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Category Archives: Personal
How to revive a dead blog?
So many people have tried. Most have failed. Let’s see how this goes. Wish me luck.
27 reasons why I became a smuggler twice in the past month…
Date: March 14, 2010 Location: MAC, Chepauk (Chennai) Occasion: Chennai Super Kings home opener Vs Deccan Chargers. Task: Dry run. Strategy: Smuggle a small P&S via my friend Niranjana’s not-so-small handbag. Results: http://j.mp/IPL3CSKDC Lesson: IT CAN BE DONE! And then, … Continue reading
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A brief history of my past 197 days in India Continue reading
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The Birth of The Cricket Fan in Me
The newest meme in the desi blogosphere – the one’s that only the hardcore cricket fans know about – is the one that Prem Panicker is guilty of starting. Though I am usually guilty of ignoring memes, I really have to take this one up. Not only because of the fact that the meme originated from someone that one looks up to, but also because the theme is something that is close to one’s heart.
My earliest memories of cricket are actually of my mom’s faux commentary in Tamizh – “Kapil Dev vegama bowling pottanaa…” (When Kapil Dev bowled fast), “Gavaskar ball-a balama adichan” (Gavaskar hit the ball very hard), “ball nera boundary kku pochu” (The ball went straight to the boundary) – while feeding me. The description of the ball traveling to the boundary usually coincided with a handful of rice going from the bowl into my mouth. Study time was then also cricket time with mom holding my hand and tracing the path of the ball like the shape of the alphabets accompanied by her commentary. Thus, cricket ensured that I, as a pre-schooler, ate my food and learnt to write with minimum fuss and soon Srikkanth, Gavaskar and Kapil Dev became my generic names for cricketers. Continue reading
Vandhuttenayya, naan vandhutenayya!
Yup. I am back. Or at least I think I am back. I am in the process of dusting a few cobwebs around here and also in the process of settling back in my dear city that I left more … Continue reading
Posted in India, Life, madras, Personal
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Thalaivaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Ok, I don’t know why the angle is weird, but a kind birdie sent me this and a few other pics from the Endhiran set. These are probably everywhere by now, but I got them just a few minutes ago. … Continue reading
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TOW I dust off this blog…
Well, sort of. It’s been more than three months and life’s still not conducive to blogging. But I don’t want to keep this place silent. To be honest, while I have been gone from here, I have done a few … Continue reading
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F.I.A – You suck!
Apparently, Article 152 of the International Sporting Code states that drive-through penalties are “not susceptible to appeal”. But why the fuck would the F.I.A wait for two weeks, schedule a hearing for an appeal, go ahead with it and THEN … Continue reading
Lali…
I met her just once but I owe at least a small part of the good times of the past year and a half to her touch. When she told me about her illness a few months ago, may be … Continue reading
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