The IPL Mela

People have drawn out their Pen, vented out their spleen, keyed in millions of letters condemning the authorities, management and players for this year’s IPL fiasco.

My little observations….. Mixed and dazed one at that

Sreeshant, no money found in his possession. Police with their team of detectives found that he has shopped in Diesel for few lacs. He was found with 3 girls in his car.

Very very bad indeed…… this is ultimate scandal

News Media came out with a scoop of Sreeshant, Ankit talking to each other with a girl in the hotel passage with shopping bag in their hands….. this is absolutely nonsense… they should not be allowed to get away with this.

20 lacs recovered…….. this is huge hard cash. 3G and coal gate, there were no cash found. .2G no proof, people are only ranting and raving… ask Sibal. Zero Loss

Guru and Srinivasan, how can anyone suspect any ulterior motive…. Check out tikka in Srini’s forehead…. Moreoever he is a tambram….. Guru is just a misguided youngster. He did not kill 5 people sleeping in the pavements or shoot some ducks…. Please spare him…

Make betting legal to pave way for call center companies to flourish. … can’t wait for a call on a Monday morning…. “good morning, sir appko betting ke bare mein jankari chhaihe” we are 100% subsidiary of CITI Bank”

The suspicion on Chandila or Ankit happened, when they rushed out of their dug out in a frenzy with great excitement, after the final ball was bowled in few of their matches. They did this when actually their team had lost. They are just upcoming cricketers …. The learning curve is steep.

“TWO SIDES OF A PAGE” 1ST side written by just pass Raju , 2nd side by Natarajan V. CEO

 “TWO SIDES OF A PAGE”  1^ST side written by just pass Raju , 2nd side by Natarajan V. CEO

Long ago, one Chithappa (uncle) made a statement amidst jaw dropping relatives that every coin has two sides. It made a lasting impression on me being the first English proverb which made sense to me without checking with Balu, who was then the ‘good in english’ in the family.

This blog is titled such that every experience of today makes me go back in a flash to some incidence of the past which just whizzes past me. 

This blog will outline incidences of today and how I relate with that of yesteryears.

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Got up in the morning, shrugged out with a pang of regret that no tennis today. .. It is not possible, anyways as I have to drop mother to Airport.

My note book is in tatters, the brown cover has come out, stuffed everything to my khaki bag, it is 8.40 already, mother has again wrapped 3 chappathis with baji in the middle in a eversilver dabba.....8.50 I go past the tennis court in Indian Gymkhana... uncles in white and white play tennis and in between break will have idly wada or uppma in canteen. Wondered kya life hai.... it is indeed nice to be pasia walla. Feeling thirsty, would the mali in the gymkhana   allow me to have water from the cooler or shoo me away like yesterday.  I had my sweet revenge, when I threw big stone on the left side shutter which is always closed.  I am sure he will not remember me.... no soul around the cooler, had a quick fill of the glass and gulped it down and ran. Days first sense of achievement!