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final call
unconscious tears
soldier son good-bye.

Saw thousands of brave ladies/gentlemen leave for war in a warship(Last night in CNN).
Thought of a Haiku.Rightaway.

Finally tasted masala dosa and sambar after nearly two months. For birthday treat of some of my friends, we had been to an Indian restaurant named after a place in mumbai, Chowpatti, which serves delicious home made food but makes a BIG hole in your wallet. Pav Bhaji Dosa was new to me. Check out some reviews on this place.

Offlate, Lemonade has become my favourite drink and I am drinking my way to glory. I hope we get such good lemonades back in India.

Hard work is like a yorker, either it pitches after the crease to hit the stumps or sixer..gone. phew!!

Here is my boyz version to the poem written by nidhi in her Sunshine blog. Thanks to Kavitha !!

If I asked, would you be loyal?
And when you do, would you stay forever?
To hold my hand through my code bugs
Make me laugh through my ephemeral idiocies…

Wipe my tears through another
job firing ?
Or cook me potato curry
on a tiring monday?
Or add some colors
to my rascally ppt’s?

Would you remind me
about the boisterous boy inside?
Or just let me play
the husband?

If I asked…

Jeethega Jeethega!!!

Just how Sachin had cramps while running like a lightning between the wickets, my throat suffered major strains as I shouted and cheered every run of the Indian team. It is now non-cooperating to stay in form. The crowd roared in sheer joy after getting intoxicated by the Sachin’s diwali celebration against Pakistan on saturday. The fireworks happened within the first 20 overs and whatever happened after that is history. As Sachin limped towards the pavilion, cricket lovers across the world were convinced once again that he is the epitome of modern day cricket. His swashbuckling innings proved to be the one of best of batting performances ever. Meanwhile, Mr.Crease Stuck, none other than Dravid occupied the crease till he swatted the final boundary of Waqar’s ball, showing his exemplary character in batting.

To repeat my version of the match report is crime. Its been the breath of India since saturday. But I have a different perspective altogether. Packed inside a huge hall of a India/Pak restaurant in a suburb of chicago, were 600 people from both the countries, praying single-mindedly for the Sachin vs Akthar magic. It started on the friday night by 1:45 am early morning and ended by saturday morning by 9 am. For every run of the 500+ runs scored and every wicket captured on that day, there were cheers from both the sides. Even here we had fans who had painted flags in their faces and with flags as two horns upon their heads. If I would have been in India, I would have watched it with just Indians. But this was a totally different experience. It was like sitting in an indoor cricket stadium loacted inbetween the borders of India/Pak in Kashmir. It sent chills to my spine. As expected, nothing happened. Nobody fought and it was a well disciplined effort by both sides not to mock at each other but to cheer up their country. Good show guys!!. Way to go.

Shouts heard during the match:

a) Jeethega Jeethega…Pakistan Jeethega
b) Jeethega Jeethega…India Jeethega
c) Ganapathy Paa Moriya….
d) East or West, India wins March First
e) Bharath Matha Ki Jai
f) Sachin Tendulkar ki Jai
g) Saaed Anwar ki Jai
h) Vaande Matharam
i) Maa thuje Salam
k) Jum para para para para para….huuuu haaaaa…huuuuu haaaa (keep saying this continously in a loop)

Finally as we saw Sachin taking the golden watch for the man-of-the-match, we knew we are going to having a peaceful sleep on that saturday morning.

Tail Piece: This blog, scribbles of the lazy geek, celebrates one year of blogging. Some more on this…sometime this week.