Of This And That

Presenting a few thoughts and observations [all my own work]

Like yesterday, I witnessed a truly fun match between South Africa and Austrslia. Australia, batting first, scored some 430-odd runs, and pretty much looked like they sealed South Africa’s fate. But the Africans weren’t done yet. After a stunning innings by Gibbs (170 odd, off 110-odd balls), they made it a real nail-biter…in the end, they clinched the match by the skin of their teeth. With nearly 900 runs being scored in the entire day, I sure as heck wouldn’t want to be a bowler on either side…

Like I really hoped that the last post on the chewing gum would actually have comments put up there…me and my silly, stupid dreams…something me and my girl do: WMD…George Bush, if you’re listening, our WMD has nothing to do with mass-destruction (which, incidentally, you cause, under the pretence of hunting out the same crap)…in our world, WMD expands to We Manufacture Dreams…

Like I am finally going on a long, hard-earned holiday…tomorrow night I am off to Ratnagiri, Maharashtra…for a ten day vacation in the Western Ghats. Wish it didn’t have to come at the cost of not being able to talk to my girl…more on that when I return…

To all the F1 fans, the season has finally started…hope its more fun than the last one, which was plagued by the FIA doing weird stuff like going on a tyre conservation drive, among other things. Pity Karthikeyan’s not racing this season, though…he seems to be a nice guy (unlike the other rookie last year, Sania Mirza, who bugged me with her obviously apparent bitchiness) Here’s wishing him good luck in his racing career.

And for a final observation: there are some great blogs out there (India Uncut, Gaurav Sabnis) and there are some crappy blogs out there (just hit random blog…chances are, you’ll meet something crappy)…after going through a fair bit of them with an thoroughly objective (read comparing) eye, I am happy to say that mine is on the better side (although, is this what they call blowing my own trumpet??)

Adios amigos, for a few days. I shall see you, the erstwhile seniors, at the Portals of Hell, when you guys write your boards…fellow blog-amigos (I know that sounds really cool, and all that, but seriously, there aren’t too many of them), I’ll be back with Ratnagiri in a few days…

And girl…I’ll miss you…

Santa is watching, so be good…
Yours truly

Stay away from Happydent white

Statuatory warning:
There is a brand of chewing gum out there called Happydent White. DO NOT eat it, at all possible times. This is especially valid just after meals. there is a reason behind this warning: they put quite a big amount of baking soda in it, supposedly to whiten your teeth. That stuff is the same stuff they put in cheap North Indian hotel preparations, to make the dough ferment quickly...in both places, baking soda has the effect of giving you small burps...not that much fun, just after a meal...NEVER BEFORE KISSING A GIRL...all from personal experiance, by the way...
This has been put up here under severe personal risk, coz if Perfetti Malle read this, they can sue me for defamation, or summat, I'm pretty sure. (picked up that from the innumerable Perry Masons I have read)
this was a public service announcement brought to you en tote by Bheja Fry
Any communication, (though why you would take that risk, is way beyond my intellectual capacity, which happens to be one measly cell...) may be had by means of the comment board.

testing my patience

An examination hall is always known to sap the creative juices…the following is born out of sheer boredom…out of the inability to walk out of this mind-numbingly boring craphole. Believe me, I'm ready to do anything, absolutely anything, to bail meself out of this feeling of intense ennui…watch soap operas, celeb gossip shows, golf…read business reports, a books on the JEE problems, my girl’s blog, which is never updated…anything to save me from this lousy state of mind…but I can’t…so I write…I write whatever comes to mind (which isn’t too much, considering I'm writing this…and besides, I'm excavatingly hungry, or so the void in my head informs me…which means I will excavate for food??)
I write of my girl, who is scared out of her wits that what little I do with her, the Boss will report to her mom, with enough embellishments to put a Navratan Korma to shame…and send her (my girl, not her mom, who is a weird sort to say the very least…but rest assured, I will not say anymore here…I don’t wash dirty linen in public, you see.) Like I was sayin’, send my girl on the highway to hell, ACDC style…
I write terrible poems, like this one…

The papers rustle around me,
Faces screwed up in concentration,
Trying to remember the forgotten fact,
The quick trick,
The elegant method.

As for me, I'm penning this…
A poem with no intention or rhyme,
None but spending time…

The papers rustle around me…
Like Jerry the mouse, or maybe rabbits,
Pens are sent scurrying across the sheets,
Guarded by two neat lines,
Always inside those lines,
Never dare to veer off the track,
Stick to their course, they do…
The papers still rustle around me…