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Monty, Monty, Monty...

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I've been harping on Monty Panesar's non-selection for the first two Ashes Tests, and today when he finally got a game, Monty gave me due reason to vent even more at the idiots who decided against playing him in Brisbane and Adelaide. Today, on day one at Perth, Monty took 5 for 92 on Ashes debut and became the first Englishman - and third spinner - to take five in an innings at the WACA.

He bowled in such a controlled manner, and was so effective, that you have no option but to wonder why he sat out in the first two Tests. Monty's two-fingered salute to Duncan Fletcher or Andrew Flintoff or whoever decided not to play him was superb. Just superb. This guy is a matchwinner to the core. How Ashley Giles, who missed a year with a dodgy hip, who's a containing bowler, was preferred over Monty is whack. He didnt get wickets, he didnt score runs, and he dropped the Ashes, in all probability.

Monty landed the ball in the right areas, spun the ball, teased, tempted, took some…

Flintoff leads England Down Under

Freddie is captain of England for the Ashes. Giles has been recalled without match experience. Vaughan will "shadow" the side in Australia. Hoo-hah.

Derek Pringle, writing in The Daily Telegraph, backed Flintoff's appointment as England captain for this winter's Ashes.

The Times' Simon Barnes heralds the choice of "special" Flintoff as England captain to defend the Ashes for his ability to strike fear in the opposition and inspire his team-mates.

Writing in The Guardian, Mike Selvey feels that England's mini-army for the Ashes tour is a good idea after the shambles of the previous visit down under.

Sabse bade Omkara re

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I've seen Omkara five times now, and each time the film leaves me captivated. This is arguably the best film of this year. From the opening scene - which captures the rugged Indian landscape in a way not seen since Sholay, or to a lesser level Bandit Queen - between Saif Ali Khan and Deepak Dobriyal to the final in which only Viveik Oberoi remains standing, the film is first-rate. Critics of the film have singled out the rough, Uttar Pradesh-dialogue (which, honestly, is a kitsch of UP and Rajasthani) to the slow pace and the seriousness of the climax, but that's all just a load of bull. In these times of Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna and a long list of Juhu-born, London-fed yuppie directors churning out candyfloss to no end, Omkara is poignant, no-nonsense cinema.

Kudos to Vishal Bhardwaj, the director-cum-music director. In cricketing parlance, his masterpiece Maqbool was a one-dayer, and Omkara a fullblown Test match. Here, Vishal proves without a shred of doubt that he is a fine s…

It’s cricket...

Its arguing with Saad over who’s better,
Sachin or Lara

It’s drinking tea with Ehtesham
As over the radio you hear
Zaheer bowl Steve Waugh

It’s discussing Sachin’s batting
With Kabir, India vs England, 3rd Test,
Bangalore

It’s calling up Nikhil at 3 am
To tell him Saurav won the toss

It’s waking up to check the score,
And then wishing you’d never gotten
Out of bed

It’s hearing Chattha talk about
The time he bumped into Shoaib

It’s Imran telling you he stood
Up in the stands at Gaddafi
To clap for Sachin

It’s finding out that you
Were once at the same
Match in Bombay as
Karan and Nilesh

It’s telling Cato that India
Will beat Zimbabwe on
February 19, 2003

It’s Cato telling you that they can’t

It’s Jamal swearing by
Wasim Akram as the
Greatest fast bowler

It’s sitting with Deval
And Avais as India
Struggle against Holland


It’s getting an extension wire
Down to the basement of
Calcei

It’s walking to Lowry
At a quarter to seven in
The morning to get coffee
After Sehwag has blazed his
Way to a century against England

It’s talkin…

Tapori ki shaadi

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[Matrimonial advert by a Mumbai tapori for a suitable girl]














Apun Pakia!!!

Umar 30 saal, wajan 80 killo aur 6 phoot height kya!
Abhi who bole to kaya hai na apun ko bhi life me settle hone ka
Maangta , isi liye yeah advertisement apun paper me chaap re la hai...

Maanta hai apun Tapori hai bahut log ka pungi bajayela hai magar
Kya hai naa apun ka bhi izzat hai baap markit me!!! apun ko bhi
Public shaadi bia me bolati hai who bhi izzat se!

Saaal ka 5/6 peti to apun aaram se kama leta hai...

Buri aadat bole to daaru aur bidi, ab who kon nahi pita yaar akkha
Bada bada log apun log se jaasti chada leta hai...

Ab chokiri apun ko aisi chahiye ke saath me nikele to public ki
Jalke Raakh hojawe! bole to aik dam jhakas maal, patakha aik dam
Patakha... thoda padi likhi hogi to chale ga kion ke saala yeah kabhi
Kabhi form bharne ke liye apun ko 25 log ka haat pair jodna padta
hai..

Apun jo hai na shaadi ki baad aik dam sudhar jaayinga, iman se...
Apun ka baccha log ko pada likah tapori banayinga... bole to
Tapo…

Much more than jazz by the bay...

Enjoyed a good evening of classic rock yesterday. My friend Anil and I headed down to Not Just Jazz By The Bay to check out this cover band 'One Night Stand', who are all old MTV buddies of Anil's. They rocked. It was a dry day - another stupid reason or something from the Maharashtra govt - but we were hooked up with rum n cokes now and then thanks to the band. We didnt really need the drinks, because these guys were awesome. They belted out classic rock numbers from Cream, Deep Purple, The Who, Van Halen, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Guns n Roses, and more.

As Nina Manuel and her After Hours entourage prowled the backstands and a quite 'happy' Cyrus Broacha made a vocal guest appearance to cheer his rock buddies on, the band kept all of us jamming with classic song after song.

Just before the close, Sarosh, the lead guitarist, played the sweetest version of 'Where the Streets Have No Name' that I've heard since U2 live at the Boston Garden. It was intense. The …

City rain, city streets

The monsoon season has begun in Bombay. It has been seven summers since I last experienced it, and I don't know if I really missed it at all. While it's refreshing to have a shower take the humidity away, the tension of wading through the muck and travelling on the local train in a downpour is far from comforting. It's not all Monsoon Wedding, as Mira Nair would have you believe.

The monsoon hits Bombay in the month of June; tumultuous showers, sporadic though they may be,last till the end of August and make the climate pleasantly bearable. Last summer, on July 26, the city witnessed the worst case of rain and floods. Floodwaters poured into houses in Bombay’s northern suburbs, streets and houses were wrecked, buildings collapsed, and doubledecker buses were submerged. Tens of thousands of people were stranded for hours on roads in Bombay, and its airport, one of the busiest in the country, was shut on Terrible Tuesday. After six days or monsoon carnage the death total hit …

The case of Laxman

Take that 281 at Eden Gardens and lock it up. Wrap it preciously in satin, place it securely in a treasure chest, and don’t look back at it. At least not until the end of VVS Laxman’s international career.

Laxman, the man, the cricketer, the victimised, needs to be freed from the expectations that succeed that breathtaking innings. An innings that made us proud to be Indians, for India brought Australia to their knees in stunning fashion. This was the Australia of 16 successive victories humbled by the most gentle craftsmen, soft of hand but brutal in mastery.

After Laxman's golden run against Australia, Steve Waugh said: “If you get [Rahul] Dravid, great. If you get Sachin [Tendulkar], brilliant. If you get [VVS] Laxman, it's a miracle.” No miracle this, for Laxman now finds himself caught between the past and the future. Adam Gilchrist wondered aloud: "Everytime he plays against us he comes up with something special and the next thing we read after the series is he is dro…

Ponting v Vaughan: there is no argument

This winter's Ashes in Australia has taken a new look.

Nothing sums up the difference between both sides than the state of both captains. Since that awesome Ashes series last summer came to a euphoric end at The Oval in September, Ricky Ponting
has gone from superb talent to virtual phenomenon, while Michael Vaughan has slumped from leader of a new era to hobbling, crippled has-been. Ponting's brilliant face-saving hundred against Bangladesh in early April was his ninth in 14 Tests - including an average of 76 in his last 10 - and the manner in which he scored those runs has been incredible. Forget Tendulkar, Lara, Hayden, whoever. Ponting is the most dangerous batsman in world cricket.

His jaw-dropping run began with a magnificent 149 at the Gabba against West Indies - none of his team-mates went past 50 - and progressed to a superb hundred at the MCG on an opening day when eight wickets fell, a double-bill at Sydney (his 100th Test), and culimated with two more hundreds again…

The 1975 World Cup final: How it all began

World cricket was tried in 1912 in a three-way series among the Test playing nations of the time - Australia, England and South Africa. Hubris and poor weather torpedoed the tournament. The failure was salutary; it was not tried again until 1975. The first World Cup Series in 1975 gave formal status to this shorter version of the game.

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Kunderan is no more

Budhi Kunderan, the dashing wicketkeeper-batsman of the 1960s, passed away at the age of 66 today. He had been suffering from lung cancer, diagnosed in October 2005.

Against England in 1963-64, he became the first wicketkeeper in history to pass 500 runs for a Test series. Looking back at the series, the 1964 edition of the Indian Cricket almanack writes:

"It was strength and depth in batting that made India look a shade stronger than England. They were given a splendid start in the first Test itself by Kunderan, who played a breath-taking innings of 192, and Manjrekar, who hit up a classic hundred. India were indeed lucky that Kunderan played instead of Engineer who hurt his finger on the eve of the match, and Kunderan never looked back. He went on to play another three-figure innings, in the fourth Test. It was different in character, being more controlled and more responsible, but throughout the series he remained a most colourful batsman."

His rivalry and camaraderie with F…

The best movies of the year

Truth hasn't just been stranger than fiction this year; it's been better, with documentaries emerging as some of the strongest -- and best-reviewed -- films so far.

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Wade leads Miami to first title

I'm eating my words, my hat. The Miami Heat came back from behind to defeat the Mavericks 4-2 in the NBA finals. Dallas paid the price for some sloppy ball, and Miami got their best from Dwayne Wade. He is a true superstar. Period.

I thought Miami would lose, but hats off to them. And to Pat Riley. It's back to waiting for next season to see if Dallas or Phoenix can come up trumps.

Lets go Red Sox!

For whom the bell tolls

Well, it looks like Screech may need some cash. Saved By the Bell star Dustin Diamond is selling shirts on a private website in an attempt to collect $250,000 and save his house from being foreclosed. The Boston Globe decided to take a look at the rest of the cast, and see how well they're getting along.

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The Second Coming of Pearl Jam

A decade after turning their backs on fame, Seattle's grunge survivors are ready for Act Two

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kissa kiss ka

So you must have heard about the infamous Mika-Rakhi Sawant 'smooch' from last week. This must be the longest kiss goodnight ever given. It's not over....ho-hum...

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Hazaaron khwaahishein aisi...

One of the guys at work brought in the dvd of the old television show Mirza Ghalib starring Naseeruddin Shah. Great show, great acting. Reminded me of the first time I heard Ghalib:

"Hazaaron khwaahishein aisi ki har khwaaish pe dum nikale
Bahut nikle mere armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikle

Nikalnaa khuld se aadam kaa sunte aaye hain lekin
Bahut beaabroo hokar tere kuuche se hum nikle

Mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeene aur marne kaa
Usi ko dekh kar jeete hain jis kaafir pe dum nikle

Khudaa ke vaaste pardaa na kaabe se uthaa zaalim
Kahin aisa na ho yahan bhi vahi kaafir sanam nikle

Kahaan maikhaane ka darwaazaa 'Ghalib' aur kahaan vaaiz
Par itnaa jaante hain kal woh jaataa thaa ke hum nikle"

And one more for the road....

"Maut ka ek din mu'ayyan hai
Neend kyon raat bhar nahin aati ?

So you think you can do a better job than the boss? You're right

The corporate world is obsessed with leadership. What makes a fine leader? Why do successes such as Jack Welch and Richard Branson become cult figures? Why are psychologists still squabbling over whether great leaders are born or made?

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Sox rally, hold on for sweep

Boston puts up a six-run eighth to shut the door on the Braves...

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Consistently different

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With Rang De Basanti and Fanaa being unequaled blockbusters, Aamir Khan never had it any better.

Shah Rukh Khan may still draw the crowds with Karan Johar's help, but Aamir is the most dependable star around. Dependable is a word that is often fickle in Bollywood, and many will gladly throw up Salman Khan's name before Aamir's. Where SRK will always only do well in YashRaj films and will remain out of synch in any other role, Aamir has, since the brilliant Rangeela way back in 1995, made a conscious effort to do cinema that excites and challenges him.

It's his constant need to reinvent himself that has seen Aamir stand apart from his contemporaries. The chocolate lover boy of the 1990s has made way for a serious, thinking, perfectionist who has attempted to keep himself ahead of the rest. He has faltered, on occasion (Mann, anyone?) and not all of his experiments have worked. Mangal Pandey - The Rising opened big, but failed to captiviate the audience for long. It took …

Fandemonium

When Dan Shaughnessy examined the Boston sports fan in 1990, the Bruins were contenders, the Celtics were chic and the Sox were cursed. Times have changed.

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Six of the best: too many Ashes Tests is never enough

The Big Fella's gone now, and even He didn't reckon He'd be staring down at us from the celestial corporate box at the SCG. So I don't need to whisper it: I WANT SIX ASHES TESTS! Umm, back.

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Good Cinema, haazir ho!

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Had the pleasure of watching a selection of the late Renu Saluja's finest works - she was one the best film editors Indian Cinema has seen - during a nine-film festival at Fun Republic this weekend. Didn't catch all nine, but the ones that I did were special.

The one that stood out - I hadn't seen it previously - was Saeed Mirza's under-rated social satire Mohan Joshi Haazir Ho!, translated as 'A Summons for Mohan Joshi'. A parody on housing legislation, this film was based on a simple yet taught screenplay, deft direction, an ensemble cast that turned in wonderful performances, and cinematography that captured the city of Bombay brilliantly.

The plot, in brief: Joshi, a retired clerk who lives with his wife and family in old Bombay tenement - a chaal, to use Mumbai-speak - sues his landlord, which starts a complicated and expensive legal procedure. Eventually Joshi realises that one cannot win against entrenched economic powers.

Released in 1984, the film still…

Two beginnings

Harsha Bhogle reflects on two Indian debutants in the summer of 1996.

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The Heat is on....

Dwyane Wade scored 36 points on a sore knee to help the Heat even the series. Okay, I'll retract some of what I said earlier about Miami being chokers. A few days ago this series looked to be over, now it's more than alive.

And hey, did you hear about the Red Sox? Yeah, they dropped three games to the Twins. Jason bleepin' Kubel homered for the third straight game as the BoSox went down 5-3. We're a freakin' game away from dropping to third in the AL East. It was the first four-game losing streak for Boston in more than a year. Come on, up on your feet!

Pietersen finds perfect belief system

There is no room for doubt in the world of England’s most destructive batsman, writes Matthew Syed in The Times.

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Jhalak dikhlake, aashiq bana diya...huzoor!

Is Himesh Reshammiya the guy India hates to love, or loves to hate? Are his tunes everyone's guilty pleasure?

That nasal twang, those jhankaar beats, those gawdy pop videos, the cap, the sometimes-stubble-sometimes-beard, the long coats....this guy is different.

Whatever it is, this dude has India rocking to his beats. Though he had composed random hits in various Salman Khan movies, as well as a surprise hit in the Humraaz OST, it all exploded with 2005's Aashiq Banaya Aapne, a soundtrack that was "inspired" by Arabic and Pakistani originals but which catapulted Reshammiya into the big league. The rest, as they say, is history.

In an industry which is dominated by Anu Malik and AR Rehman, Reshammiya has certainly made a niche for his own kind of music. His compositions for Aksar, 36 China Town, Chup Chup Ke, Phir Hera Pheri and that controversial additional theme song for Humko Deewane Kar Gaye had the country either tapping their feet, gyrating their hips, or runni…

too much happening these days...

Bloody rain robbed India of a win in the St Lucia Test. And a fine piece de resistance from that man Brian Charles Lara. Awesome innings from him. Two Tests, two classic escape acts from West Indies.
And yes, the Sox dropped another to the Twins. Again, Matt Clement was the guy who messed it up - he tossed eight consecutive balls at one point - and left the mound injured. The Red Sox offense struggled for the second straight game, totaling five hits . Sad.
And what about the Mavs? Dropped one to the Heat to open up the finals. Interesting.
Soccer still the thing to watch nowadays, though.
More later...

Dallas on the road to glory

The Mavs lead 2-0 in the finals. Suh-weet. My man Dirk came back strong in Game 2 and smothered those damn Miami kids. Shaq, sorry - you ain't getting another title anytime soon. Wade, buddy, move to another city.

Anyway, kudos to Avery Johnson, who gave this team what Don Nelson couldn't in his ripe old age. "We're not playing perfect basketball..if you don't play perfect basketball and still can win another game like this - they score 80 and 85 points - we'll take it," Johnson said after Game 2. Dude, you guys can hold of Miami. Stick to the basics, back yourselves, and the title is yours. Go Mavs!

And as for the dear Red Sox over in Bean Town, they went down 6-13 to Texas in the second game of a double-header. COME ON! Wake up and play ball! Dont' give the lead to the Yanks - who lost 3-0 to Oakland - again....aye!

Thats it for my US sports brief....back to India v West Indies, day three in St Lucia...Kumble!

adios

Kaif's coming of age

Mohammad Kaif finally got a Test hundred. Whew. Here's a guy who has been on the cusp of the Test side for a while now, but who has had to sit and watch other more favorable batsmen get chance after chance even though coming up short. But on the second day of the St Lucia Test against West Indies, Kaif took his career by the reins and got to the landmark.

Impressive about this particular innings was how straight he played. Competent against both the quicks and the spinners, Kaif used his feet well to move down the track and meet the ball. His running between the wickets was good and together with Rahul Dravid he forced the scoring rate.

Everyone will remember his awesome Natwest innings back in the summer of 2002, but maybe not so many his maiden ODI hundred in his next match, against Zimbabwe in the ICC Champions Trophy in Sri Lanka. That was an innings in which he bettered his famous 87* at Lords. believe it or not. Batting at the No.7 spot, he hit an unbeaten 111 from 112 balls a…

Aamchi Mumbai

And so I am back in hot, humid Bombay. Three weeks away and your realize how hot it gets here. The news from here? 'Fanaa" has garnered a historic opening at most centers, despite the Gujarat fuss, the rains have threatened to cause havoc once again, and the World Cup fever has hit big time.
Back to work - yay CMS - and the second Test between India and West Indies begins tomorrow.
Dying to watch the NBA finals - go Mavs - but dont know if ESPN is going to show all the games.
Redsox dropped their series against the Yankees. Whats that all about?
Watched "The Omen" and "Inside Man"...the first was good, couple of good moments, while the second caught me napping...though that was probably the jetlag.
Anyways, more later.
Adios

Adios, Boston

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And so my time in Boston comes to an end. A good time was had with friends new and old, as well as the crazy cousins, Jay and Shibs, and being back in the city was great.

Got to watch tons of baseball and basketball - but not enough - and the food, as expected, was awesome. A big thanks to everyone who chilled. A special holla to my man Sid, who was up for anything at any time, and who put up with three Alters. Whiffle ball, the batting cage, the cricket, it was good. 10 cent wings and pitchers of Molson, and of course those cheap Brubakers, at Our House - sweet. The Imrie three, thanks.



Covering the India-West Indies one-day series was fun, even though India lost badly. Put that aside, and the time was better. Didn't get to see everyone I would have liked to, but hey, whatever.

I'll take back to India some good memories of this trip, and rekindled love for certain things here.

Can't wait to come back in a year.

Wait

People come, people go.

I wait.

Faces in the crowd
Nothing else.
I stop to look, to catch a glimpse.
Will someone stop?
Will someone listen?
Will someone care?

Who am I looking for?
Do they have a name?

I do not know.

I simply wait.

Rain, thunder, birds, leaves,
These are my friends.
We share our pains.
The seasons change.
An old bench turns into hope.

I wait.

Years have passed, but still I sit.
Many more shall come, of that I am sure.
But what are years,
When waiting becomes triumph?
My day shall come.

I hear a voice, I hear them speak.
Then I blink, and they have gone.
I smile, I laugh, but all that others see is a fool and his grief.

And yes, today it is I who have lost again.

Yet I do not cry that it is passed, but smile that it has happened.

"I'll have a Sam Adams"

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Beer. The most popular form of alcohol and the common drink at so many occasions. The one drink that'll always be in a guy's fridge or mini bar. The drink over which friends are made, games are watched and stories are told. How many countless tables at bars across the world have seen relationships forged and bets lost as a penalty kick is averted or a three-pointer nailed at the buzzer in overtime?

Beer has been around for years. About 6,000 years. A Texas University professor put together this timeline which highlights the interesting role role that beer has played in human history. Can you imagine Sumerian nomads kicking it down by the Tigris or Euphrates with a pouch of beer in their hands? Shepherds in Southern Mesopotamia talking sheep and flocks over a nice cold one? Classic thoughts there.

Just flipping through the television channels will showcase America's obsession with beer. Beer and television, they're just so perfectly tuned in. Bud, Heineken, Sam Adams, Mi…

Damn Yankees and India's overseas woes

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It's been a week since my last post on my time in Boston. Damn, I'm not too good at this stuff. Been a decent week, though. Working, hanging out with friends new and old, eating some good food, walking the streets (what a relief to just be able to WALK), and of course, watching the baseball and NBA playoffs at bars.

When I caught up with a few of the old friends from Sunlife - Mel, Megan, Derek - I filled them in on cricket and what I do, much to their surprise and amazement.Cricket is just too bizarre to be accepted in North America. Seriously, its as simple as that. For the American sports fan, the concept of a sporting encounter without a result is akin to a first date without a kiss.



Anyway, I decided to catch a baseball game live just to get another sense of the magic of a 'real' encounter and see what comparisons/contrasts I could draw. What luck, too: caught a Red Sox-Yankees game on Wednesday: awesome experience, even though the Yanks beat us 8-6. Being in a ba…

"How did you get hooked onto cricket?"

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One of my American friends asked me recently when and how I got hooked onto cricket, and the answer to that question kind of hit me.

I realized: my love affair with cricket began about 15 years too late.I was born and raised in India, a country where the game – dare I call it that? – has turned millions into believers, hopeless romantics, and namesake scholars, and even more into passionate, sentimental and brainwashed procrastinators. To have spent the first 15 years of your life not even acknowledging the game, let alone watching a complete six-ball over and choosing not to follow the exploitations of one of the most dynamic teams in the sport, could be called heresy on all counts.I was raised under the roof of a father who could possibly be the most honorable and dedicated symbol of what Indian cricket stands for, and yet through endless Sundays spent watching his team jaunt lazy singles and drop catches and listening to heated debates over selections and who was in the runs, never …

That man Dhoni

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It was the day before Diwali, but the firecrackers exploding at the Sawai Mansingh Stadium were unmatched by any that would succeed November 1.
Bazaars were jam-packed with last minute shoppers; cookware stores spilled their goods onto the streets; coolies strained under loads of TVs, DVD players and washing machines, and sweet sellers were doing a roaring trade.Amidst this ruckus, Mahendra Singh Dhoni was stamping himself into the history books with an effort unparalleled by any Indian effort for a long, long time. His 10 sixes in the match – the most by an Indian – carried him to a record 183 not-out against a hapless Sri Lanka. Dhoni was adjudged Man-of-the-Series in India’s 6-1 rout of the tourists, but the resounding effect of his performance had echoed louder than many could have envisioned.

From being run out for a first-ball duck on his debut against Bangladesh to recently being crowned the No.1 one-day batsman in the world, Dhoni has surpassed any other Indian batsman in thei…

Back in Boston

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So I'm back in Boston, just loving the sights and sounds...its such a refreshing change from Bombay. It rained the first four days and the sun didnt appear until this morning, but damn was the wait worth it.
Great to meet up with the Imrie suite gang...shwin the raj (aka John, Jonty, El Raj,etc), Christian and Eric...and get down to sitting on the old porch with a couple brewskis...ahh yesh...catch the NBA playoffs, Dunkin coffee, Taco Hell, and what not....good times...
forgot how much I missed Boston....
last two days were crazy, cuz of the problems my colleague Sid V was having down in Montego Bay, in Jamaica...there was no net connection at the ground that was hosting the Indians v Jamaica one-day match, so poor Sid was calling me up and giving me the score, how they were out, and a whole lot of good stuff that I had to get up on the site....anyways, alls well that ends well, I say, and today Im all set to get outdoors and soak in the awesome Boston culture....
so thats my post …

The 'new' South Africa

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South Africa has been, for a glaring majority of its return to international cricket in 1992, a team that has hovered below Australia’s greatness but choked when it really mattered. Much of what it has achieved turned into a climate of commingled grief and exaltation. For beneath the seeming sculptured wins of Dhaka, Melbourne, and Nairobi, and home wins against every other side barring Australia, there remained a disconcerting substratum of vulnerability when it mattered most. A fine run in the 1996 World Cup ended in a dismal middle-order collapse against the innocuous spin of Roger Harper and Jimmy Adams in the quarterfinals; a 1-0 lead over Australia in the Carlton & United Series of 1997/98 ended in a 2-1 defeat; against Sri Lanka in the final of the Singer Triangular, the middle order collapsed to Muttiah Muralitharan; and in the first semi-final of the 2002-03 ICC Champions Trophy against India – ironically, the epitome of the word choker - South Africa were 192 for 1 chasi…

Welcome

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Greetings one and all -- whether you've been directed to this blog or just happened to stumble upon it!

This is not an attempt at creativity or merely a way to advertise myself or my ideas. This is simply a place to unwind over a cup of coffee and a cigarette and to discuss/share/debate anything on your mind.

So please, drop a word, line or whole essay if you feel the need. Friends from Woodstock and Wooster, I would love to chat about stuff in the ways we used to.

A bit about myself, for you wayfairers passing by:

Born and raised in India - in Bombay, the most happening city in the country, and Mussoorie, a lush hill station nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas - I studied at Woodstock International School (in Mussoorie), the American School of Bombay (ASB) and Franklin Marshall Elementary in Harrisburg, PA, in the United States. After graduating from Woodstock in '99, I took a semester off and worked at ASB before heading off to the College of Wooster in Ohio. I graduated f…