shhh....

 
Fear, first, eats up the inside of you to hollow it out so that the echo is loud and clear
posted by Hash at 11:32 AM

 
Her stern aspect makes her not just cold but unapproachable as well. Added to that is her aquiline nose reminding one of Cleopatra.
posted by Hash at 6:42 AM

 
Is silent, the most eloquent I can be?
posted by Hash at 6:41 AM

 
We have a gym in our new office campus and seeing the instructor I was reminded of my first brush with gymming. Back in college we had a really enthusiastic trainer who would encourage everybody to check their weight/height and suggest a 'regimen' to become or stay fit as the case may be. But what stood him apart was the two-piece advice he offered all:
1. Eat lots of fibre.
2. Keep off masturbation
People are still googling to see if there is any scientific backing for the second suggestion :)
posted by Hash at 8:00 AM

 
There's got to be something in all this seemingly solutionless jigsaw puzzle. Right now the pieces don't seem to form a picture and not to compund matters, all hope is gone that there would emerge something in the near future. Wait! Am I missing something? What if I just rotate this piece and see it from an angle? Doesn't it vaguely resemble a face of a child? It indeed does...How on earth did I miss such an obvious configuration? Trying too hard can also prove detrimental sometimes I guess..
Follow the lead and ye shall not find abandoned....
posted by Hash at 12:23 PM

 
All animals are equal. We are neither animals nor are we equal.
posted by Hash at 9:21 AM

 
After the drought comes the deluge....
posted by Hash at 4:59 AM

 
Am I not an obnoxious person? Ask any of my friends and they would tell you...
posted by Hash at 2:02 AM

 
A perfect start to the third test. Pakisthan is already two wickets down with the runs still in a single digit. Over to you, Inzy..Show the world what class is all about.
posted by Hash at 8:54 PM

 
I came in as early as eight o clock to attend my first video conference call. It being the first call was the only bright spot on an otherwise bleak schedule. I have never been comfortable waking up early for anything other than playing cricket..Well, I got into the conf room just in time for the call and slid into my chair. What I didn't anticipate was the marathon talk session that was to ensue with little utility and even lesser humour. One new thing which I came to know about was that my team is made up of, not people, but back bones and pillars. :) And one of them also happens to be a 'professional gambler'..Now that is somehting interesting.....
posted by Hash at 8:32 PM

 
Dark clouds and silver linings..
Today is one of those days when nothing seems to be going your way. Even the most dependable turn their back on you and you are left wondering if the world has lost its senses...Anyway, as the saying goes, every dark cloud has a silver lining and for me the silver lining came in the form of an introduction to VM :) After all there is some fairness in this damn world..
posted by Hash at 5:32 AM

 
Yipppeeee..
My day began on a happy note, more correctly, ringtone. B called up as early as 6:30 in the morning to convey the good news that he got the interview call. Now that is something. Wishing him good luck for his interview..
As if that piece of news is not enough I got one more call just when I was about to start for office. This time it is L who has come down to Hyd from Chennai. And what does he have to tell me? He is seeing a girl and their relationship would be solemnised early next year. That's a double treat in the space of 2 hours.

I am a happy person.
posted by Hash at 8:07 PM

 
No person is as bad as he/she seems to be. All people are good by nature. It's only the circumstances which conjure up bad moods. So forgive the people, forget the situations and move on..Life is beautiful
posted by Hash at 9:11 PM

 
The girl demurely held his hand and crooned in his ear, "I love you". He turned his head towards her and said, "I too...love myself"
posted by Hash at 9:08 PM

 
Dance into the wee hours of the night
Till you drop into a heavy heap
Not an ounce of energy left
Only the urge to do that last step

Let the music ring in your head
forever, from now to eternity
It's the mad who hear the unheard
If that be music, who wants serenity
-------
Forget that the night is still young
Waiting for something to happen
Walk out into the deserted open
Into the waiting arms of the darkness
No visions, no callings tonight
To meddle with pure happiness
If this be madness, I embrace thee
-----
Deal the cards one last time
I need to recoup my lost stakes
What's it worth if it can't be lost
posted by Hash at 7:27 AM

 
Whenever I listen to the song 'Mun paniya..' from the film Nandha I hang on to each word to see if can detect a trace, however minuscule, of senility in the voice. Nope, I haven't been successful even after innumerable replays. SPB does really well.
Why does this song haunt me so much?
Is it that infernal leitmotif again?
posted by Hash at 7:22 AM

 
What happens to all the time that is killed?
It gets interred in the depths of memory.

Am I happy?
posted by Hash at 7:15 AM

 
Look for happiness elsewhere, you will find it nowhere..
Feel it here, and you can find it anywhere..
The secret to happiness is not in finding the beggar only to discover that he doesn't wear a shirt. If you didn't get the context, sorry kiddo, you are at the wrong place. Go out and play ball. Actually it is not a bad idea. It keeps you fit and tempers your humour.
I am angry. Against. Nothing in specific. These days wherever I go, whatever I read, watch, I am getting only lesson. To channelise ones energy. I guess everybody is endowed with the same quantum of energy which we choose in our own ways, as our fancy deems fit, expend. So what am I spending as?
Let me put a stop to this confusion...

posted by Hash at 6:29 AM

 
The axe falls, heads roll and the juggernaut continues...unmindful of all the slush left behind in its wake.
I really hate it with my guts when I have to leave behind some of my team mates behind. I wonder how the guys at the top manage to do it.
And to all those who were shown the door, here is Subhash wishing all the very best in your life. May you have happier times ahead of you.


posted by Hash at 5:04 AM

 
"Of all the gin joints in all the world she has to walk into mine."
When will such a person walk into my life? May be I have to quit this job and open a gin joint :)

posted by Hash at 4:53 AM

 
IF by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

posted by Hash at 1:25 AM

 
I am sorry..Forgot to mention S-S-S-S-S-S-Sharukh in the pedlars list :)

posted by Hash at 11:52 PM

 
First it was Sachin, then came his clone. Following them was the not-so-angry-and-not-anymore-young Amitabh..Now comes Sania. Oh God! Please save us from these hawkers..

posted by Hash at 11:48 PM

 
Paritala Ravi is dead. Now don't ask me who he is for the simple reason that even I don't know who he is. The distribution list in my work place has turned into an obituary column for his anonymous person. I hope he wasn't a poet or a writer or an artiste as it will make me sad to heat the death of an imaginative person. Anway, let me be a good kid and say, 'May his (PR's) soul RIP'

posted by Hash at 4:02 AM

 
I am having a splitting headache and to quell it have been trying various stunts. For one, went to play TT and discovered that there are lot more people who have headaches more serious than mine. You may ask me how I know about their mental condition...Well, when guys can't take a joke in their stride then there is definitely something wrong in their heads :)

I just love using lots and lots of :) :-) :O :P :D :X :-{..ok..ok..you get what I mean, don't you? :

When was the last time I slept soundly? Can't remember..sorry.

Why the hell am I inundating this site with so many meaningless one liners? Because I am jealous. I came across a blog of a co-worker of mine and found that it ws being updated at the rate of 2378 words per day. If you want the link to the blog you better visit this site at least 50 times and then I may consider :))

posted by Hash at 3:52 AM

 

The Ogler

More than his nature his elevation helped him in his lascivious endeavours. Even when he was young he was drawn towards the fairer sex in a sort of obsessive manner which can be expected only in adolescents and maniacs. With age, he consoled himself, his libido would be tempered and his desires would take a turn to be moderate. Time proved him wrong in a very decisive manner. Not only has this 'aberration' mellowed but on the contrary it grew to such proportions that he veritable scared that it would incur on him irreparable damage. Age was simply a failure in dousing the fire in his loins.
The train was about to lumber out of the station. When the final announcement was made confirming the departure of the train he was still running hard over the overhead bridge. Presently he was running along the platform, pushing aside the people who are in his way and with one mighty heave managed to place himself in the last compartment of the train. Something rattled in his brain that this journey is going to be more than just a travel in distance.
Even though he managed to board the train one other problem presented itself. At the time of booking the ticket he could get only an RAC one and not a comfirmed berth. Since it was twenty days earlier than the actual day of travel he was absolutely sure that his reseration would get confirmed but was lethargic enough not to find out the compartment and berth allotted to him.
--TBC
posted by Hash at 10:41 PM

 
One heavily eventful week is drawing to a close....
GDubyaB makes it to the Preseidency once again..Sad that he couldn't be re-redefeated :) In the end it didn't turn out to be too close. At least not the popular vote. It was a decisive mandate given to Bush Jr. even they were made to endure some tense moments when the couting for Ohio state was still in progress. Need to dig into sources which can give me information about the electoral system in US...It seems pretty funny on the face of it but then democracy has always been fascinating for its inherent comic streak...
*************
Elsewhere in the world, Arafat is fighting for his life. There have been conflicting statements about his condition - rumours are rife that he is already dead. But at least for now the truth is known only to a few people.
*************
Tonight I am taking out my friends for a treat - my farewell party. I have never known myself to become sentimental on such occasions. On the contrary I was always amused by the general conversation which does the rounds in such times especially if some of the guests are in an inebriated state.
*************
My cousin called me up, sorry, gave me a missed call for me to call him up and find out that he is coming down to Chennai for an interview. I am wondering if I left the key on the sunshade so that he doesn't have to wait for me return home from the party..
*************
So many films to be watched and so few weekends..God doesn't have any sense of time or compassion..That is just one of my many complaints against Him :) The most important of all being His popularity when I don't even believe in His existence.
*************
No idea where the cricker match is heading towards..Dada is not playing and my interest in the match is only half-hearted to start with and now even Lachchi got out. Why should I fancy something which is not in the least aesthetic? If I have to watch cutting and chopping I might as well go to a butcher's shop...
*************
'Ignorance is bliss' - whoever said that must be anything but ignorant. There is nothing more endearing and entertaining than a woman with one foot always in the mouth and gaucherie her middle name. Added to that if she comes in a buxomous personality we can give most of the dogs a run for their money with our drooling...
Whenever I come across a girl who is making a pout I wonder where the beauty lies - in the girl or in the pout. All such doubts would be dispelled the very moment I see a person of my sex doing the act of pouting. Ugliness can never be personified in a better way.
*************
People ask me various questions but never more hilarious and earnest than the ones about my single status. My grandmom had always be sceptical about my stay in Chennai..
to be continued after lunch.....
posted by Hash at 12:01 AM

 
Inside the insomniac's head
Last night I was tossing about in bed trying really hard to get some sleep. But deep down I knew that it is going to be difficult and I would be spending some lousy time struggling to empty my thoughts and drift into sleep. The key at such times is, from what I have learnt over the years, not to get up from bed however tough it is not to. Armed with this knowledge I could do nothing much but toss around in the bed in the hope that it wouldn't be as late as the wee hours of the morning before I shut shop. Fortunately I dozed off after a bout of push ups and some more stray thoughts.
I was mistaken to assume that I would be let off so easily. I should have known better because, over the years, whenever I had a troubled day the tumult of emotions carries itself well into my sub-conscious so much so that they come back to me my dreams as florid and disturbing images...
posted by Hash at 10:19 PM

 
I am putting this line just to confirm that the journal is still alive and will be kicking, though very weakly, for some more time till it dies for good.
posted by Hash at 11:40 PM

 
Philosophical discourses, marathon hours of television watching, some more hours of sermonising, more tv watching - this is how I spent my Deepavali weekend. No visit to Vizag, no calling upon relatives, no outings nothing. Just pure vegetating. That is life at its basest.
posted by Hash at 11:36 PM

 
Sat'day Evening 7:45
The train chugs out of the Central station with a heavy heart rather labouriously. Before getting to his seat, he made sure who his co-travellers are going to be from the list pasted against the bogey. So the disappointment didn't come as a shocker when he was greeted by an all-male coupe. Never mind, it's not the first time and it can only get better from here. He glanced around the place and his sight spilled over onto the adjoining coupe and suddenly his eyes lit up. That's definitely a girl, who also happens to be in her twenties and more importantly looks not very ugly. The journey can't be so bad from here. The train also, as if in response to his blithe thoughts, picked up speed and let out a wild siren full of excitement and energy. After a while, by which time the passengers have made themselves comfortable and spread themselves in their seats, he turned around quite non-chalantly and stole a glance at the girl. But before he could turn around their eyes met and owing to the dimness of the light he couldn't be certain as to her reaction.
posted by Hash at 11:40 PM

 
An eventful weekend it had been. On Saturday I watched two movies - 'Tagore', a telugu flick and 'Pirates of Caribbean'. Both were thoroughly enjoyable. However, with the telugu film, I had problems listening to the dialogues above the loud din created by the more vocal Chiru fans inside the theatre. POC was an out and out fun film. Nothing much can be spken about the storyline which anyway was wafer thin but the graphics more than made up for the deficit. Swashbuckling tales of the pirates never fail to enthuse the crowds. Throw in a dash of gallantry, an element of mystery, a good-looking girl and you have a hit on hands. Rahul had a special reason to be even more ecstatic about the film as it had 'Jhonny Depp' in the cast. I was content watching the heroine though. It is the same girl who acted in 'Bend it Like Beckham'. Now I realise what I missed having failed to watch that film.
Coming back from the theatre in the night I sat before the television to watch the telecast of an old cricket match in which the Indians emerged victorious.

posted by Hash at 12:57 AM

 
The urge is once again at its peak only to fizzle out as soon as I sit before the computer. It's truly frustrating not to be able to express oneself. Words play truant and fingers turn numb for no apparent reason. The trouble lies in the fact that it is not the theme or idea which is driving me to write but the obsession to excel at the art of expression. Alas, I am only too aware that such an attempt will not be very successful. Nonetheless it is better than just waiting for the brain wave to strike.
posted by Hash at 11:38 PM

 
Beyond the elementary...
Arthur Conan Doyle will always be known for his protagonist's detective skills rather than his own literary talents. There are characters like this in the world of books which outgrow their own creators just like Frankenstein's monster though all may not be so monstrous. While I was reading the novel 'Beyond the city' I understood how much little we see beyond the pipe smoking Holmes when assessing Doyle. It could do with the phenomenal success and popularity of the reclusive which have enthralled many a reader.
posted by Hash at 3:23 AM

 
Korean War
A ceasefire was signed on 27th July, 1953. But the embers still smoulder. The two Koreas are technically at war to this day and North Korea's secretive (now a public knowledge) nuclear progamme not making things any easier. The group of six nations, USA, Japan, Russia, China, North and South Koreas, sat around the table to negotiate a way out of the current fiasco. However no party is confident of a breakthrough. The best outcome of this round of discussions, to quote one Chinese official, could be to decide a date for the second meeting. So much for optimism. In the US State department, the hawks are not too enthused about this latest overture to engage the 'rogue' elements as they see it as a sign weakness to cow down to the nuclear blackmail of the communist regime. Nevertheless, it is the only safe option at least for the time being.
posted by Hash at 12:37 AM

 
"Who is the greatest Briton?"
Sir Isaac Newton, according to the recent poll on BBC World. The nationals of all the Commonwealth nations were allowed to participate in this exercise and the poll threw up a couple of intersting results. For one, I believed Sir Winston Churchill to top the list but the former Prime Minister had to be content with only the runner-up position. If, only the British were allowed to vote may be Churchill would have made it to the top. Most of the former colonies would have voted against Churchill for his haughty stance against granting independence to the colonies. His opinion about the Queen's subjects in the distant was not exactly in flattering light and often imbued with racial slur. No other person in the entire imperial history of Great Britain would have believed with more vehemence and arrogance the racial superiority of the Whites as a race. His acerbic comments on Gandhiji are all too well known. But no one can deny the person was extremely witty, though mostly sarcastic, and a great statesman. His credentials as a war-time journalist, his literary exploits are no small attributes.
The only regret I had about the list was the third position. It so happened that our fat bull dog was on top of the delicate and charming princess, Diana...No pun intended ;) Now don't ask me how Diana ended up so high edging persons like Shakespeare and Darwin. Survival of the fittest I should say.....
posted by Hash at 5:57 AM

 
Time just goes by waiting for none, lost forever never to return. The irony of the entire situation is that we wait for the free time and when we actually get it, we device ingenuous ways to kill it. In fact it is time which is killing us insiduously making us utterly pathetic. To raise above this you need not just strong character but the stomach to work hard as well.
"What has given birth to such despondency?"
"Three days of watching the idiotic programmes on television"
"Why don't you do something to resist from it instead of whining about it now?"
"I have tried hard and I alone know the efforts which went into it."
"May I know what those efforts are?"
"Of course you may. After every session of watching I resolved never to bother about the tube and after struggling for half an hour with boredom I am forced to resort to the abominal stuff. May be I just lack the drive the will to impose my will on myself."
"That doesn't speak well for your aims and aspirations. A weak willed will never succeed in life and even if success comes it would be in spite of you and such kind of achievement is no achievement at all."
"Do you believe that I am ignorant of it all?"
"Does it make a difference whether you are blundering deliberately or accidentally?"
"Let me make a diligent effort and see if things work out better. Thanks for listening me out."
"No problem. Bye"
posted by Hash at 5:30 AM

 

A mere concidence????

I remember very vividly when Saleem bought the music casettete of Lagaan and was playing on his system. All of our wing mates were ensconced in his room and listening to the track, 'ganana ganana gan...' when all of a sudden, literally out of the blue, there was a huge downpour. It's not very ususal that you get rains in Chennai during the month of August that too when the sky had been pretty clear the whole morning. But it rained to the pleasant surprise of one and all. The same thing happened in the month of January when we were playing the song after a long time. This may sound slightly superstitious to you but you can't dispute a fact......
posted by Hash at 6:02 AM

 

It's hot...

The heat wave conditions in Andhra Pradesh have been a cause for serious concern with as many as 1,200 people succumbing to the inclement weather. Most parts of the state have witnessed temperatures above 45 deg c with Kothagudem recording the maximum of 52 deg c. Compounding this problem is the absolute scarcity of drinking water in many regions, besetting the government authorities with a herculean task of providing relief. The people are already frustrated with the scorching heat and the lack of basic amenities is not making things any easier. The state is already reeling under the situation brought about by last year's drought and any delay in the setting of the monsoons this year is going to make matters worse. The IMD proclaimed that the South-West monsoon, on which much of the agriculture depends, will set during June 8 -10. But not many people are convinced with the forecast of the department as their past record is not really very good at speculating. There are many instances where the Mets went wrong, that too by a huge margin. Even they have lost confidence in themselves and wish fervently that the rains do set in early to cool the flared tempers. But the early setting of the monsoon alone will not solve the problem. It has to be consistent throughout the period unlike last year where the whole month of July went dry after hopeful bursts in June.
More than fifty years after the independence we are still relying on the vagaries of nature. India has been lucky through most part of this half-a-century with the rain gods smiling on it more often than not. But a nation which dreams of becoming a superpower cannot rely on fickle elements for its very survival. Alternatives have to be found and quickly before it's too late. Sometime back there was a proposal to revive the 'Interlinking of Rivers' project. Debates are still raging on the economic viability of such a massive project, wherewithals to complete the task, the effects on the environment, social ramifications that will crop up etc. This is a tedious and dirty discussion but one we can't escape. With the ground water levels also going alarming low an expedient has to be found and the onus is on the government to take up the debate with seriousness. Other short-term options like rain-water harvesting should also be given a look in. Politicians should come above their narrow party affialitions to work together for the benefit of the common man. However, this is easier said than done. The situation is nothing short of a calamity and people who matter have to heed this call.

Necessity is the mother of invention. Hope the Indians don't disprove it.
posted by Hash at 5:49 AM

 
The travel to my new office building is excruciating. The roads are horrible in the first place and to aggravate the torture the bus drivers care a damn for sensitivity. They wield the steering wheel with absolute indifference and turn it in tune with the song playing on the radio. If it is a peppy number one can start counting the number of broken bones in the body. May be I should wake up early in the morning to be in time for the company bus which starts at 7:30am. One is assured of a seat, a good view from the window and if one is lucky, Martina Hingis also would have boarded the same bus. Wondering what Martina is doing in Chennai? Well, that's how a particular girl in our office is referred by me. She is not a dead ringer but resembles the tennis star quite remarkably especially around her jaw region. And just like MH, has her mouth partly open all the time. Ok, we have digressed from where we started ;) Don't you think spending one hour in the suffocating bus early in the morning is the worst form of torture? Hope this realisation descends on the top management and they change the timings to suit my lifestyle. A very humble plea, isn't it? :P
posted by Hash at 5:15 AM

 

The card

It's been more than a year since we got introduced to each other. Over this period we have kept in touch through letters, phone calls and visits. It was just a matter of time when one of us will pop up the 'question' or so I thought till recently. She didn't give me the opportunity to ask her whether she liked me or not. Even before I could muster enough courage she gave me a card and said that I was the first one to get it from her. I opened the card and saw that it was her wedding invitation. My good wishes to her.

posted by Hash at 4:27 AM

 

Roland Garros

French open has started and a few seeds are already shown the door by newcomers. Agassi survived a scare in the second round to live another day. But not so lucky was Federer who crashed in the very first round. On the other hand there is no stopping the power houses of the women section. Both the Williams sisters steamrolled their opponents to enter the second round. If only Anna had even a quarter of their ability...tsk..tsk...wishful thinking. Anyway, it doesn't matter as there is no television in our house. ;)

posted by Hash at 3:37 AM

 

Fur Elise

Beethoven's Fur Elise was playing on my jukebox sometime back. Whenever I listen to this track I feel as if I'm transported to a surreal place, floating on the notes and lost in ecstasy. Take my word, it's a great feeling...
posted by Hash at 1:07 AM

 
The weekend had been quite eventful for me. With all my roommates leaving for their respective home towns, I was left to myself for four days/nights. Nothing worth mentioning had happened in the first two days. But on Saturday morning, around 3 am (I can't vouch for the precision of this as I was quite sleepy), I heard the doorbell ringing. I was annoyed with the disturbance and waited for the bell to go silent. However the relentless buzzing sound forced me out of my bed and into the hall. It was then that I noticed the time - it was three in the morning. This sent a chill down my spine. Who would have come to visit me at this unearthly hour? Just the previous day anju warned me about the existence of ghosts. Could this be my frayed psyche playing tricks on me? Suddenly I felt the need to go to the toilet. I felt a slight tremble in my legs and hands also started shivering. Then there was a shuffling noise in the ground floor and some voices could be distinctly heard in the dreadful silence of the night. I started chanting whatever I remembered of 'hanumaan chaaleesa'. I am an atheist but fear drives away sanity and one tries to clutch on to anything for assurance. In all this activity I failed to notice that the bell had stopped ringing for quite sometime now. My brain started thinking that if the ghost is knocking on the door then it can not be powerful enough to break open into the house. This thought gave me some courage and in the newly realised security I was smug enought to go back to my bed and slept closing my ears as tight as possible. I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up it was broad daylight outside and sunshine was streaming into my room through the open window. Was it a dream? Or did it happen really? Well, there is no way I can find it out but does it really matter?
posted by Hash at 5:29 AM

 
There is silence everywhere. Not a soul was to be heard in the stillness of the night. As if to break this weirdness the church bells started chiming. Tossing about in his bed, subhash stretched to reach for the timepiece to check out the time. It was two in the night and still there was no sign of sleep. Even though he had a very hectic schedule in the morning he found getting into sleep a laborious task. Finally he gave up his unsuccessful attempts and got out of his bed. Groping for the switch he stumbled upon something slimy and was startled into a frantic jumping. The switch was located after some struggle and the room was presently flooded with blinding light. He closed his eyes impulsively with his eyes and waited for a while before opening them tentatively. With his eyes slowly adjusting to the intensity he eked out his way to the hall.
.....to be continued
posted by Hash at 10:14 PM

 

They did it...They did it

The WI pulled it off. Drakes and Banks made the impossible possible letting the crowds burst into ecstacy. What a feeling it would have been for the caribbean people in the stands! As I mentioned earlier my only regret is that Lara hasn't contributed much to this historic victory. Anyway, hope this acts as an elixir to the ills of the WI Cricket.
posted by Hash at 10:06 PM

 

Will they, will they not?

The West Indians have come agonisingly close to victory with just 47 runs separating them from a record breaking triumph. If they achieve their target they would not only redeem themselves for their passive performances in the recent past but also would enthuse new life into the WI cricket. However, it is not an easy task. Australians are one of the most pugnacious sides and one can be assured that they would not go down without a fight. They have world class bowlers in mcGrath and Gillespie who can run through most of the sides with little sweat. Brett Lee would also have made it alongside the above mentioned bowlers but for the reservations of the author with regard to his action. Nonetheless, he picks wickets and that is what which matters at the end of the day. So the final day of the last match of the four-match series is going to go down in cricketing history as one of the eminent clashes about which cricket lovers would discuss even long after the actual match was over. My interest in the match would have been heightened if Lara were still at the crease. But alas, what we have instead is Chanderpaul who is no less gritty but the same cannot be said his class.
I place my money on Aussies to emerge victorious. But as the cliche' goes, anything can happen in the game of cricket. So just sit back and enjoy...

posted by Hash at 2:49 AM

 
I wiped the slate clean to make a fresh beginning. I am not foolish enough to believe that this attempt is going to be very much different from my previous aborted unsuccessful one. But at least it's an attempt in the right direction and there is nothing wrong in being an optimist, which I'm as of now. Till this goody-goody feeling lasts I shall strive to post as many articles as possible, expressing my views, opinions, distastes, approvals, disapprovals and whatnot. Please feel free to comment whatever you like/dislike and the more disparate the audience the better. So here is wishing myself and my blog good luck....get, set, go....
posted by Hash at 2:32 AM