If he had bowled a few more overs at the nets rather than swindling precious time over suing Vijay Mallya over a rather dubious looking impersonation of him at one of those liquor ads, I would probably not be witness to what I am seeing today.
You have an off-spinner who has 400 plus wickets, only the second after Muttiah Muralitharan having to be a no-brainer than being a handy number eight in the famed Indian batting lineup who might go hunky-dory once in a blue moon. And with Munaf Patel being a far better bowler in form and prevailing conditions compared to Bhajji, one is left astounded on the prevailing selection policies which looks more to be of filling a reservation quota. He needs to be told that he cannot be resting on his 400 plus profile, all the time. And I think its about time the management looks ahead.
I have no biases in being a Chennai-ite and neither do I believe we churn out the best players or that Kris Srikkanth has an upper hand in getting the South Indians into the squad. But Ravichandran Ashwin even though he is young and inexperienced would have made himself a far better option if spin was indeed mandatory to quicken up the overs and help the ailing over rate. His record in the shorter forms have been meritorious enough, so to say.
Well begun is half done. This was precisely missing during the tenure of Shah Mehmood Qureshi who was more of an aggressive old school diplomat than the younger and refreshing Rabbani Khar. She has managed to bring out the voice of the youth of Pakistan,a voice of anticipation, peace, cooperation and brotherhood. Although she is widely touted to be the face of the army, her initial days have been largely error-free. Only time will tell whether she really meant all that was boisterously put out to this world.
Optimism is a bitch. It sticks onto you at the most ill-opportune moments.
Whattayy shitload dumbfukn movie!!!!!!
Lokpal or Jokepal. It doesn’t really matter. This is India, people!!!!
The Mistress or the Puppet??
Two nations and two billion people wait in bated breath. There is a renewed hope for change in fortunes and it all rests in the hands of this 34 year old, mother of 3 children.
I like the “high” that a particularly satisfying pilgrimage can give me. Seeing the world over, its vast cross sections of humanity, the power of faith that one can experience at real time, the feeling of oneness- puts the lid on all the worldly pleasures. Ofcourse, this could be classified as “glorified narcissism”, but then no one needs to be reminded that they shall come alone into this world and shall depart as a loner.
And my 16th visit to the lords abode at Sabarimala has strengthened my belief in the supreme one. A pleasant journey, a relatively easier trek thanks to a relatively good (better) karma since February, the monsoons, it all played oh-so-beautifully in sync.
Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.
Fyodor Dostoevsky (via yeatsofhell)
An underdog with minimal, almost zero expectations from people around. Life couldn’t have been easier.