My favourite moments in Indian cricket (Part 2)

Some more moments of pure joy...

7. Australia’s tour of India, 2001

After sweeping test series against India (yes, it started with India), Pakistan, New Zealand and West Indies, Australian juggernaut, having already broken West Indian record of 11 straight test wins, came to, according to their captain Steve Waugh, the final frontier. Things couldn’t have gone better. They pummeled India in the first test within three days. In the second test, they forced India to follow on. By the end of the third day, India was down four wickets and only Dravid and Laxman remained. On the fourth day, Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamjee began their journey into Mordor. They will end up destroying the Invincible Ring. Such was the class of batting that nine bowlers were used and not a single wicket fell. Some brilliant bowling from Harbhajan and Sachin saw India registering an unbelievable win over the 16-on-the-trot-winners Australia. The Indians went to the third test match full of confidence. Sachin made a long-awaited century, unplayable bowling by Harbhajan, and a nail-biting chase by India in the fourth innings saw them win the final test match and with it, the series. Australia will have to wait some more to win a series in India.
Why I love it: Laxman became Very Very Special, Harbhajan became The Turbanator and Ganguly was promoted to Maharaja. I was studying for the chemistry exam next day and,at the same time, watching VVS and The Wall bat. At the end of the day I was sure India will be able to draw the match. That looked as a great achievement. But, the next day, after the exam, when I came to know that India actually won, I ran to my home hoping to catch at least the presentation ceremony. The comeback was nothing short of a miracle. And I, who has never seen one, will always brag about watching it live. Team India will never be the same again.


8. India vs England, Natwest Trophy Final, Lord’s, 2002

India played pretty well in that tri-series – losing only one match before the final. But Marcus Trescothick and Nasser Hussain made brilliant centuries in the final to take England to 325 – a record for a Lord’s final. Things looked England’s way until India started its reply. Ganguly and Sehwag batted with such arrogance that there was every chance that the record would be broken. But this did not continued for long and wickets fell quickly. When Sachin got out, India were 5 wickets down for 146. Yuvraj Singh and Mohammad Kaif were more used to smashing quick runs at the end of an innings, but this time they had a major reconstruction job on their hands. And they did it in style. Nail-biting started after Yuvraj got out, but Kaif, being young and inexperienced, displayed maturity and kept his cool as if he had a hundred matches under his belt. Any of the three results were possible till the last over, it was that close a match. In the end, it was India who won the match, and the trophy.
Why I love it: It was the reaction of Sourav Ganguly that made me moist in my eyes. During the then recently concluded England's tour of India, Andrew Flintoff, after winning the last ODI in Mumbai, took off his shirt and waved it to the crowd. Everybody, including me, who witnessed that, felt utterly disrespected. But when Ganguly returned the gesture (and that too at Lord's), it signified that we Indians are no more the Mr. Nice Guys. So don't mess with us. More importantly, this win started the era where India would no longer heavily depend on the batting of Sachin Tendulkar. And no one was more happy about it than the Master himself.


9. The Small One, 2007

Nobody gave India a chance when Sachin, Dravid and Ganguly announced that they will not play in the T20 World Cup, and nobody was alarmed, because nobody gave a shit. MS Dhoni was named captain and he had a team which was vastly talented but very much inexperienced. What followed became history. India beat Pakistan in a bowl-out thriller, Yuvi hit 6 sixes against England after a spat with Flintoff (again telling the Union Jackasses that we are not Mr. Nice guys, don't mess around), won against teams like SA, Australia and Pakistan to win the cup. What was most heartening was to see this bunch of youngsters playing top quality, fearless cricket. They had nothing to lose so they never tried to prove anything, played like a unit, watching each other's back.
Why I love it: The joy, the celebrations, the experience. My roomies forced me to watch the whole final standing (according to them, India plays well when I stand and watch), which I obliged happily. The tension when Misbah took Pak very close, the O-mouths when he played the final shot in the air, the two second silence when psycho Sreesanth took the catch, the deafening shouts originating from our flat (and neighbouring ones), the victory lap and the presentation ceremony, and the streets of Noida with thousands of people shouting Chak De India and Jai Hind, these moments will remain forever in my heart.


10. India's tour of Australia, 2008

For the first time in my life I had some expectations from an Indian side going on a tour to Australia. They lost the first test, according to the tradition. The second test in Sydney was an example of how low a captain can go for a win. Despite India's loss and the whole Monkeygate affair, I felt a trickle of happiness that the mighty Australians considered India a big threat in their own den. But the real pleasure was the win at Perth. WACA was the last place on Mother Earth where I thought India could win a test match. But they did it. Sounds like a cliche - India lost the series but won the hearts. In the ODI series, Ricky Ponting was, for once, right when he said that there won't be a third final. India won the first two finals and with it, its first ODI series win in Australia since 1986.
Why I love it: My favourite moment of the tour was obviously the win in Perth. But there was one more moment in the ODI series, when in a league match Sachin hit Brett Lee for 3 fours in an over. The sheer disregard for a world class bowler, it decimated the Australian strategy and chances for a win defending that meagre total (they made 159). Those three boundaries set the pace for the Indian team which managed to win the series.

11. 200, Gwalior, 2010

Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament, Luke Skywalker killed the Sith lord and Frodo Baggins destroyed the ring. One can argue about if these three really deserved such a feat. But one thing no one can argue is Sachin Tendulkar making the first double century in One Day Internationals. No one was more deserving, though many thought that Sehwag or Gilchrist or Gayle would be the one to do it. A 37 year old cricketer, playing full 50 overs and half the balls in an innings, in cricketing world, is like Mother Teresa climbing Mount Everest. That innings was brilliant, that innings was astounding, that innings seemed impossible when you consider that he, a couple of years ago, was suffering from various injuries and was asked (or supposed) to retire from the game.
Why I love it: "The first person to make a double hundred in a One-day. And its the SUPERMAN from India. Take a bow Master." These words from Ravi Shastri made my day....and life.


These are the moments which tell me everyday that life never stops surprising you. Whenever I feel that I have lived my life and there cannot be anything that can make my day or cannot astonish me, I watch these clips (on youtube, ofcourse) and it restores my faith in a very old saying - "Don't count your chicks before they hatch."
Many people may not agree with some of the entries, or may want to add some more. They are welcome to do so, but as I said earlier, I, being me, don't care.

My favourite moments in Indian cricket (Part 1)

Today is a day of which I thought of only in my dreams. An India-Australia test series and India winning all the matches (although there were only two of them). I got that familiar feeling I get when I witness any great sporting moment. Trying to explain that feeling would be like teaching Macbeth to Lalu Prasad Yadav (totally unrelated). Anyways, the thing is, I remember the same feeling - moisture in eyes, tinge in the tongue, lump in the throat, fingers coming together to make a fist - when India won the Natwest at Lord's, or the 2007 T20 World Cup win.

That's why I've decided to pen down (or key down) the most memorable moments of Indian Cricket. Before doing that I would like to clear out some things. First, this list is highly biased. These moments are the ones occurring in my lifetime, i.e., I was there to witness them either personally or on TV or on youtube. That's why you will not find India's first ever test win over England in 1952, or the 400 plus runs chase in windies in 1976, in this list. Second, this list is chronological and not ranked. I can compare one or two entries but I can't rank all of them on the basis of awesomeness. Third, these are my moments. Some people may not agree with some entries and some may want to add some more.

I, being me, don’t care.

1. The Big One, Lord's, 1983

I was only 3 years old when this happened. Hence, it comes under the TV and youtube category. This feat can only be matched if India wins the next football world cup. India was David, West Indies was Goliath blah blah blah blah. What I liked the most was the smile on Kapil Dev's face when he ran to the pavilion after the win and again when he lifted the trophy. It was not a Miss-Worldsque oh-my-fucking-god-I-won smile. The smile was innocent, the smile showed joy. And most importantly, the smile said, "From now on, whenever you play against us, you better show some respect."

Why I love it: The repercussions of this win have been debated a million times but for me the most important one was, back home in Bombay, God was watching it. And he decided to play cricket  seriously.

2. Charity Match: Pakistan v India at Lahore, 10 Nov 1989

A reduced over charity match. Pakistan made 187. India needed 69 runs in the last 5 overs. But nobody was taking it seriously, except a small, curly haired boy who was making his debut in this series. He had other plans in his mind and when he lifted rookie leg spinner Mushtaq Ahmed for two sixes, Mushtaq’s mentor, the legendary Abdul Qadir, went up to the boy and said, “Bachchon ko kyun maar rahe ho? Humein maar ke dikhao…”.  Big mistake. Big fucking mistake. He was hit for four sixes in that over. Lord Voldemort was defeated by a year old Harry Potter.
Why I love it: I was in fourth standard and the half-yearly exams were going on. I suddenly heard my dad shouting in joy. He never shouts while watching a match, unless he is with someone. I was more curious about who was the guest rather than what was going on. When I saw that dad was alone and there was this boy hitting sixes and fours, I was mesmerized. That boy became my hero. And I started playing cricket.

3. The Hero Cup Final, Calcutta, 1993

1993 was both a curious and important year. I turned thirteen and entered teenage. Economic reforms, started in 1991, were starting to take some shape. The country, on the other hand, was trying to stand up and brush off the dust of communal riots. And then came this win. Sachin Tendulkar, in the semifinal against South Africa, showed that he could win a match through his bowling also. In the final against WI, another player, with huge glasses came to the front and gave his best ODI performance – 6 wickets for just 12 runs.  Anil Kumble would go on to take 10 wickets in a single innings, but this night he won the match for India.

Why I love it: What I liked the most was not that India won a tournament, but the spectacle after that win. Tens of thousands of flames could be seen all around the stands. People lit up paper torches and firecrackers and the scene was unbelievable.

4. India vs. Pakistan, World Cup, 1996

The tension that mounts before an Indo-Pak match can only be matched by the Cuban missile crisis. Half an hour before the start of the match the tension was tangible. The streets were deserted, even the panwallahs were closing their shops. On TV, even the stadium looked silent. It was a knockout round match and when Sachin got out, hopes began sinking. The Indians batted quite well, but Ajay Jadeja, on the other hand, had different plans. He made 28 runs in a Waqar Younis over. Yes, you heard me right, he made 28 runs in a Waqar Younis, reverse-swing-yukt death over. There has been no one better than Waqar Younis and Wasim Akram in the death overs in all of the universe. These two can reverse swing the old ball to such a degree that no matter in which direction they bowl, the ball will meander along and hit the stumps. And Ajay Jadeja, chewing gum and smiling, hit that Waqar Younis for 28 runs.
Why I love it: Pakistan openers started explosively. Aamir Sohail and Saeed Anwar were literally toying with the Indian bowling. Sohail becomes over confident, smashes Venkatesh Prasad to the cover boundary, walks up to him, shows him the bat and gestures where he will send the next ball. Prasad is red-faced. He has two variations – the slow ball has already been hit for four, he tries the another variation – the slower ball, pitches it up, Sohail heaves, misses, and the stumps are no longer parallel. The moment. Prasad has adrenaline oozing out from his nose and ears. He gestures Sohail towards the dressing room. The crowd erupts. At that moment, we could have won back POK. India went on to win that match and enter the semifinals.

5.  India’s Tour of England, 1996

India was still recovering from the world cup semifinal defeat in Calcutta when they came to England in April. The weather was still chilly and the ball was flying across the pitch like it had wings of its own. India, according to the tradition, lost the first test in Birmingham. The second test was at Lord’s and things were not looking bright. England made a modest 344. India replied with 429. There were two debutants in that match who, along with Tendulkar, will go on and change history. One would become the most successful captain of India - Sourav Ganguly, and the other would become the most trusted batsman of all time – Rahul Dravid. Ganguly scored a century and Dravid scored 95. Had he scored 5 more runs, India would have become the only team whose two batsmen scored centuries in their debut innings.

Why I love it: The batting of Sourav Ganguly. The English pacers kept bowling on his off stump hoping to get an edge and he kept obliging them by hitting boundaries on the off side. Poor people, they thought that he is giving them chances by playing away from off stump. It will be later when they will come to know that on the off side, first there is God. And then there is the Sourav Ganguly.

6. The Desert Storm, Sharjah, 1998

India needed 285 to win in the penultimate match against Australia. The fourth wicket went down at 138 and India were looking down the barrel. Then came the sand storm. As if the Gods did not wanted India to reach the finals. India then needed more than a run a ball to at least qualify for the final. But then came another storm, this time originating from the bat of the master. He not only glided his team to the finals, but then went on to try to win the match. But the Australians would never recover from this innings. He will go on to win the final on his birthday with another century. Sachin was considered one of the best batsmen in the world along with Brian Lara, Mark Waugh and Inzamam-aloo Huq. After this, he became the best batsman in the world of his times. Anakin Skywalker has just transformed into Darth Vader.

Why I love it: The unbelievable batting of Tendulkar after the storm. More so, the unbelievable commentary by Tony Greig. One could imagine him jumping in his seat. He was like a 5 year old watching Tom and Jerry. Such was the brilliance of Sachin that even Richie Benaud was using superlatives.

Rest in Part 2...

Facebook is a Stupid Idiot

I saw my ex on facebook
But I wanted to do what's best.
To show her there are no hard feelings
I sent her a "Friend Request".
But now her photo pops up in that random six
And I just think its mean.
There she is with a new guy, makin' out
On my computer screen.

Facebook is a stupid idiot...

My friend said you gotta be on facebook
To connect in the digital age.
So like everyone else...and their pets
I got my face on a facebook page.
Now the learning curve was a bitch at first,
I didn't know 'till I got burned.
That what I wrote on my wall could be seen by all
That's just the first thing that I learned.

Facebook is a stupid idiot...

It's a place for worthless information
Like an insane almanac.
Where women post minutiae
And men write stupid comments back.
Where women can vent about mundane events
And inundate the internet.
And where clueless men "friend" women
who they've never even met.

Facebook is a stupid idiot
'Cause I can stand to miss
The fact that Tanya thinks all her friends are "Awesome"
And for some reason..Pete "Likes this".
And Rita reports that the trucks are loud
But she still loves this city. It proves that
Facebook is a stupid idiot.

Now some woman sent me flowers
Though I don't even know her name.
I stayed home that day for hours
But no flowers ever came.
Then she started sending hugs and drinks.
Of course all of it completely fake.
Then she hit me with a "virtual pillow",
How much shit can one man take?

Facebook is a stupid idiot
'Cause I don't need to read
All the everyday hapless crap out there
Then ZAP!...It's a "News Feed".
Now some guy with a mind for trivia wants to know
How mine compares to his.
But I'm gonna buy a gun if he sends
One more fucking movie quiz.
And Liza says she needs fertilizer
'Cause her Farmville crops are small.
(...What the FUCK is Farmville??)
And Missy says she's just so damn busy today
But had time to write that on my wall!

Facebook is a stupid idiot...

David Ippolito

Video's on my facebook wall...

Dabangggg...

Salman Khan having lunch with his family after the release of 'Veer'.


Salim Khan: "Sallu beta, what is the name of the movie again...Veeru?"

Sallu: "No dad, its Veer. Its time you stopped being so obsessed with Veeru."

Sohail: "So you started with a flop this year. SRK's My Name is Khan did well overseas."

Sallu: "I hate that sonofabitch. He makes Veer-Zara and its a hit. I make Veer-Zarine, its a flop."

Sohail: "Yeah. You know what, we need a 'Wanted'-like movie. Let me produce it and instead of Prabhudeva, we'll get Rajnikant to direct it."

Arbaaz: "No no no. Let me produce the movie."

Sohail: "You?"

Arbaaz: "Yeah. I want to stand on my own legs. I don't want to live on the pocket money Sallu gives me. Malaika also is not getting any younger. Her item number and sexy guest appearance days are numbered now. We need money."

Sallu: "Okz. Arbu will produce the next movie."

Arbu: "Yippiieee. I have done some research already so that it looks hatke. You will have short hair. And you'll have a moustache. And you'll be a real cop this time instead of an undercover one. Plus, you won't be wearing a tshirt in the whole movie."

Sallu: "What? You know how difficult it is to take off a shirt? A tshirt is so easy."

Arbu (Smiles): "Don't worry about that. I have a great idea. you will never have to take off your shirt."

Sallu: "What??...How??...Are you nuts?"

Arbu: "Just leave it to me. Believe me, when the audience sees the scene, they'll go mad."


A few days later.


Arbu: "I've selected the probables for the cast. You'll have to finalize it ofcourse."

Sallu: "Go on."

Arbu: "Your mother will be Dimple Kapadia. There are no fortyish-woman-in-love-with-twentyish-boy roles nowadays so she's ready for the maa role. I'll be playing your brother."

Sallu: "Wait a minute. I think Sohailu should be my brother. He's feeling a bit left out of this project."

Arbu: "No, actually, its a role for a really dumb person. I can do it better."

Sallu: "Okz. But I need a fresh face for the heroine."

Arbu: "That's where Vinod Khanna comes in. He'll play your father. And since he and Shotgun Sinha are both in BJP, he can convince him to launch his daughter in this movie. Thus, we get a star daughter."

Sallu: "What about the script?"

Arbu: "Its a new concept in script writing. The script is in two parts - static and dynamic. Dynamic part will be developed as the shooting progresses - just like Wanted and Veer. Static part is complete."

Sallu: "What's the static part?"

Arbu: "The movie is set in UP."

Sallu: "Hmmm, then my character's surname must be Pandey. Okz, so lets start shooting...I mean the movie. When can we start?"

Arbu: "The car's outside."


Six months later, I was in a multiplex auditorium watching Dabangg. The dynamic part of the script must have been really dynamic - it went past me faster than the speed of light. Performances were average. Sonakshi Sinha was somewhere between Aishwarya Rai and Katrina Kaif (the point that both of them were Sallu's exes is as totally unrelated as Sallu and Arbu). Action sequences were good but one can easily spot the special effects. In all, the movie was just like the Gundas and Cheetahs and Yumraajs that Mithunda used to star in not so long ago.

But there was a twist.

The twist was Chulbul Pandey.

And the crowd went mad.

And I loved it.

Fuck the story. Fuck the screenplay. Fuck everybody. I am Salman Khan. I am Chulbul Pandey. I am the story. The movie is mine. If you could read between the lines, this was the real message Sallu bhai was shouting all throughout the two hours. And the audience loved it. They started seetis and taalis when Chulbul enters the screen and started mowing down the bad guys. Poor people, there were just twenty of them. They had no chance. They were bludgeoned through the off side, through the leg side, behind square leg, through the covers, mid off, mid on, everywhere breaking the fences. The seetis and taalis continued throughout the duration of 'Munni badnaam hui...' which has become the new 'Bidi jalaile..' of the nation. Infact, there was a portion in the movie where Chulbul was absent from the screen for ten odd minutes. There was a huge audible sigh of relief from the audience when he came back. It felt like I was watching the movie in Gorakhpur rather than in a Noida multiplex.

Many will say that it's a typical bollywood hero-centric type of movie. That's right. But only Salman has the style, the karisma, the panache, the awe, to successfully carry out the role of Chulbul Pandey, and hence the movie. Unstoppable...unbelievable. Who needs superheroes in bollywood when you have Mithunda, Sunny paaji and Sallu bhai.

Go watch it. You may like it, you may dislike it. But don't miss it. And do watch the climax to understand why Arbu was smiling.

In The Name of the Rose

Red roses were her favourites, her name was also Rose.

And every year her husband sent them tied with pretty bows.

The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.

The card said, "Be my love." like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,

"I love you more this year than the last year on this day.

My love for you will always grow with every passing year."

She knew this was the last time that the roses will appear.

She thought he ordered roses in advance before this day.

Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.

He always liked to do things early, way before the time.

Then if he got too busy, everything would work out just fine.

She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.

Then set the vase besides the portrait of his smiling face.

She would sit for hours in her husband's favourite chair.

While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate.

With loneliness and solitude, that has become her fate.

Then, the very hour, as on their special day before,

The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in and just looked at them in shock.

Then went to get to the telephone, to call the florist's shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him if he would explain,

Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away more than a year ago",

The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.

The flowers you received today were paid for in advance.

You husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.

There is a standing order that I have on file down here,

And he has paid well in advance, you'll get them every year.

There is also another thing that I think you should know.

He wrote a special little card. He did this years ago.

Then should I ever find out that he's no longer here,

That's the card, that should be sent to you the following year."

She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears were flowing hard.

Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached for the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he has written her a note.

Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...

"Hello my love. I know it's been a year since I've been gone.

I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.

I know it must be very lonely and the pain is very real.

For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.

The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.

I love you more than the words could say, you were the perfect wife."

"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.

I know its only been a year, but please try not to grieve.

I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.

That is why, the roses will be sent to you for years.

When you get these roses, think of all the happiness

That we had shared together, and how both of us were blessed.

I have always loved you and I know I always will.

But my love, you must go on, you have some living still."

"The roses will come every year, and they will only stop

When the door is not answered, when the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.

But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt

To take the roses to the place where I've instructed him.

And Place the roses, where we are, 

Together once again."

The Nothing Box

Wifey went out of town this morning. I was doing nothing. Then I started thinking about doing nothing. How easily can we men do nothing. And how doing nothing drives our wives and girlfriends nuts because they can't do it. I think its the anatomy, especially brains. 

I want to start with men's brain. They are very unique. They are made up of little boxes, and we have a box for everything. We got a box for the car, we got a box for money, a box for job, a box for you, a box for kids, a box for chores somewhere down in the basement, a box for my family, a box for your family. We got boxes everywhere. And the rule is - the boxes don't touch. When a man discusses a particular subject, he goes to that particular box, pulls that box out carefully so that it doesn't touches another box, open the box and discusses ONLY whats in that box.

Women's brains are very different from men's brain. They are made up of a big ball of wires. Everything is connected to everything - money is connected to the car, car is connected to the job, job is connected to the kids - its like a big buzzing ball of very complex circuitry.

Now men have a box in their brain that most women are not aware of. Its called a Nothing Box - it has nothing in it. And of all the boxes that we have in our brain, the Nothing Box is our favourite box. That's why men can do seemingly completely braindead things for hours on end. Ofcourse, this drives women crazy. That's why they go like, "You....can't....possibly....be...doing...noththththinggggg..!!!!!"

Now there's a university in U.S. (one of those countless universities who have nothing else to do but publish ridiculous researches like eating pig shit reduces chances of heart attack by 0.000003%) which did a study and discovered that men have the ability to think about absolutely nothing, and still breath. Women don't understand it. They don't understand the Nothing Box and that's what drives them crazy. Because nothing makes a woman more crazy or irritated than watching a man doing NOTHING.


Woman: "What are you thinking?"

Man: "Nothing."

Woman: "You can't be thinking just nothing."

Man: "Yes I can. I am in my Nothing Box."

Woman: "Can I come into your nothing box with you."

Man: "Duh..no...dumb woman. 'Cause then it won't be a Nothing Box, it'll become a Something Box."

Dadi amma dadi amma...

My last surviving grandmother died yesterday. Not that I was emotionally connected with her, infact she hated me (my guts, to be precise). The feeling was mutual with such devotion that even Mirabai would find herself offended. An example, she was being treated for heart ailments in Noida and I never went to pay a visit, not that she expected that from me. According to her, I was this darubaaz, chicken-mutton-eater who, just like his father, had no respect for elders and who would pick up a fight with anyone faster than Javed Miandad. In short, if she would have been around in bollywood, Lalita Pawar would have played roles of bahu with her as saas.

So when I was going to my uncle's home in Noida (where she spent her last days), I felt - in little, discreet doses - sad. When someone you love dies, you feel desperate and lonely. But gradually you overcome those through time. But when someone you hate dies, you know that the void might never fill up.

I think her daughter and daughter-in-law never see eye to eye. Both were crying in different rooms, and there was a sort of competition going on between them as to who can cry louder. Two teams formed quickly and I sensed an invisible rope stretching from room 1 to room 2 with both teams playing tug-of-war (I have seen this game played in my school, and the cries resembled amazingly).

I know I shouldn't bitch like this when one dies. But hey, this is a blog no one reads. I can be honest.

[Not totally unrelated]: What is the opposite of a eulogy?

Episode One

The idea of writing my own blog was simmering in my khurafaati brain for quite sometime now. And since today is the blog day, I decided to take the plunge. Posting this at 11PM because I've been busy as Chunkey Pandey whole day.

[A man once called Chunkey Pandey, said hello and died laughing. police asked Chunkey, "What did you say?" He said, "Nothing. I just said I'm busy right now, can you call me later?"]