The best part about being in the blog world is that I can make as many comebacks as I want. As and when I want to. Eat your heart out Michael Jordan and Diego Maradona. You will not be able to do that as many times. Even if you turn back the clock.
But my, how the world has changed in the 1 and a half month sabbatical. Corruption scandals in the railways, medicine, telecom, food, education and so on and so forth at the rate of 1 every 2 days makes me wonder, if 1 day there will be a scandal about the air I breathe. Probably Madhu Koda takes more breaths per minute to stash the extra oxygen away with his Rs. 40000000000 booty (and I have got my 0s right). Speaking of which, I wonder if the good man can sponsor my education. Must be a trifling for him anyway.
Meanwhile as the BP oil spill takes on catastrophic proportions, the head honchos have been left scratching their collective pates (bald or otherwise), over the best possible solution to this mess. Look no further than India, people. Take a leaf out of Mr. Warren Anderson's book of magic spells. Uncomplicated and easy to perform. Show a perfect set of 32 pearly whites, turn on the spot mumbling, "I know Rajiv Ga-" - and poof!Problem gone before you can even say " compensation". Which will probably be a good thing, considering Barack Obama can then finally think of work, instead of focusing on people's derrieres looking for perfect spots to kick.
Meanwhile in South Africa, the big kickfest has been on for a couple of weeks now. And it has sadly ended for the last finalists, France and Italy. Not surprising really, seeing as the French sneaked into the tournament in the first place by an exquisite display of basketball skill. Probably mixed up the sports. Still the Jacques Clouseau type bumbling exit was a bit painful to watch. As for the savvy, uber-cool Italians, the plan went horribly wrong without any penalties to fall back on. Ah Don Lippi, missed a trick to get those spot kicks didn't you? The Italian Job, however has been perfected by Emperor Fabius Capellus and his band of merry Englishmen as a couple of fortuitous goals saw them through to the last 16. Despite Rob Green not being able to hold on to his balls. As Clive Tyldesly helpfully pointed out. "You have to cup your hands to hold them son." Ahem! Thank you for the info sir.
However, I am hoping that England does manage to progress far. The World Cup has been pretty staid without the WAGS. It is a bit tiring, when the only eye candy pops up only at half time and full time and goes by the befuddling name of Mayanti Langer. On the plus side, she does know her football. Are you listening Mandira Bedi?
Of course, when it comes to the World Cup, other sports do recede in to the background. But cricket and tennis are fighting manfully to reclaim their place in the sun.
In tennis, Roger Federer nearly bid adieu in the first round of Wimbledon. Nicolas Mahut and John Isner decided to make this Wimbledon about them and upstage Rafael Nadal and Federer by playing an 11 hour long tennis match. And the Queen decided to drop in at Wimbledon to cheer Andy Murray on. Poor lady. She must be really hard up for cash. What have you done David Cameron?
And in cricket, India and Sri Lanka were slugging it out. Again. I believe Tilakaratne Dilshan has scored 4000 of his 4500 runs against India. Pragyan Ojha, similarly does not what it is like to bowl to someone who is not wearing a different shade of blue. Well, but an Asia Cup win after 15 years. That should be something to cheer about you must think. Alas, even Ravi Shastri decided to give his vocal cords a rest.
So then, keep waving flag and keep Waka Waka-ing for the next few days. It will help you keep your eyes open during the late night kick-offs. Personally, those vuvuzelas hardly keep me awake anymore.
So long then, bye!
