I'm back. Back to blogging ways. And join me in saying the tagline of Degeneration X to second PU... Thank you.
All the hullabaloo about the IPL was very amusing to watch. Now that the public has got front seats in the mud sling fest between Modi and Tharoor and others, the entertainment quotient of the IPL as a whole has just been upped a little.
So what is the IPL? Can some alleged problems in administration mean anything to the people watching the game? The media is very capricious. It takes them no time to make or unmake anything.
The IPL went from being the "Latest Indian Export", "The new Identity of Indian Cricket" to "The Indian Proxy League", "The Great Indian joke" and other such names. All quotes mentioned above are ones i read in the newspapers. All this the result of some tweets.
IPL is all about the cricket. IPL is about worshiping the Gods of cricket. What goes on off the field should not and thankfully did not diminish the on field exploits of the players. Who cares who got the media rights when you have Dhoni hitting everything out of the park. Who cares about who got sweat equity in the Kochi franchise when you're shouting yourself hoarse cheering your team on. Who cares what Lalit Modi did in his college days when the whole family is glued to the television and the room has a tense atmosphere during the last over in a match.
I cant understand why the media suddenly thinks that the IPL is 90% hype and 10% sport. There will a glam quotient involved, especialy when you're dabbling with hundreds of crores or rupees. A sum which cant even be imagined by the likes of us. Whatever Lalit Modi might or might not have done, he has succeeded in building the most lucrative business empire, the IPL.
I would rather see a Modi with his charisma and enthusiasm leading the IPL rather than a Shashank Manohar with his spotless white, typical political face.
What happened with Shashi Tharoor was very unfortunate. I still feel that the UPA government rushed through the entire "resignation" drama.
Looking forward to the FIFA World Cup. Want Brazil to win it again.
Cheers. Still unable to believe that I'm through with PUC. I have loads of stray papers, question papers, solution sheets, books etc etc etc. There is still that sentimental value attached to them (though many have never been opened more than once). Those books did help give my room the appearance of an IIT-Desirous. Will certainly miss them.
Have loads to clean and novels to catch up on.... FREE AT LAST!!!
Ciao
Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
There and back again... by shreyas
Sorry JRR Tolkien. Who cares though? You're dead :P
Ive named this post for two reasons...
Reason one... IIT is finally over. Classes, my faint, unreasonable hope of somehom making it through, endless debates, convincing parents that you're studying, grimacing painfully at Sonar's jokes, trying to disguise fitful giggles when Prashanth was getting screwed by AVS, pushing people around in the corridor, listening to HSS's life experiences, shouting in Kavitha's class etc, etc etc..
But its all for the better, everything other than the above mentioned instances were horrible... especially when your IIT test marks were sent to your parents through sms.
Let bygones be bygones i say. Open that coke bottle (no champagne as probably nobody's old enough to drink) and lets toast to two years spent wasted and slogging. Two years of hearing endless debating whether methanamine is a stronger base than ammonia and other such topics.
Two years of getting up early and running to the bus stop with the choicest of swear words on the lips for being late.
Two years of total surrender to the whims and fancies and utter brutality of the question paper setters.
Two years of enduring sadistic smiles from the teachers while discussing the answers after the tests.
Two years wherein our own parents doubted us and started praying to God to bless us with heavy asses so that we don't get up from the study table.
Two years of having to put up that fake smile with people like Madhukesh when he's petting you like a mongrel when all you want to do is give him the ol' one two on his stupid face.
The second justification for the title is cricket. Yes! I made my return to cricket. This time as a coach. Assistant coach is probably the better choice of words. But it still has "coach" in it so I'm happy. Coaching two dozen tail-less monkeys is very tiring work. Even more so when you don't have that authoritative voice with choice swear words coming to your lips from time to time. But just being back on the cricket field is a great feeling. The playing part will have to wait till the exams are over though.
There are still two more battles to fight. AIEEE and CET yet to come. And if anybody here is crazy enough to try and find out the answers and demoralize yourselves before the other two exams, be my guest and click on jee.learnhub.com/
Ciao.. May you achieve your ambitions however ridiculous they seem.
Cheers
Ive named this post for two reasons...
Reason one... IIT is finally over. Classes, my faint, unreasonable hope of somehom making it through, endless debates, convincing parents that you're studying, grimacing painfully at Sonar's jokes, trying to disguise fitful giggles when Prashanth was getting screwed by AVS, pushing people around in the corridor, listening to HSS's life experiences, shouting in Kavitha's class etc, etc etc..
But its all for the better, everything other than the above mentioned instances were horrible... especially when your IIT test marks were sent to your parents through sms.
Let bygones be bygones i say. Open that coke bottle (no champagne as probably nobody's old enough to drink) and lets toast to two years spent wasted and slogging. Two years of hearing endless debating whether methanamine is a stronger base than ammonia and other such topics.
Two years of getting up early and running to the bus stop with the choicest of swear words on the lips for being late.
Two years of total surrender to the whims and fancies and utter brutality of the question paper setters.
Two years of enduring sadistic smiles from the teachers while discussing the answers after the tests.
Two years wherein our own parents doubted us and started praying to God to bless us with heavy asses so that we don't get up from the study table.
Two years of having to put up that fake smile with people like Madhukesh when he's petting you like a mongrel when all you want to do is give him the ol' one two on his stupid face.
The second justification for the title is cricket. Yes! I made my return to cricket. This time as a coach. Assistant coach is probably the better choice of words. But it still has "coach" in it so I'm happy. Coaching two dozen tail-less monkeys is very tiring work. Even more so when you don't have that authoritative voice with choice swear words coming to your lips from time to time. But just being back on the cricket field is a great feeling. The playing part will have to wait till the exams are over though.
There are still two more battles to fight. AIEEE and CET yet to come. And if anybody here is crazy enough to try and find out the answers and demoralize yourselves before the other two exams, be my guest and click on jee.learnhub.com/
Ciao.. May you achieve your ambitions however ridiculous they seem.
Cheers
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