Ind 141/9, Pak too dumb to describe

To my utter horror, I just realized I'd never published this post. It's from 15th September 2007, around the same time stuff I talked about in this post was happening.
Still, I enjoy these drafts that I come across, they're my little time capsules. I have the license to add my two bits of hindsight to my ramblings from years ago and finally finish what I began a long time ago. Enjoy, if you might.
Edit: It's published, dated Sept 15, 2007. Strange. I probably made changes to the draft but didn't publish it after that.
15th September, 2007

At the expense of sounding cliched, I'll tell you that much has happened since I last blogged. I went to Naigaon. I came back. I took part in the Pol Sci dept quiz (Because I think that chick is damn cute and she knows this so she turns on her charm and begs and pleads so that I won't refuse. Of course I'm not gonna write her name, I'm not stupid). I came fourth in the schtupid quiz (A big punt I took backfired, also, the quizmaster randomly shuffled order which meant I didn't get as many passed questions as I would have liked and by jove there were so many!). Then I went to Andheri. Again, I came back from Andheri(or I wouldn't be writing this would I?).I got conjuctivitis. In both of my eyes. And oh yeah, we won the T 20 match against Pakistan. In the T20 world cup. Yeah baby! We Won!

I went to Naigaon, miles off the map of Mumbai, almost untouched by civilization. And its between two densely populated areas. The quiz was fun, it was by fluke that we got through the elims. At the quiz we got what was coming, but we could have fared well. We managed the sports round, everyone got fucked in the religion round, entertainment we led, thanks to mich, but the penultimate and final rounds, we got screwed like a elephant screws a monkey. We were supposed o pick a continent, leading teams starting first. Our position left us a choice between Australia and Africa, Australia it was for us. We were skull fucked in all the questions which covered geography, history and current affairs. The last round, Mumbai friendly and carrying negative marks didn't help. We ended fourth out of five and my name on the certifiacte read Moonish. The silver lining was that our certificate read third place, a position, redemption.


I saw The Wall, by Pink Floyd. Lots of imagery, metaphor and vividness. A confusing movie which talks about alienation and pain and loneliness.

Situated in Andheri wesr, off Linking road is a place called Poush, routinely placed amongst the best restaurants in Mumbai, this place specializes in authentic Kashmiri food, served in an authentic Kashmiri environment. Everything rocks, the food the ambience, the service, everything. Four of us ate food worth two grand and it was worth every paisa. Right from the double apple hookah we began with follwed by the Sheen Kahwa to the Shufta we finished with post the mega dinner main course. It was a pleasure and I strongly recommend it to anyone looking for good Kashmiri food outside of Kashmir. And they've got a hotel in Srinagar too, if you're looking for a good package if you're going to Kashmir.

Maddy was the original plague rat. He got conjunctivitis, also known as Madras Eye first. He gave it to L who gave it to Annoyer who gave it to me and Dethwal's on my hitlist because I can't be the end of this, that'd be very fuckall. Aaron probably has it too, considering the amount of time he spends sleeping on my bed. I wonder how I'd look with a shiner and my conjunctivitis. Not very pretty something tells me. If you've got conjunctivitis, I'd recommend Gate DX or Ciplox (6 times a day)and Add Tears(thrice a day). And an eye patch to look sexay.


The Match!
The BCCI has anounced the IPL to rival the ICL. Dravid resigned as Captain of the Test and ODI team and we couldn't play the first of our T20 match in the world cup as it was rained out. Amidst all this, we're supposed to play Pakistan, blood rivals and arch nemesis.

We veni-d, we vidi-d, we meandered along, stayed afloat, struck viciously, lost our way, came back, threw it away and then finally we vici-d. I would have felt bad for Pakistan if Akmal, Asif and Gul hadn't had that big ugly grin on their face throughout the match, Cheshire cats all of them. It's Pakistans luck that they managed to assemble 16 of perhaps the worlds dumbest dicks into one team. Fools probably haven't figured out what a bowl out is yet. They were all grinning last I saw them on TV. Sportsbar was full by 8:30 itself, so we headed to Lalit's. We saw the match till the last ball when it ended in a draw. Then they shut the bar because we were past the deadline. We saw the bowl out in the gully outside Lalit's at a shop which had kept open with just the TV playing. If anything doubts something as big a country cannot be stupid as a collective, eat this! Videos will be up on Youtube by morning, I cant say anymore on this topic. A match cannot get betteer than this, you had to watch the match to believe it and live it. VFM!