful as ever, and I'm itching to grab my backpack and make a dash for the Sahyadris. Interesting company is hard to find though, so hopefully this fantabulous quote from Steven Van Matre's "Earth Speaks" will inspire my working batchmates to join me next weekend:
"One final paragraph of advice.
Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast...a part time crusader, a half hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land, it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can, while it's still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: I promise you will outlive the bastards!"
Anyone game?
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