It is difficult to keep a blog running. Especially when you are an illegal immigrant with limited internet access. But we Indians are known to never care a fig about the law and I happen to be no different.
Well it has certainly been an agony missing Holi back home. While looking like a fading pink superhero for a week is something I might detest, the sheer joy of moving around like a Frankensteinien wastrel for a day is truly uplifting!
And as the Indians merrily celebrated Holi, the world serenely moved towards Apocalypse 2012. The latest in the line, after Haiti, being Chile. A few more of these joltings and I am pretty sure those sheikhs at Manchester City will be pulling out all their cash to book themselves a joyride on 'Made in China' boats. On a positive note though, that might force City to kick out that cad, Emmanuel Adebayor, which would be no more than what he deserves. Meanwhile, politicians in India are busy trying to give women 'the perfect Women's Day present'. The Women's Reservation Bill, which will once and for all stamp women as being unequal to men and needing a reservation to make their mark on the world. At a time when women are fighting to be considered as equal to men, this is as much as a present as Sachin Tendulkar's double ton was for the South Africans.
Which, of course, brings us to the Mumbai Maestro alias Little Master alias Tendlya alias 'Sachiiiiin Sachin'. Paeans have been sung in the great man's honour. But as the man himself said, 'Records are meant to be broken'. And why not? Pitches are getting more and more batsmen friendly by the day. To the extent that the 22 yards from Rajkot was caught propositioning batsmen outside an illegal pub in Modiland (Narendrabhai's land this one, not Lalit's), where Andrew Symonds has been known to nick off for a quiet beer or 30 when in India. At this rate, my personal favourite for the next batsman breaking the record is Ashish Nehra. Lets see. Meanwhile in neighbouring Bangladesh, England's South Africans and Irishmen huffed and puffed their way to victories over the hosts. Well if someone was looking for positives of outsourcing, they just need to contact the England and Wales Cricket Board. Maybe West Indies can outsource their cricket to a few more Indians. Clearly the Chanderpauls, Rampauls and Ramdins aren't good enough to beat the 11th string Zimbabwean side.
And finally in football, Arsenal climbed back into the thick of the title race. Albeit with a horror injury to Aaron Ramsey. But Arsenal and injuries go more hand in hand than a newly married couple. The previous weekend also saw the footballing world's biggest fuss over a handshake which never happened. Would Wayne Bridge break John Terry's fingers with an iron clasp or would there be an 'all is forgotten' handshake? The culmination of all that was an icy stare from Bridge, W. to Terry, J. which was supposed to send shivers down the latter's spine. Considering the abysmal game Terry had, 'the stare' probably did have an effect. Probably Ejaz Butt can use that on Shahid Afridi, the next time he tries his hand at ballet dancing on a pitch or gorging on a few red cherries.
And on that note, this illegal alien bids goodbye! Have a nice weekend. Chow!
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