While the others may shine

Soooo....

The reservation flu has blown over and so has the wardrobe malfunction. I haven't written for some time for want of time... believe it or not.

For those of you who are waiting for something that is refreshing, here's an anecdote that's bound to turn your insides. Okay, too much gore here... just raising your eye brow here.

When I was due to pass out of my BCS, I had a choice. I obviously took the one that included playing basketball everyday, and consequently, there came a time when I was enrolled in the lowly Garware College for my MCS instead of FC.

Now there be no doubts here. All other colleges are inferior to Fergusson. Wadia was too studious, Garware was too TVC, and Modern was toooooo TVC. Only Fergusson was perfect. Besides, only Fergusson had an unofficial team named after a beer. That put it on the map of cool, and since I'd played an active part in making it Lal Toofaan, I obviously decided I had to be in Fergusson.

So when I was eventually involved with the losers (read the Garware folks), I decided that it wasn't for me to attend any classes.

It so happened that I'd come to college that day when the holy University (that upholds the castration of cows) decided to increase the number of seats for MCS.

Needless to say that I secured the last seat for Fergusson College MCS (as had been my BCS dream, I know not why). And now I'm here, trying to learn the difference between WSDL and "Who Said Dat Love?". Or any other rigmarole that you can think of.

So my main aim has been to ascertain that the Government's reservation policies are shown in a good light regardless of what the technical expertise of the people gain by them is. Therefore,
let me declare that I'm:
1. More moronic,
2. More stupid,
3. More bulky,
4. Fatter (just in case you didn't get point 3),
5. Idiotic,
6. Lazy,
7. Wise Assed,
8. Leechy,
9. Blood sucking (just in case you didn't get point 8),
and 10. Beery (I just love beer, it had to figure somewhere).

Bottom line is that, while I'm going to take a sarcastic viewpoint about the whole reservation issue, I might as well make a good job of it.

The IIT/IIM folks were either overpaid, or sucked anyways (anyone heard of those new grapes in town?). Why all the hulabalooo?

Cricket rant

So what do I talk about. There's the reservation shit doing rounds. And the India-US nuclear deal (that's old news) and ofcourse there's cricket.

I think I'll take cricket.

So I mentioned to Mom that India had just finished 15 successful ODI run chases, and that it was a record. She comes back by telling me that India lost the test match series.

So why test cricket? I won't pretend to understand the bloody game. Hell, I don't even watch one-days if the match doesn't feature India. What I don't understand is why so much emphasis is placed on a game that:

1. lasts for 5 days.
2. might not have a result.
3. has so much less spectator following.
4. doesn't have an ounce of tension until the last day.
5. where most batsmen spend time defending their wicket rather than resorting to some dare-devilry.
6. doesn't have a world cup (it'll last for ages!)
   
7. lasts for FIVE F**KING DAYS.

India is losing tests and winning its one-days. I find that extremely gratifying. Go India go! What I want to see happening is that India keeps losing all its tests, and winning all its one-days, and eventually gets removed from the list of test-cricket playing nations.

What people don't understand is that the original form of cricket was invented by the British upper class. The people who prided themselves for not having to work for a living. So if you're not working for a living, how do you occupy yourself? You invent a game that lasts for 6 days (thanks Aniket, for pointing this one out). Yes six. The original format of the game had a rest day in the middle.

The spectators used to be just as jobless, and consequently used to spend their time sitting just beyond the ropes, drinking copious amounts of alcohol (that is a part I like though).

I'm not saying that one-days have made the game perfect. Cricket is a game for the lazy. Test cricket infinitely so.

Look at what the British lower class invented:
Soccer.

Friday night no beer (and classnames)

I had talked to Tum around 2 hours ago. We were discussing the futility of life in Delhi, and how much we love Pune. And I was feeling extremely sleepy. And this is a FridayNight/SaturdayMorning that I haven't had any liquor because of a trip to Bombay. So I go to bed and sleep off. AND THE BAI RANG THE BELL. She has explicit instructions not to disturb this household on Saturdays. She did. And in my rote, I went to the door and let her in.

Usually when she wakes me up after around 3 hours of sleep I promptly get back into bed and continue snoring away to glory. Today... I just couldn't sleep. The OldManDownstairs kept shouting and the electricity went for a toss, and I kept getting reminded of the fact that I hadn't blogged for a week (and Saurabh (MyBrotherInLaw) told Tum it was so).

So here I am. Bai is gone and I have all the time in the world. Next post contains the real post :D. Sorry to bore you with my horribly mundane life.

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Bad times ahead / Good times ahead

Tum is going off to Delhi for her two month summer internship tomorrow :(. She's going to be visiting every other weekend, but hell, I never want to be in that Oakland place again. Lonely... so lonely :"(.

But, this time is going to be different. In Oakland I was allllllll alone. Except for the couple of times that Manish, Ashwin or Subho took me out. Here I'm the king of the road, and there are plenty of places to go. Rest assured, I won't relapse into that drunken spell this time.

And then there are the cats :).