"Cameo!!" is the word that we closely relate to the T20 Game. This game came as a welcome gift to many youngsters. The world knew little Rohit sharma, who transformed himself from the crowd of mumbai trains to a cosy BMW and not the least, the little Niel O Brian of Ireland to show some attitude on the field.
Cameo is a little different in the world of T20, thats because almost everyone plays a cameo in this particular form of the game. The cameo here comes in the form of the "First Ball ka Captain", "Miss Bollywood and the likes of Deepika-Saif promoting their upcoming film Love Aaj Kal. I was just wondering, how could they do it ahead of a important game against England, which India was fighting for survial!! I was wondering, Were the producers of Love Aaj Kal sponsoring the event, or cricket sponsoring the movie.
With the cricket effecting sleep of almost 2/3rd Indians, We're in for a good business. But then, our tigers are still working it out there.!! Our own dish washer (Dhoni) has started being a pain. Thats because he changed his batting position from No.5-6 to No. 3, Where he feels he needs to play like Rahul Dravid and was almost playing a test inning knock in the world of T20.
Ya, its easy to sit down in a drawing room and give offline commentry, but then our own shers are having their shares coming from expensive match fees and commercials.
Chao, back to the match now,
Rgds
D!
Phir meri kahani yaad aayi...!!
Yup!.. Phir meri kahani yaad aayi.., because it was June 1st week and i called up to speak to my niece last night. She was all geared up for the first day at school after summer vacation. The little gal had discovered a lot. The LOT means, she has learnt to spell out small words from the previous reciting of ABCD's and many many more rhymes. She has learnt to paint (Car Tyres in Yellow and Sun in Blue) She had gone for vacations to her grand ma's place and most of all, her biggest achievement was that she learned to operate mom's new cell phone!.
This gets me back to my school days, It used to be the first or second week of June and when rain is at its best. Like every other little one, Had to really make sure that atleast for the first day at school, the pencil box do contain pencil and eraser. If so, probably a sharpner too. Make sure that i know which floor does my classroom lie and so on. The first day after summer vacation is pretty busy day.
Had i not had some friends like John, There would not have been much people to match shoulders to see who has grown up during the summer vacation. Big boys had even become bigger., and few bigger boys have left the school. Thankfully, there was no IPL then to discuss the best team and the pre-post match analysis between the young cricket rookies.
The first day at school is pretty confusing, It usually started off like with a hurry, thats because, for the entire of the last 2 months, you slept till 9am and then, all of a sudden, you are asked to wake up atleast by 6am. As I was in a boarding school for most part of my school life, I had a strict time table to follow. Usually, its the new school uniform, which used to get wet at some or the other part (due to rain). Our "Hi" and "Hello" would get over the pervious day as we had to be present at the boarding a day before the school started.
The best of the lot is the first 5 minutes of the class. Thats when you know who is gonna be your class teacher for the next 1 year. There used to be a cheer or a growl when the class teacher walks in. The first 5 mins of this 8-9 periods are surprising on day 1 as there would be different teachers coming in and would know which teacher is assigned to us for particular subjects.
All i could guess was, our PT sir is going to be Sir Thomas, Scout is again going to be another Sir Thomas and drawing teacher, Miss Pramila.., no matter in which standard i am!. There was uniformity maintained for all these subjects. :-)
All in all, my little gave me so much to think., Good were those days, now i can only think and long for those days, because its all the same everyday, unless i switch between firms.
Till next time,
Dhinu!
This gets me back to my school days, It used to be the first or second week of June and when rain is at its best. Like every other little one, Had to really make sure that atleast for the first day at school, the pencil box do contain pencil and eraser. If so, probably a sharpner too. Make sure that i know which floor does my classroom lie and so on. The first day after summer vacation is pretty busy day.
Had i not had some friends like John, There would not have been much people to match shoulders to see who has grown up during the summer vacation. Big boys had even become bigger., and few bigger boys have left the school. Thankfully, there was no IPL then to discuss the best team and the pre-post match analysis between the young cricket rookies.
The first day at school is pretty confusing, It usually started off like with a hurry, thats because, for the entire of the last 2 months, you slept till 9am and then, all of a sudden, you are asked to wake up atleast by 6am. As I was in a boarding school for most part of my school life, I had a strict time table to follow. Usually, its the new school uniform, which used to get wet at some or the other part (due to rain). Our "Hi" and "Hello" would get over the pervious day as we had to be present at the boarding a day before the school started.
The best of the lot is the first 5 minutes of the class. Thats when you know who is gonna be your class teacher for the next 1 year. There used to be a cheer or a growl when the class teacher walks in. The first 5 mins of this 8-9 periods are surprising on day 1 as there would be different teachers coming in and would know which teacher is assigned to us for particular subjects.
All i could guess was, our PT sir is going to be Sir Thomas, Scout is again going to be another Sir Thomas and drawing teacher, Miss Pramila.., no matter in which standard i am!. There was uniformity maintained for all these subjects. :-)
All in all, my little gave me so much to think., Good were those days, now i can only think and long for those days, because its all the same everyday, unless i switch between firms.
Till next time,
Dhinu!
On the lighter side.....
Hmm... This post should have come a long back..., Probably soon after Mumbai Indians were shown the door off IPL, Indian Paisa League.
The city that i have been staying off late was Bangalore!! So unintentionally Bangalore becomes "My team" but, there was a catch. I was staying at a PG and we were 8 in all, Different people across the country and each picked up one, Someone else picked up Mumbai Indians and I was given option between, DC, KKR and Rajasthan Royals.!! I decided to go with Deccan Chargers.
But, now with Mumbai Indians being out of tournament, DC & Bangalore was quite Inn. I decided not to be beaten up or atleast not being stared by the local public at Bangalore, hence never sported a DC T.shirt., But got more used to taking up effort to speak kannada (god knows how it sounded.) Too good, especially when you are using the local BMTC (Bangalore Metropolitan Transport Corporation) buses for commuting to and fro...
Wanted to be a little more open to the "Namma Bengaluru" crowd and this stint took place when i got into the bus from the home to office. To the conductor who tried keeping the crowd away from the door.... "Erudu ITPL..." I said..., Conductor quickly collected Rs. 20 and handed me 2 tickets to ITPL. Wow, the day 1 was amazing, with 1 word spoken out. The next day, it was the same time and hence the same bus and the same conductor, So this time.. me being alone, I showed my voting finger and said ITPL.., Yup!! that was 1 ITPL., The conductor, still gave me a ticket and took Rs. 10 from me and flashed his front 4 teeth !!!
So now that we'd turned friendly.., i asked him " Ennu Saar... Ennu Samachara ?? " (How r u ? or for the dudes, Wass up..) for which he replied something which i barely could understand, but hopefully must have said that he is fine. I smiled back. What if he must have said that his wife is not well, Mother in Law expired last week, and had a loss at his part time business and i replied him by smiling back ?? I would have been a dead meat!!
As the time and road passed by, the man, would have been expecting me to ask for few more questions and discuss something else (maybe the elections) or any damn thing on this earth. He wasn't having much of crowd then and the bus was running empty!! He came back and asked me something in Kannada, now for the champ that i was in kannada, I replied him... " Kannada Swalpa Swalpa Gothu....." (I know a little little kannada...).
"Hindi ??..." I asked him.. He said, Hindi Gotilla saar... "English..??", Gotilla saar.. I had a "I am sorry dude" kinda face towards him... which he accepted quite gleefully. He was aware of the fact that there are many outsiders who come to Bangalore and this guy could be one among them. The next day, me caught in the same bus and same conductor. For the guy he was, He really had a part time business and he handed me a Rs. 5 ticket and charged me only Rs. 8. Gosh isn't that business ? I scratch u're back and u scratch my ass !!
Now, that was allowed in Bangalore, they've a mutual understanding between the bus conductors, If am short of a rupee or so, he may not as well give me a ticket, but can travel with whatever i have!! He would never be running out of pocket money for a peg or two at the end of the day. He had been quite happy trying his business stunt on me and even happy that i never objected to it. The fact was, I could not ask about whats happening in kannada and the guy did not know english or hindi.
He, made it clear about giving extra service to his newly discovered client, Used to walk up often and pass a grin, would often shout out "ITPLaaa" and all that a bus conductor can do to make his client happy. It was one fine day that, I was caught dosing in the bus (Thanks to IPL matches). Our business man came upto me and tried to speak to me, but u know, action speak louder than words and i interpretted his actions as "What ??". He went over and over with his action of "What ??" and when i observed outside, it was a place that i never have been to before and i looked back at him quite inquistively....
He finally managed some english and asked... " Where are you upping...?" I had a (:) look on my face. What did he mean ?? From the surrounding i knew that i had missed the stop and he wanted to ask me where am i alighting ??... Hmm... for the english that he spoke, he seemed to be funny, but then, wasn't that a proper english ? he must have asked, Where are you gonna UP your BOTT.
Cheers...
Dhinu!!
The city that i have been staying off late was Bangalore!! So unintentionally Bangalore becomes "My team" but, there was a catch. I was staying at a PG and we were 8 in all, Different people across the country and each picked up one, Someone else picked up Mumbai Indians and I was given option between, DC, KKR and Rajasthan Royals.!! I decided to go with Deccan Chargers.
But, now with Mumbai Indians being out of tournament, DC & Bangalore was quite Inn. I decided not to be beaten up or atleast not being stared by the local public at Bangalore, hence never sported a DC T.shirt., But got more used to taking up effort to speak kannada (god knows how it sounded.) Too good, especially when you are using the local BMTC (Bangalore Metropolitan Transport Corporation) buses for commuting to and fro...
Wanted to be a little more open to the "Namma Bengaluru" crowd and this stint took place when i got into the bus from the home to office. To the conductor who tried keeping the crowd away from the door.... "Erudu ITPL..." I said..., Conductor quickly collected Rs. 20 and handed me 2 tickets to ITPL. Wow, the day 1 was amazing, with 1 word spoken out. The next day, it was the same time and hence the same bus and the same conductor, So this time.. me being alone, I showed my voting finger and said ITPL.., Yup!! that was 1 ITPL., The conductor, still gave me a ticket and took Rs. 10 from me and flashed his front 4 teeth !!!
So now that we'd turned friendly.., i asked him " Ennu Saar... Ennu Samachara ?? " (How r u ? or for the dudes, Wass up..) for which he replied something which i barely could understand, but hopefully must have said that he is fine. I smiled back. What if he must have said that his wife is not well, Mother in Law expired last week, and had a loss at his part time business and i replied him by smiling back ?? I would have been a dead meat!!
As the time and road passed by, the man, would have been expecting me to ask for few more questions and discuss something else (maybe the elections) or any damn thing on this earth. He wasn't having much of crowd then and the bus was running empty!! He came back and asked me something in Kannada, now for the champ that i was in kannada, I replied him... " Kannada Swalpa Swalpa Gothu....." (I know a little little kannada...).
"Hindi ??..." I asked him.. He said, Hindi Gotilla saar... "English..??", Gotilla saar.. I had a "I am sorry dude" kinda face towards him... which he accepted quite gleefully. He was aware of the fact that there are many outsiders who come to Bangalore and this guy could be one among them. The next day, me caught in the same bus and same conductor. For the guy he was, He really had a part time business and he handed me a Rs. 5 ticket and charged me only Rs. 8. Gosh isn't that business ? I scratch u're back and u scratch my ass !!
Now, that was allowed in Bangalore, they've a mutual understanding between the bus conductors, If am short of a rupee or so, he may not as well give me a ticket, but can travel with whatever i have!! He would never be running out of pocket money for a peg or two at the end of the day. He had been quite happy trying his business stunt on me and even happy that i never objected to it. The fact was, I could not ask about whats happening in kannada and the guy did not know english or hindi.
He, made it clear about giving extra service to his newly discovered client, Used to walk up often and pass a grin, would often shout out "ITPLaaa" and all that a bus conductor can do to make his client happy. It was one fine day that, I was caught dosing in the bus (Thanks to IPL matches). Our business man came upto me and tried to speak to me, but u know, action speak louder than words and i interpretted his actions as "What ??". He went over and over with his action of "What ??" and when i observed outside, it was a place that i never have been to before and i looked back at him quite inquistively....
He finally managed some english and asked... " Where are you upping...?" I had a (:) look on my face. What did he mean ?? From the surrounding i knew that i had missed the stop and he wanted to ask me where am i alighting ??... Hmm... for the english that he spoke, he seemed to be funny, but then, wasn't that a proper english ? he must have asked, Where are you gonna UP your BOTT.
Cheers...
Dhinu!!
IPL Belongs to the BLUES...
Flashback.. IPL 1.
Rajasthan Royal, being penalised for not spending the qouta of amount on the player's auctions, unargueably, the worst looking team were on No. 8 for everyone, Went to win the honour. Thanks to a legend called Shane Warne. The blues take it away. I was a little disappointed as i missed the finals coz i was travelling.
IPL 2.
Deccan Chargers and Royal Challengers, both at the bottom of the table from IPL 1, makes it to the top, Thanks to dedication from a legend called Gilchrist and the bank balance of Mr. Mallaya, for spending the most on KP. This IPL too clearly belonged to the blues. Say it just a fate or the numerology, Deccan Chargers changed their jersey color and they are now amazingly on the top., the title holders of IPL 2.
IPL 3. (A Vision).
Browse through the table, the No. 7 & 8 belongs to Mumbai and Kolkatta respectively. IPL still belongs to the blue. Mumbai (for the jersey color) is gonna bounce back and be on the top of the list and gonna defeat Kolkatta knight riders (No.8) in the finals (the easiest opponent).
And guess what..., there is a little more irony adding to this. Next year, Mr. SRK would be performing at the closing ceremony, The reason, its the person from the runners-up team who would be putting their best leg forward (Katrina from Royal Challengers this time).
Well, My future's looking bright for the thought that i am putting!!! If not RED, its BLUE...
Lots of Luv, Dhinu!!
Rajasthan Royal, being penalised for not spending the qouta of amount on the player's auctions, unargueably, the worst looking team were on No. 8 for everyone, Went to win the honour. Thanks to a legend called Shane Warne. The blues take it away. I was a little disappointed as i missed the finals coz i was travelling.
IPL 2.
Deccan Chargers and Royal Challengers, both at the bottom of the table from IPL 1, makes it to the top, Thanks to dedication from a legend called Gilchrist and the bank balance of Mr. Mallaya, for spending the most on KP. This IPL too clearly belonged to the blues. Say it just a fate or the numerology, Deccan Chargers changed their jersey color and they are now amazingly on the top., the title holders of IPL 2.
IPL 3. (A Vision).
Browse through the table, the No. 7 & 8 belongs to Mumbai and Kolkatta respectively. IPL still belongs to the blue. Mumbai (for the jersey color) is gonna bounce back and be on the top of the list and gonna defeat Kolkatta knight riders (No.8) in the finals (the easiest opponent).
And guess what..., there is a little more irony adding to this. Next year, Mr. SRK would be performing at the closing ceremony, The reason, its the person from the runners-up team who would be putting their best leg forward (Katrina from Royal Challengers this time).
Well, My future's looking bright for the thought that i am putting!!! If not RED, its BLUE...
Lots of Luv, Dhinu!!
Daily funny moments....
Aah..! who doesn't like to have a funny moment going, atleast to make up a day, or if not to make up a day, Only to widen your lips and broaden your cheeks... :-)
Tryst with destiny, The funniest moment when you wake up is you thinking... "Shit.. where is this noice coming from ? where am i lost ?", its just that we dont realise where we are. The snoozing alarm on the cell phone, Thank You!!
When i ride to the office, the security, even though they see me every other day, do have an inquistive look., as if i am human bomb just about to explode. They dont even pass a smile till the time they are done with checking the vechile and the bag that i carry. Thanks to my looks!!
The parking lot has the same people working, but each and everyday, they wish to see my parking lot pass as well as closely inspect the Vechile No. and the Pass exipry date. Makes me feel guilty at times for having opted my own transport. Also for the fact that, i am not a terrorist.
Once in my office cafeteria, I see most common faces, But the best comes, when i visit the restroom, Have got a list of faces, whom i dont meet anywhere else than the rest room area. Luckily, we human still haven't forgotten to say cheese & pass a smile. There is much more than funny things happening here... The reactions are different. A humm that manages to escape the lips when in full song is a real treat to watch. The other kodak moment is when you catch the ugliest staring at the mirror and combing to glory!! Am never visited the HER's room, or i would have a real lot to write in this para.
The next of the funny moment is when i look at people who are senior to me. I somehow, for god damn reason find that they are never intelligent and dig upon stupid stuff to bring out something that may not even be worth looking at. So is that really funny, Nope.. it ain't funny... but frustrating moments..
Now that am no more in chennai, i dont see any clowns and jokers around. But that doesn't mean Bangalore is short of them. Aah.. Except for the last one that i described about the managers., rest all of them, do let me take an off from the normal "thought bag" that i carry.
Cheers!!
Tryst with destiny, The funniest moment when you wake up is you thinking... "Shit.. where is this noice coming from ? where am i lost ?", its just that we dont realise where we are. The snoozing alarm on the cell phone, Thank You!!
When i ride to the office, the security, even though they see me every other day, do have an inquistive look., as if i am human bomb just about to explode. They dont even pass a smile till the time they are done with checking the vechile and the bag that i carry. Thanks to my looks!!
The parking lot has the same people working, but each and everyday, they wish to see my parking lot pass as well as closely inspect the Vechile No. and the Pass exipry date. Makes me feel guilty at times for having opted my own transport. Also for the fact that, i am not a terrorist.
Once in my office cafeteria, I see most common faces, But the best comes, when i visit the restroom, Have got a list of faces, whom i dont meet anywhere else than the rest room area. Luckily, we human still haven't forgotten to say cheese & pass a smile. There is much more than funny things happening here... The reactions are different. A humm that manages to escape the lips when in full song is a real treat to watch. The other kodak moment is when you catch the ugliest staring at the mirror and combing to glory!! Am never visited the HER's room, or i would have a real lot to write in this para.
The next of the funny moment is when i look at people who are senior to me. I somehow, for god damn reason find that they are never intelligent and dig upon stupid stuff to bring out something that may not even be worth looking at. So is that really funny, Nope.. it ain't funny... but frustrating moments..
Now that am no more in chennai, i dont see any clowns and jokers around. But that doesn't mean Bangalore is short of them. Aah.. Except for the last one that i described about the managers., rest all of them, do let me take an off from the normal "thought bag" that i carry.
Cheers!!
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