First, I don't send the form within the stipulated time. I have to call them up to ask what can be done and they calmly tell me that it's ok and I should send it as soon as possible.

Second, I paid for admission to one program when I could have applied for two. So, I call them up to ask if I can pay extra now or something, and they say no.

Third, I lose the envelope I'm supposed to send the filled up form in. I have to call them up, again, and ask them what to do about that.

Fourth, yes, there's more. I just glance through the filled up form and find that the branch and code of the bank where the money was paid was filled up wrong. So, I have to call them up, AGAIN, and am told to write and send an apology letter with the form.

I'd better be getting in there after all this.

Photo By: Drew Tedlock

So, I have exactly three days to go before I sit for my "placements". Three days and an hour to be precise. Which, I find comfort in being, considering that it adds a whole hour to the time I have left before the biggest debacle of this year, in my life.

Sigh.

Yes, like you can see, I'm freaking out. And this is when I'm sitting for a job, that I don't even want. I mean, I want it in the sense that I want to get accepted. I don't want it in the sense that I don't intend on ever joining there unless of course CAT is the second biggest debacle of my life (not this year) and I have to write GMAT which won't turn out to be the third biggest debacle of my life (and the third of the year) which would require me to have worked for at least two years before applying for an MBA. Which would be worth anything only if my score meant getting into the top 5 universities.

Which, I'm sure, you all know, how capable and deserving I consider myself to be of. Bad things come in three's right? Well, here's the perfect opportunity. I think I'll palpitate to death before Monday even comes.

Fact is, even while I love the subjects that I've put under my "Areas of Interest", I remember surprisingly little of the minute details, WHICH is what the interviewer will ask of me. IF I get to the interview round, which looks nice and tough because the written has its set of technical questions too. And best part is, section wise cut offs. Yay me, if I haven't said it before.

Which is followed by a GD (this is where they throw out like 60% of the short listed candidates), after which will come two rounds of interviews. And while the technical part is scaring me, the HR is scaring me even more!

*deep breath*

*deep breath*

*deep breath*

I've got to get back to my books. Have yourselves a pleasant weekend!

All my love.

From the moment we get up to the time our heads hit the pillow at night- we ask ourselves questions. Some questions we're too scared to ask. We know the answers to others, and ask them anyway- because we need to hear the words. The thing we don't realize is, is that when the answers are different from the ones we expect, even the ones with good answers, THAT is the moment that brings us happiness.

Right.

Way too much thought into that. I wish I could put it better, but I'm feeling too much levity.

Reason?

If one must pin point, then I'd have to say, it was a trip back to school that's brought a smile on this face. Funny thing though, it wasn't one that included friends and sitting in my old classroom and just being kids again. Ok, so you can take off the "again" in that sentence, but you get the idea.

This one was just me. Involved judging (third time in a row). It's amazing to see how people still remember you. I'm so proud of my sister. Because more than just being remembered for me, I think I'm remembered because of her for me.

It was so funny. I was in the classroom where the competition was taking place (the one that I had to judge) just fooling around the my sis and her friends and this kid from the back of the class looks at me and signals asking who the judges were and when they would come!!

I got to school early and so went and sat in the auditorium with some of my sister's other friends who were compering for the event that was going on. This guy, also an ex student of some other school, around my age, went onto stage to announce the winners of the event he had being called to judge and he says, "Before I announce the results, I've got only one thing to say - KALANJALI ROCKS". And you will not believe, but it was like I was back at school, an organizer myself, because you wouldn't have found me sitting all prim and proper clapping my hands at this comment- I was right THERE with the others yelling and cheering.

Everyone started cheering when my bio was being read! When I had to go up on stage to announce the results of the event I had come for, and told them current BVMites how they had outdone themselves this year, there was even more cheering. And the judges of the event that we had to disturb to make these announcements sat with puzzled faces wondering who this new celebrity was. Only to find out that the cheering was because I was one an ex student, and two because I was a sister.

I realize how "old" I've become only on occasions like these, when I go back to school, and I'm NOT in my school uniform. Thankfully, my teachers still look on me as "not old" and don't "thank me for taking out time to come back to school" with the mementos, and in fact admonish me for not coming unless invited! The mementos in haven't changed in the three years that I've been out, and I have three cups with "BVM" on them, to prove just that :D

I wish everyone had been there with me. It would have made for an even more perfect memory!! There will be other times, I tell myself. There will be other times.

Hope your day was as good as mine,

All my love.

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Singing-

I´m gonna organize some changes in my life
I´m going to exorcise the demons of my past
I´m gonna take your car and hit the open road
I´m feeling levity just open up and go

I just feel like I can do anything
But all my life I´ve wished to be
I´m going to decide just what I wanna be
Make my wildest dreams come true

I so have a death wish.

First, I get flung off a bus- as***** started moving while I still climbing. Only to be told, that the bus was going to the depot- If it's not on duty, take the bleddy board off!! I almost cracked my wrist. But that's ok. I've cursed him so that his thingy turns green.

Second, on my way back home? The bus I was in got hit by another bus that was trying to over take it- and guess who all the glass fell on? That's right. Yours truly. I just hope I've gotten all of the glass out of my hair- it's almost 9:00 PM and I just found another small shred. I'm scared.

Next, my sister decided to box my nose- and I DIDN'T even do anything today! I swear. She was sleeping when I got home, and THIS when she got up.

And the best part is, the day isn't over yet.

Sigh.

My hatred and frustration at being in the place that I am in, grows exponentially with each passing day. So much so, that instead of wanting to hit my head on a wall, I now am thrown into fits of laughter that don't stop until every muscle in my body is hurting. THAT's how much crazier I'm getting.

The latest bout of laughter was brought on thanks to excerpt from the newsletter of the Personality Development Association, nothing less, that I came across- which in it's "From TEAM PDA" had this to say :

It conducts yearly festivals like .... and also inter school events to elate the students into eminent personalities through the festival... You get the idea... It has also been bringing out the various hidden beauties of the students in the home magazine "PERSOPLUS" which is considered as the forum for expressing the views of the students.

The end reads- Thus, in this Silver Jubilee year we dedicate ourselves to the worthy ideals of the PDA to the betterment of the students and to make them a shining star in the Indian sky.

Best part is- this is just from the first column on the first page. I have yet to tell you about the Editorial which states, and I quote,

"Persoplus(the name of the magazine), as usual, has been kindling the hidden treasures of the students by inviting them to unlock their views on various current themes."

The pages to come, keep in line with the standard set on this first page- and there's this one article that beats anything you could have ever read in your life- I'm trying to get hold of the soft copy.

Oh and there's more to come. This, even though relates to my department- has absolutely nothing to do with me- (Haven't changed a single letter, by the by)

"Dear Friends,
The Information Technology Association of blah blah blah, the rich & the unique techfest of its kind on the 23rd Feb 2k8. We on behalf of ITA cordially invite you to be a part of blah.

... with its variety of events ranging from technical paper presentation to Programming contests for the technical geeks and from Quizzes to gaming for the Challenge loving ones will surely provide some refreshments fro the grey cells and some weights for your wallet and lots of fun and enjoyments. Just check out into blah on feb 23ed for a one to one fight with the best geeks and the adventurous ones and also challenge the world and prove yourselves through our online events which start as early as the first week of February...

Don't Miss IT! "

DON'T MISS IT.

To our seniors, while cordially (again) inviting them for the Alumini meet, we say (amongst other things), and I quote (again)-

We would like u to relish the moment with your presence.

No one's asking for high funda words. Just correct grammar!! How hard is it to get someone who does know a little more about the language than you do, to proof read what you've written? Guys can be such pains!!

Anyway, that's all from me. Had more to say, but after having had to recall all this, I'm ready to get drunk.

Toodles!

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The point of this post is NOT to poke fun or sound "holier than thou".

Too much happening. I'm laughing (ok, let's not got that far, smiling) and crying and hurting- all at the same time.

After a slight remark about birthdays, A realised he'd missed mine and called himself all sorts of things. I forgave of course- just a birthday. Will come again. But no, he had to go on and insist that it was "me" and that it was my 21st and that it should have been special.

It was. Of course it was. In it's own way. Family wise. Not friends wise. But that's ok, right? Real life intervenes and all that. It's just that, I'm being evil again. I've done surprises and oh-so-perfect-gifts for almost each person in my life. Maybe they mean more to me that I mean to them.

So, while on one side I'm happy someone said a "but it's you! it should be special" I'm sad, 'cuz it's got all these thoughts buzzing in my head.

Ia was just pulling P's leg, and what came out of it- was a chocolate for me. At first, I just wanted a piece (had been thinking of chocolate since morning!), but when on asking I was told that the chocolate was in fact for me, I got the entire thing! :) I did thank him, and I did do the right thing by asking him who I had to apologize to, for having taken their treat.

But he had to go and say that no, it was, in fact, actually for me.

Of course he didn't mean it in that way. Or I hope not. Because I liked it when he said that. And I DO NOT want him getting the wrong idea.

Boring lecture, plus the need to connect with someone, led me into messaging R, whom I haven't initiated a conversation with in 3 years. Ironically, he is the only person I've come across, in my entire 86 years, who really "gets" me. In every way.

Wanted to smile like a satisfied cat, because it'd been ages since I felt that at ease with someone, plus it was light- fun- banter. Stupid fellow ended up calling me pretty.

DO NOT believe him, because that is what he does. But I feel good anyway.

K (yes, you!) went ahead and told me that he did believe that I was made for better things, and made me want to cry like a baby. I'd like to believe in it too, it's just that- it's nice hearing someone say it to you.

I don't get much time to spend with S and A these days- college and boy friends and stuff. Whatever little time I do get, I spend trying to reassure myself and everything is ok, by mostly just listening and being with them.

I'm scared I'll lose them.

R and T had themselves a Baby Girl, and I couldn't be more happy. T had to go through a forced delivery in her 6th month the last time, because of some genetic complications. I dunno where they found the strength to go through with the whole pregnancy thing again, because the chances of occurence of the genetic thing increases everytime. But the Baby is perfectly alright!! And I almost went and shouted it from the roof top. Almost.

Too much. Sigh.

Hope only good things are happening with you,

All my love.

P.S.
Stupid, but again what's new in that- I start every conversation I'm afraid of with this question. Makes me sound as sthupit as sthupit can be. No?

Extremely intriguing article I came across the other day. Writing is difficult and writing about good sex that is sexy, is impossible, or so I'm lead to believe. And you probably will too, after you've reached the end of this page. Like Martin Amis puts is, "Sex can be funny, but not sexy".

I've read my share of sex scenes. Some absolutely inappropriate/ shockingly disturbing/ right out insulting and extremely hilarious depending on which generation you belong to.

If you thought that the only way to win an award was to write/ do something outstanding, and great- well, you're in for a pleasant surprise. Apparently, there's an award for truly bad stuff that makes you noteworthy. And here's one that's most interesting- An award for the worst written sex scene every year. It's called the Bad Sex Award and was established by the Literary Review in 1993 "to draw attention to crude, tasteless, often perfunctory use of redundant passages of sexual description in the modern novel, and to discourage it."

The winners and the passages they've won these awards for makes for quite a captivating reading.

1994, The Stonebreakers, Philip Hook very disgustingly wrote, "Their jaws ground in feverish mutual mastication. Saliva and sweat. Sweat and saliva. There was a purposeful shedding of clothing" and went on to win the award. Hopefully, it provided him with the counsel he so rightly needed.

Difficult to categorize what the next two winners were trying to do- with the 1997 winner Nicholas Royle (The Matter of the Heart) writing "She made a noise somewhere between a beached seal and a police siren" and 1996 numero uno, David Huggins in The Big Kiss scribe, "Liz squeaked like wet rubber."

Being of Asian origin has never amused me more, for there is a disproportionately large number of Asians who've come close to and in some cases wining this piece of cake- From the 2003 winner of this award for Bunker 13, Aniruddha Bahal, "She is topping up your engine oil for the cross-country coming up. Your RPM is hitting a new high. To wait any longer would be to lose prime time..." AND " She's taking off her blouse. It's on the floor. Her breasts are placards for the endomorphically endowed. In spite of yourself, a soft whistle of air escapes you."

In 2004 the finalists included Siddharth Shanghvi for "Was in on the bed that she sat on him, her weasel-like loins clutching and unclutching his lovely, long, louche manhood, as though squeezing an orange for it's juice?" and Nadeem Aslam for "The smell of his armpits was on her shoulders- a flower depositing pollen on a hummingbird's forehead."

But alas, Tom Wolfe bagged this award for the following passage in his book I Am Charlotte Simmons- "Hoyt began moving his lips as if he were trying to suck the ice cream off the top of a cone without using his teeth ... Slither slither slither slither went the tongue, but the hand that was what she tried to concentrate on, the hand, since it has the entire terrain of her torso to explore and not just the otorhinolaryngological caverns ... " (an absolutely wrong choice as you can judge for yourself) Things just keep getting better don't they?

2005 had Salman Rushdie nominated for this award with his "Boonyi pulled her phiran and shirt off over her head and stood before him naked except for the little pot of fire hanging low, below her belly, heating further what was already hot."

But my most favorite read came from 2000 victor Sean Thomas for "It is time, time ... Now. Yes. She is so small and compact and yet she has all the necessary features ... Shall I compare thee to a Sony Walkman. She is his own Toshiba, his dinky little JVC, his sweet Aiwa ... Aiwa," in his book Kissing England.

What can I say but, absolutely enchanted?

Phew! Finally, done. It's wover.

This vacation, I've decided is going to be about doing all the stuff that scares me, super self conscious that I am. And guess what, two days into my holidays, and I've managed to start. And once I start, I sail along just fine.

No major feats, just small stuff. It's the daring yourself stuff I keep yapping about- here's an FYI, it works! On my "things to get done before this year ends", every year was learn dance. And now I am. Sure, dance would be stretching things a bit, for now at least- I have to be the most ill coordinated person on the entire planet!! While shoes come as a major first when I need to measure a person up, the person s ability to actually laugh at himself comes a very very close second. So, if I use that to judge people (which includes me), I needed to do this, if only to just laugh.

It's going to be two years now, that I haven't done any art stuff. The last break I gave myself, was for my sis s birthday gift. Every time I look at that wall, I remember the exhilaration, the... there's just something about art and me. Two years ago, I just stopped. I couldn't even look at color, without wanting to avert my eyes. Yesterday, I attended a workshop for art and it's time I laid the past to rest.

I've always been called the granny... People come up to me and talk, and I let them talk themselves out. Sort themselves out. Stand up for yourself, believe in yourself, fight for what your believe, fight for what and whom you love... I realize now, how empty those words used to be back then- heck I have a tough time believing that people actually believed me when I said such stuff. Maybe it was the conviction, maybe it was just an echo of what they believed in and just wanted to hear it aloud from someone else, maybe. Because, it's only today, that when I say them, I can answer your skeptical look- and say been there, done exactly that.

I never will have to worry about writing about something I have no idea about- just mouthing clichè s. I finally, live up to myself.

To write well, you have to write about something you know.

We all have choices. To stand up for yourselves and/or what/whom you believe in, or to give up. To believe, or to fool yourselves into disbelieving. To give in, or to fight. To fight, or to concede. We just need to remember that just like our choices are half chance, so are others'.

I'm not too sure about this one though. You like your cakes with eggless or without eggless? And thankfully this is one I really don't have to make, cuz there's this place here, that offers both!! What say you?

aloha sthupit boys, girls, men and ladies and kiddos too.

It's been another sthupit day in the sthupit world in the sthupit life of yours truly.

Oh and for all those who read my previous post, thank you for reading it, but I was trying to edit that post, and I lost it. My apologies to those who weren't able to read it. I promise to make up for the torture to you.

I washed clothes today!! Aah the bliss... it's been ages since I had to do this. My parents aren't here and I just (ahem( happened to get back from college early. My washing machine gave up on me. I even kicked the damn thing, but it refused to start. So, I had to wash 'em myself. Right now I'm drenched wet.. from head to toe, literarily. It was awesome.

And for the first time in 4 days, I wasn't thinking..!! I was so busy playing around with water and soap, I didn't give a second thought to my thoughts. I didn't think!! The itching on my hand due to the soap also helped. Not to forget, an aching back. And my hands feel awfully good. Hahaha...!! They're pink and wrinkled and hurting. And so C-L-E-A-N.

Hope you guys had a lovely day!
Lotsaluv,

sthupit girl

I hate it when people trivialise other people's thoughts and feelings. Their actions. Their work. 'cuz buddy, while you WERE sitting and thinking all cynical stuff of someone being proud or feeling glad of having helped someone, that someone was DOING something.

This is not a shot at anyone in particular, it's just the way I think. I am not trying to, well let's just say I don't understand how this works. This whole... making fun thing.

It wasn't long ago... I think all through the last year... till June, I think, I considered myself a cynic. It was the "realistic" way of looking at things. Things happened. People died. People left. Life turned up side down. Left to right. And all around. And I turned from being a cynic about the world to being a cynic/realist about me. And me only.

Why I decided to do so? About the world? For reasons I can't put my finger on, my fingers and my toes on, I did it. It's pretty simple. It's not THAT simple. There's no logic. I can't fight your reasons, no matter how harsh they seem. I think it comes down to the fact that I'm not a harsh person.

I think it's a useless waste of emotion. Tell me, why you would rather not give a beggar some money rather than give it to him? Don't give me all the hogwash about encouraging them and all the "what good will it do to them" hokum. Because that's what it is, balderdash.

I'm not talking "make poverty history". I'm talking about simply helping a person in need. Why is it such a hard concept to absorb? Which part of helping, simply because the person at the other end needs it, is so hard to understand?

It's not the fact that you might be encouraging them, that is stopping you. It's the whole "giving up" factor. Which is even more pathetic. Please explain to me, how an old man with a broken leg and hand, with nothing on him other than the rags he's currently wearing, will you encourage by giving me a few coins? The only thing it'll do is give him hope.

Hope for food. Food to eat today and die tomorrow of hunger again, you might question. Yes, food that will sustain him for today. That's all that matters to him. 'Cuz you know what? At least this beggar, even after all he's gone through, hasn't given up and gone and killed himself. But you have given up. Even without considering helping this beggar, for more than 30 seconds.

Kaushik, might call this fate. The beggar's fate. And your fate. If he dies tomorrow it's what was written for him. That's your logic ain't it Kaushik? yes, I agree there are somethings we have no control over. Some choices that have been made for us. But there's other choices you have to make... you have to live by also. No? So, If I throw my hands in the air and pronounce that I'm now tired and I'm leaving it all upto fate, put my legs on the couch and sit down with the latest paperback, it's fate. If everything was written for me, all my choices have already been made for me, I'll just keep sitting with the lastest paperback of the next tomorrow and the next to next tomorrow, until, my destiny is reached.

Now, you'll say that IS probably what your're fate decided for you. Sitting back and thinking you were tricking fate, when it was really tricking you! Yeah? So, if people have everything written for them, why do they make an effort to NOT waste their lives? 'Cuz that's written for them too?

I don't know, but doesn't all this make it sound like you have no purpose at all? It sounds pathetic to me. If everyone kept thinking that everything was already written for them, they'd stop making efforts. Stop believeing. Stop trying. After all, that's what their fate was supposed to be??!

Do you get my point? Or is it like asking you to find a needle in a haystack? It's simple. It's not complicated. Don't make it complicated. You have a mind. A heart. You aren't a robot that's been programmed with certain feelings and certain thoughts ONLY. Your mind is yours and your heart is yours. Yes, your thoughts are conditioned by your surroundings. But what you do with these surroundings and how you apply these thoughts, is in your hands. There is something you were brought here to do. Do it. Don't wait for IT to make you do what you were meant to do. What's the point of you living then?

Shakespeare once said something along the lines of "All the world's a stage and all men and women actors." You do your part, play your roles and leave. It sticks to my mind. The catch here is to remember that it's an impromtu play. Aye' that's the wonder of the thing.. You write your story, and others carry it on.

By chosing to give the beggar some money, I did what I wanted to do. What I could do, right then, with what I had. Call me a fool, but tomorrow, my sis, might help another person, just because she saw me help someone. And the circle goes on.

Today, I could only collect 200 bucks for a cause, in a week. It's a small amount to you and me. But not to someone who has lost everything he's ever worked for, because of some sesmic plates moving, it's a way to support his family, give him a meal a day, a sweater, anything. I didn't NOT do anything, at least. I didn't sit back on my couch and call the government all kinds of a fool for not doing their work while muttering a few pityful oh's and ah's and how sad's staring at my T.V. set. But, maybe it was their fate to die? Why should anyone do anything? It's anyone's fate to not do anything?

What's more is that it was bigger than the 2 rupees I've given up until now. The pennies I could afford to give. It was a step. A step forward.

We went on this orphanage trip from college. We had just finished lunch, and I was walking down the steps when I saw some seniors play catch-catch with a small kid. And some this lil kiddo heard me tell a friend of mine that I wanted to play too. No sooner had I uttered the words, did I find myself being trotted onto the field with a mere peice of plywood for a bat and small ball. So, I was made to play football, cricket and catch-catch barefoot in the middle of the day. It was the best time I'd had in ages. I was the star bowler since I took three wickets in a row!! :)..Seeing these kiddos laugh...It was the first time in more than a year that I found myself laughing. Laughing without a care in the world. Laughing with these lil kids. I was the "foreigner akka" (akka meaning sister).. 'guess my attempts at tamil speaking didn't fool nobody :)

They didn't choose to be orphaned. It was a choice made for them. They didn't choose to be taken in, loved, and cared for either. It was a choice that was made for them. What they do with this love, is in their hands. They have somewhere to go, some thing to do. How they reach it is up to them. One kid could get angry at the world and get on the wrong tracks, earn money, and become rich, for example. While another could be greatful for the love he was being given, work hard, and want to prove that it wasn't a total waste of time, earn money and become rich. Either way, they're both rich kids at the end of the day. If that's what their destiny was meant to be, they've got it. Either way.

Point I'm getting to is, amongst the other's I've tried to make, is that it felt good to give these kids, aged from somewhere in between 15 days to 14 years, fun and laughter. So, what if it was for a day? I'm not saying we are going to stop with one day. I'm saying don't say "what will this one day of fun do for them?" It's just a pityful excuse for not doing anything. Yes, we might not be able to go back and play with them, but for that one day they left loved and happy. And that does more for them than anything you'll be doing by mocking.

There is nothing more to helping others than helping them. That's it. Whatever satisfaction you derive from it is an added plus. It's a bonus. It's a no-strings attached affair. Helping people less fortunate than you, in whatever way you can, however you can, whenever you can, is just about helping people. Helping them.

Srutt your stuff. Do your thing. Use your mind. Follow your heart. Don't complicate the simple things... kick up your heels. Let your hair down. You get a chance only once. Make your choice. Write your story.

Easy question. And my shortest post ever ;)

Why do you keep coming back here?

Tough one,eh? Don't be nice, just for the sake of it. I'd really like honest answers. Shukriya!

Adios!

I was watching Cricket Controversies on NDTv the other day and to me, it has been proven without doubt, that Mr.Sidhu's sense of humor is unbeatable. The guy is superbly crazy. In a good way.

The stuff he says is so hilarious, that I jot down my most favorite lines, everytime I watch this show or hear him commenting on a live cricket match...As in... they aren't JOKES or anything... it's just his way of parting wisdom and commenting on something/anything is funny..So here's a collection of all the "quotes" that I've managed to collect and a few others I got after googling his name...Read ALL of them... you won't be sorry!!

"The world is all about mind and matter; I don't mind and you don't matter."

{ When Farooque Sheikh, host of the talk show Jeena isi ka naam hai asked him what he thinks of those who criticize his style of commentary }

A good lather is half the shave.

He's shredded than into smithereens
{On Rahul Dravid hitting a boundary, India v England, 2002}

All that comes from a cow is not milk.

As innocent as freshly laid eggs.

He flew like a bird and plucked it out of thin air.
{On Indian fielder Sadagopan Ramesh's diving catch against Sri Lanka}

Beauty even when silent is eloquent.

He is like Indian three-wheeler which will suck a lot of diesel but cannot go beyond 30!
{On Sri Lankan batsman Romesh Kaluwitharna who was wasting balls without making runs}

Nobody travels on the road to success without a puncture or two.

Its very difficult to kill a man who is hell bent upon committing suicide!

My idea of a bird is 36-24-36.

The third umpires should be changed as often as nappies and for the same reason.

New Zealanders are like bicycles in a cycle stand - one falls down and the complete row will be down!
{ In India's last match against New Zealand}

Sri Lankan score is running like an Indian taxi meter.

Statistics are like miniskirts, they reveal more than what they hide.

There is light at the end of the tunnel for India, but it's that of an oncoming train which will run them over.

That ball went so high it could have got an air hostess down with it !!
{When Saurav Ganguly took a catch that had gone very high in the air}

The ball whizzes past like a bumble bee and the Indians are in the sea.

The gap between bat and pad is so much that I would have driven a car through it... !!

The Indians are finding the gaps like a pin in a haystack.

You can't play a symphony alone, it takes an orchestra to play it.
{ For it is the team work that matters my friend...}

The Indians are going to beat the Kiwis! Let me tell you, my friend, that the Kiwi is the only bird in the whole world which does not have wings!
{To Martin Crowe}

A fallen lighthouse is more dangerous than a reef.

When you are dining with the demon you've got to have a long spoon!

You got to choose between tightening your belt or losing your pants.

Wickets are like wives - you never know which way they will turn!
{In the midst of a verbal duel with Martin Crowe}

Experience is like a comb that life gives you when you are bald.

Even a cock crows over his own dunghill.

Beware of the naked man who offers you his shirt.

As uncomfortable as a bum on a porcupine. (oww oww owwwwwww!!!)

Merry christmas guys!! 'wishing you loads and loads of happiness and love...