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).