Ah! My ‘Beauty’full India

Beauty: Beauty is a characteristic of a person, animal, place, object, or idea that provides a perceptual experience of pleasure, meaning, or satisfaction, claims one many of the definitions of beauty, out there. In other words, beauty in itself is a very broad term which entails everything that gives pleasure to any one of your senses. In contemporary society, beauty is used to term a ravishing damsel but it sure is much more than that. Talking about what beauty means to me would end up being a fanboy rant about each and every aspect of Angelina Jolie, so we shall chuck that. And as wide is beauty a term, I shall try to keep my definition...

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The conundrum of the supremely talented

It beats me!!It does..How god sent talent is wasted,wasted in the intoxication of the inebriating spirits. Have a look at the likes of jesse ryder, Yuvraj Singh,hershelle gibbs,the master shane warne,they exude talent.Gibbs is a national level soccer player and symonds aspired to play rugby for australia and the word is he is pretty good at it too. Not so much of a natural athlete when it comes to warnie,but boy when u can do wat he does by hopping three steps,i swear by almighty,i want to be that way. Then you have the diligent,who take years honing their game but still, may be,will never match that flowing drive,that ripping leg break.They have to work with whatever little they have.Have a look at anil kumble[with all due respect i can muster in this lifetime],aptly named jumbo,he cannot...

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The cricket Pundits...Really?

The cricket pundits..ReallyLast time I blogged i eneded up ranting about the quality of commentators these days.More so the Indian lot,barring the god of commentators , the revred Mr Bhogle.That leaves us with the two most prominent Jackasses on the screen today, Mr shastri and Mr gavaskar.Well being biased is one thing and trying to do a phd in ass licking completely another. For years altogether now , they have been going on and on and on, all gung ho about the asesome foursome sourav,sachin,dravid and the very very special laxman [reallly???]. I mean enough is enough!! We know you like them, but expressing your homosexual feelings for them on national television is clearly not on!!There is another team playing too,wonder you have a word of praise for them too??Evolve,reinvent,think...

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The art of swearing

Sports incorporate one of the most amusing arts apart from the sport itself.That art has come to be known as sledging.When it comes to cricket, most of us think that sledging has come to the scene onlyrecently.But since time immemorial these skills have been practiced,honed and then pratised some more.Obviously sledging inthe good ole days was light hearted banter which bordered more on the lines of 'oi..look a truck can get through that (the defence)'or 'hey theres a bit of crap on your bat today'...which evolved to become very vicious expressions like questioning the illicit relationships the other persons mother might have had with other men.Some could retort back , some couldnt and some just lettheir cricket do all the talking.Well , here i have compiled some of the best sledges and...

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Cricket till I die- Excerpt - III

The Dream Takes Flight “Life is like a library owned by the author. In it are a few books which he wrote himself, but most of them were written for him.” – Harry Emerson Fosdick What on earth was I thinking?? My head was killing me.                                                                                There I was, sitting in an exam hall, going to be the alma mater of one of the most prestigious B schools in India for which all I had to do was merely smudge the paper for two hours. My heart, on the other side, was pounding from inside, almost ready to spring out of any orifice it could...

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Excerpts from the book- II

Around fifteen people had turned up; ready to be stuffed withbeer, whiskey, rum and cheese burst pizzas. Anticipating theamount of semi-processed cheese bursts induced puke myhouse would be guest to that night, I had instructed peoplein prior that when feeling giddy, either run straight to thebalcony and puke on the road or make a dash to my toilet.The latter being the safer option though, I had made it clearthat my living and drawing room were not options, and thisrule, if tested, would lead to their ass being kicked straightout of my house.I had also asked my neighbours in prior, that if the decibellevels cross their patience levels, they can excuse me this onetime, as pretty soon I’d be leaving to be a part of one of themost prestigious B schools of India. This piece of informationwas met...

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Excerpts from the book- Cricket till I die

The Inception Of The Dream-“Happy are those who dream dreams and are readyto pay the price to make them come true.”– Leon Joseph Cardinal SuenensA sudden impulse enveloped me as I saw myself taking aU turn, driving on the wrong side of the lane and enteringthe confines of a massive gate. The top of the entrancesupported a semicircular board which read ‘Mohan MeakinsCricket Club’ in a worn out shade of black, from which layersof chipped paint hung loosely; ready to drop any momentand the board at its creakiest best just waiting to give way toa strong gush of a Delhi thunderstorm.As I parked my bike on one corner, an old man exemplifyingthe age old Indian phrase of ‘one foot in the grave’ confrontedme. He was the guard, as his attire suggested, a timeworn manin his late sixties it seemed, who...

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