The Struggle is ON!!




Here I am scribbling this piece, when the Indians are attempting to find their touch in South Africa in the last of the ODIs and there was this rare sights in cricket - The Great Sachin Tendulkar is batting on 4 facing 41 balls with an hours of play passed on. Harsha Bhogale who was on air, commentating for Tendulkar, quotes 'The emperor is learning to walk on the street like a common man' and 'He is trying to hit the ball with his eyes wide open, which in his prime he would have hit with his eyes shut.’
Initially I wanted to present a few statistics and recollect some past glories, which would have presented a case as to why Sachin should not be criticized for his poor run in South Africa, but then I had this sensible thought - who am I to present a case for the little genius and whom should I present this one to. I call that sensible because that would have taken me some 8 odd hours and realms of web pages and the end result would have been that there would be plenty of doubts raised questioning my cricketing knowledge and the authenticity of the stats. The amateur cricket fans would always have short memories and hence would always feel let down by a player who is not in the best of the form and the man in question today is the one who has been delivering them some very good moments for the last 17 odd years. But guys spare a thought for the man who has dedicated more than half of his life entertaining all of us and the entire world.
As I am watching this match unfold, at the end of 20 overs, I still recollect only one scoring shot from the master blaster that has fantasized me, when he has faced some 50 odd deliveries, as compared to when he was in prime, he would send 3 breathtaking boundaries out of the every 10 balls he faced. So, definitely the man is struggling. Here I would like to test your sporting brains - When did Pete Sampras win his first Grand Slam title? When did Tiger Woods go professional? When did Michael Schumacher win his first F1 title? When did Michael Jordan play his first basketball game? What am I upto? - Why are these questions raised in the middle of a script on Sachin. Well there is some connection that I want bring upto, each of these personalities that have featured in the questions are great sporting icons but these icons have already ended or are at the brink of the end of their careers. Each of the questions would lead to an answer which is much much latter than 1989 - when this little champ made his debut. Therefore like it or not, the D-day is round the corner and knowing the personality that Sachin has, he would definitely tie up his shoes once he realizes that there is no hunger left in him. But he is still putting in efforts and today’s tortoise paced knock is just another confirmation for this fact and the grit to overcome the struggle. This legend has already given us plenty of glorious moments - which have been sprinkled and spiced up all over our memories and now its our time to give him back something. Beware - Don't misunderstand me, I am not saying that we backup Sachin even when he repeatedly underperforms; I am just wishing that we expect less from him in this difficult time and we just lower down our yardstick to measure him.
Puoupil (read it in Boycottish) here in India are worried for the fact that Ricky Ponting and Lara are gathering tons at will and would definitely catch up with Sachin in the near future. Me, for the fact of matter am very happy about this situation, where Sachin would atleast have someone very close to him and this would be the perfect tonic to spur him up and keep him going. Remember Shane Warne who literally raced off to a different level, once Murali just tickled him at the verge of 600 wickets. Well mates, the best of cricket is comin' our way, 3 champs running it hard for the top slot.
As I am ready to sign off for today, Sachin has already played a wrong shot which ended his laborious battle but not before his 74th half century. The little maestro has to struggle out of this form and he is willing to do so, but in the process and we would have to give him time and leave him all alone. I, for that matter, who would always believe in - 'Cricket is our Religion – Tendulkar is our God', would enjoy the way he struggles.

Hailth the Lord !!!

Tryst with Angels


Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night,
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
- James Henry Leigh Hunt

I have always been fascinated by this poem, since the time I first read the same. The interest seems to have evolved over the years that I have read it - first as a memorizer, then as a part of nostalgia and finally as a walk of life. Somewhere in between those lines, it impresses me with two important maxims of life - "Put in your sincere efforts and don't care about the results, because they are surely going to follow you" and "Love your fellow men ahead of the Lord" and then the Lord would be the happiest person on the earth (Err !! I don?t know where He dwells).

For yours truly, there have been a number of encounters with the angels in the past. May be every time, the angel drops in hoping that this kiddo might have matured over the time, but alas, every time he has to return disappointed. Well one (out of the many) of the most famous trysts with the angel dates back to my Engineering days. Well every time there was a semester exam, the Trio (me, Pavnya and Sadya) would meet and discuss the topics to be studied and the ones to be ignored. An important composition of the same would be to try hurling out stones to aim at an electric pole. No there wasn't any Swayamvar contest that was on, but this was our superstition - to assume a certain result in the exam and then chuck the stone at the pole. If it hits the assumed result would hold good. The actual results rarely matched, but our fielding skills definitely improved. It happened one day, that a old gentle man was strolling by that path and we were busy with our regular schedule - throwing stones (if somebody would have monitored us more often and closely, we three would have been in mental hospital - Luckily this was an isolated path and only the one was only used for morning and evening walks) I don't quiet remember, what did he say, but his intention meant that we went inside and studied for the D-day - the next day. We ignored him and continued with our pep talk (I used to improve their confidence by telling then that this topic was easy or this won't bother you in the exams, in return they would bring my morale down, by announcing that they had already started with their revision and I was still struggling to come to terms with the first of the five mandatory units. But this would certainly spur me to accelerate from my tortoise pace of completing the units). But when we looked back to trace where exactly was our newly found uncle heading towards, he was seen nowhere - he had disappeared. We never knew - where he had disappeared, but my friends packed up our bags and went home much early than their regular time. The next day, there was a surprise in store for us - the very frightening Machine Tool Design paper seemed very easy and we could tame the paper easily. All the three of us secured good marks in the same, but this always raised hope that the angel would return back on the same road, bringing us some luck in the next examinations.
The most recent of those rendezvous had been this Saturday, when this Abou was still sleeping in broad daylight and the 12 hour sleep had been interrupted by a ringing door bell (Well now a days, angels have the courtesy of coming through the door especially when they arrive broad daylight). I was looking for the golden book in his hand, but instead he had a bag carrying various types of pappads and he enquired whether I would need a few of the packs of the same. I never wanted any of those, but as I was about to say a nay, when my instincts took over and asked for the price of one and before I could realize, what had happened, I had already bought 5 of those packets. Thanks to my room mate, who had to run hard to buy a milk packet from the grocery store, after I had promised the angel a cup of tea. Well the angel was quiet impressed about my mobile cover and I then gifted him the same. Well I did everything I could to impress upon him, so that I feature in his list of names and I wasted a complete Sunday expecting that he would drop in and show his book of gold. Neither did him nor was his book was to be seen. This again leads us back to the same maxim - Put in your sincere efforts and don't care about the results, because they are surely going to follow you.

Aideu !!

No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say goodbye,
You were gone, before we knew it,
Left behind shattered dreams & deep sigh,
Long and eager was our wait,
But the joy did not meet our eye,
Yet unperturbed and unfazed,
We keep walking, with our spirits high!!

AJya, Wanna More?

Feature this..for a start, Amit in his all new improved look (ala..new look Abhishek Bachchan, with his hair gelled and a hair band to top them up) , sings this fitting number from the latest MunnaBhai flick..

Bole Toh Bole Toh Kaisi Hogi Hai
Aisi Ya Waisi Arre Kaisi Hogi Hai
Apun Ko Jaisi Mangta Hain Kya Waisi Hogi Hai ? (1)
Apun Ko Jaisi Mangta Hain Kya Waisi Hogi Hai ? (2)
Apun Ko Jaisi Mangta Hain Kya Waisi Hogi Hai ? (3)
Apun Ko Jaisi Mangta Hain Kya Waisi Hogi Hai ? (4)..(5) ???(n)..Stack Overflow Error

Well, as always, Amit was singing from the heart and then his heart did not allow him to sing further - bichara dil kya jaane, Ajya kya mangta hain or may be I had declared the variable 'n' as an integer and therefore it cannot assume any values beyond 32767.
We keep on asking him "Kyon Ajya ? Ho Gaya kya !!" hoping that someday he humms.. "Samjho Ho Hi Gaya" and then we Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. But AJya never offers us a chance and all are efforts are always in vain.

My association of Amit dates back to the Ides of October 2001 AD, when I first saw him, give a book review on Lee Iacocca. Over the last 5 years, I have always realized that AJya is a man of more actions and less words. AJya never opens up or may be the force that we apply is not able to displace the AJya's inherent inertial force. But he is always there for you whenever you require him to get you the winning runs.

The most interesting factor in our friendship has been that, we very often end up liking the same set of girls - be it the anonymous Basil wonders or the Bhavanas or the filmy Chitragandhas, Rimy Sens and the Sonali Kulkarnis. This has prompted us to sign off a pact with each other just to avoid another of those encounters ala the Sangam's Dost Dost Na Raha that we would not meet each other fiancés' until it is all done.

AJya has always been regarded the most eligible bachelor in town** Conditions Apply. But he rarely takes that tag seriously. Yesterday, we (myself and Amlya) had an interrogation session with AJya on the other side and the topic of the day - What do you want from your life partner. AJya gave us an impression - that he had not thought of it very seriously, but he did let out a few of the many well guarded expectations like simplicity, family oriented and straightaway big NO to the big fatty girl!!. He also disclosed a few of his crushes like the one in his Mohala Mohabbat Wala and very close finish, where both the girls thought him to be one of those many friendly neighbourhood boys and ended up calling him for their engagements. AJya's impression of this being yet another non-serious sessions, transpired off very quickly when I spelt out a few of the many minutiae of what I would be looking in to get to my soulmate - Certainly the Miss Unfortunate.

AJya, good to see you finally get into the thinking mode, but its still a long way to go, mate, before you finally buzz off singing.

Hey Khwabo Mein Woh Apun Ke Roz Roz Aaye
Khopdi Ke Khopche Mein Khalbali Machaye
Khali Peeli Bheja Saala Yu Hi Phadphadaye

Kisi Ko Ho Khabar Toh Yaaron Humko Yeh Bataye
Seedhi Saadhi Hogi Voh Ya Item Hi-Fi
Maa Ke Pair Chuyegi Ya Just Kahegi Hi

Hai Re Hai, Hai Re Hai? (4)
Lage Raho AJyabhai
Ho Ho ...

Just that one dose of introspection started you off; let us know if you do want More?

The Matrix



This blog is certainly not an offspring from my grey cells but yours truly couldn't resist from being inspired by it, but with due credits to the original brain.

She knows - He is the One!!

But He doesn't know it - Well Does He?

But does She really know it - Well Only She knows it!!

Mere 3 lines convey a long story cut short. I would definitely like to decrypt this one for you in the time to come, but of course, with their permission.

Cheers..Abhya

Moms - Two much !!




After 27 years of my unsuccessful pursuit for the 'Miss Unforunate' - I am now to get in touch with Bhagwan or Deo to see if anyone of them can find me one, before I decide to resort to the final redeemer - My Mom. Before you assume anything, let me clarify that Bhagwan works for CIL Engineering and Deo for CIL Quality. Coming back to Moms, they are those greatest idols for patience because they keep waiting until her (nearly aged) son tells her to get into action mode only when 12 runs are required from 2 balls and more often than not - they deliver. This is exactly what happened when James handed over the mantle to Sylviya Joseph Mendonca - read Jameya's mom. If at all, you are a frequent reader of that matrimonial page, you may know that the requirement - 'Need a Mangalorian Roman Catholic Bramhin with a MBA degree and based in Mumbai' would always be a tough task. After the mom plunged into action, it was hardly two weeks before the appropriate match was pin pointed and four weeks after that here I am scribbling my account of the engagement ceremony. (Purely techno-managerial - M.Tech groom & MBA bride) James' e-mom (the mother with the right tools - an obedient son & an internet connection) posted down his profile on one of the matrimonial websites and now after a successful stint she is busy marketing the same (Well CEO of JeevanSaathi.com, are you listening - you need to compensate for her efforts). Now after this heroic deed, aunty's confidence is soaring high and now she has offered to search 100s of suits for me - Finally had to convince her to bring it down to one - a manageable figure. (i ain't sure of that too!)

Vilma Menezes - the perfect match, has completed her Masters in Finance and now is working with a commodity trading research firm. By far, she looked more composed than our poor kiddo - Jameya, that evening (don't know why he was so fazed - the occasion or the fact that this was his first engagement - just kiddin' mates). Now action for the second lead actor - Vilma's mom was so energetic in the entire function, that she literally introduced her to-be-son-in-law to each one of those guests. Poor Jameya, had to pull off a Herculan effort - the first, 'to look up to' and then to remember each one of their names and the relationships with Vilma - Jameya, why don't you try the memory enhancer product marketed by the TVC & the Asian Sky Shopping. Well, it was one of those first Christian Engagement ceremonies to the 5 of us, who represented the Cummins family (Sorry Vinayak!! had to borrow your trademark, because none of them seemed so right here) and as you have rightly imagined we had no idea of what was in store for all of us. The march-past and the pair dance was just too great to watch from the sidelines. Our second mom was just rocking on the dance floor with the energy levels soar high and she kept pursuing us to join the dance floor. Her daughter's fiancé in turn was being seen attending a dance training session from her daughter. We were just down and out watching the others dance when finally the event manager, (cannot forget his Relaxing and Santa Singh joke - well Ashu has some better PJs than that) announced that the dance floor is open for singles too. We had to prove ourselves and hence beat to the tunes of some wonderful English & Kokani numbers with Sonya being the pick of the lot. (Un)fortunately for us, the 'Beedi jala de' song was played after we finally picked up our dinner plates; else we would have literally fired up the ramp. After the elimination round, 3 dancers were shortlisted - Vilma's mom, one of the many Vilma's cousins and our very own Sonya (he was selected by our groups votes and he was never the judge's call). We had to rope in Nach Baliye-2 judges to pick out the final winner - the Mom of course, the first runner up - the cousin lost points since he could not match up to the winner's enthusiasm and the second runner up - Sonya was rusty at the start since he had taken up the dance floor after a while now. Sorry uncles that I couldnot feature you more on this page, but you too would agree that evening Moms were just two much.

Rahul Dravid - The Leader !!

The India-WI clash at Ahmedabad would certainly fit in the worst 3 matches that I have ever seen, since the time I am passionately watching cricket and 15 years is not a small time. Well we would not talk about the other 2 matches, but would certainly mention them here - The 1997 India-SL Colombo Test where Arjuna Ranatunga continued batting until Sanath Jayasuriya reached 340 and Roshan Mahanama piled on 220 and the team reached 900 stretching its batting stint from day 3 to day 5 after India had put on a first innings score of 550 in first 2 days. Never ever was such an unsporting cricketing event on display. The next worst was the Aus-SA clash in Johannesburgg earlier this year, where SA chased whooping 434 in 50 overs. You may be wondering what the hell made me put that match in this list, but seriously that was one of the craziest matches that I have seen. I would not want to take away the credit of any of the players that were a part of that encounter, but the pitch there was just horrible. Come'on guys, cricket is a battle of bat and ball and for me that pitch was just too much in favour of the batsmen. Eight of the twelve bowlers (we are talking about international bowlers) were clobbered all over the park for more than 8 runs per over. Well, spare a thought for the bowlers clan, if such pitches continue to be patronized, in another 3 to 4 years, we might have to use bowling machines in the actual matches, because none of the young kids would aspire to be a bowler. While most of the cricket buffs are grumbling over the pitches in current ICC knockout trophy, me as a cricket enthusiast am simply enjoying the interesting encounters that are on display. While these surfaces are not the usual flat tracks that you normally imagine in India, but they are certainly giving us some of the best batting displays on show. It is on these surfaces that you would be able to differentiate between the good and the great batsmen.

Coming back to the Ind-WI encounter, it was hard to believe that both of the teams were actually trying hard to lose the match and unfortunately, India was successful in its pursuit. On a serious note, most of the blue billion would feel that they have been let down by such a lackluster performance. Well we can always blame so many things for our defeat including Guru Greg's pep talk on the eve of the match (Well, ironically it was Greg's talk at the end of the first ODI in WI, that has ignited them to beat India in 6 of the 7 recent encounters, but believe me it was doesnot have an effect on the Indian players - Strange !!) or team management's persistence with Irfan Pathan at one down position or some poor batting display by a batting order which slowly but surey is losing its stature of formidability. But for me, there were two other reasons that probably cost India the match. The first one being not so prominent as the second, but nevertheless, I just cannot understand the preference of RP Singh over Ramesh Powar. Here is a man who has done so very well in the limited chances that he has been offered and that too dropping him ahead of a match in India. Well, the dew factor is a nice excuse to most of the visiting teams' spinners, but I would certainly not buy the concept of Indian spinners struggling with the dew in the Indian subcontinent. This was vindicated by Bhajji's and Viru's bowling figures in the same match. Well, for the Indian subcontinent, dew is always a factor in the winter season for day night encounters, but then our spinners are well aware of the same and handle that pretty well. Most of the domestic limited overs ties played under light (Challenger Series and Ranji ODI Trophy) are probably played in the same season and then we never rest one of our key spinners. Even the recently concluded Challenger series had all the three teams playing their spinners with the dew around. Then we did not complain of the same, and how come you complain now. I am of the firm opinion that the team has to field in the 11 players that the team believes can win the match for them and the popular 'horses for courses' maxim has to be used only when you have available equivalent options. But this selection factor is just not a consideration after the toss and you have to give your best shot with the available resources on the field to win the match. That's why I place more emphasis on the second factor, one that is not very obvious, but certainly more important to the Indian cause not just for this tournament, but also for India's WC 2007 prospects. Rahul Dravid's leadership in the field is what I am referring to. However hard we complain about our poor batting display on that day, 225 was a reasonably good target against a team that is known for its inconsistent batting displays in the recent past. I am a fan of Rahul Dravid and can never doubt his commitment for the team in whatever he does. But in such a tight match, you got to be making things happen, rather than waiting for divine gifts (plenty of them offered by the Windes, but that was just too late for the cause) or atleast imitate Inzi with his post match comments where he thanks Allah with his 'Sab se phele insiallah ka sukhriya' . Sadly Rahul rarely was seen to be taking the initiative and bringing on changes. All his changes were all too traditional and you would need more of innovative changes to win such tight encounters. Rahul needs to take a leaf and must learn this trick of the trade from his predecessor. Saurav was very instinctive and hence he would make some non conventional changes which would surprise off the opposition. Dada would always be in the game, constantly talking to his bowlers, involved in some animated discussions with the seniors, motivating the performers and he would never mind giving it back to the non performers on the field itself. This would obviously affect the over rate and despite several warnings from the ICC officials, I am glad that he did not leave this aspect of his captaincy. Seriously I thought that Sachin was more involved in the Ind-WI game than Rahul was. It is another fact that Tendlya during his captaincy would overdo the talking aspect with his bowlers, thus creating more pressure on the bowlers. There were several instances in this match when Rahul had to react and give it back to his speedsters, for bowling a wrong line or length. Rahul also lacked in his field placements, but I might not go too far in criticizing him for that just because this is a factor that would depend more on the bowlers sticking to game plan. The fielding position would look extremely out of sorts, if bowlers don't stick to the line. But having slips and catching men around the bat, is extremely important when team is under pressure. It was sad that there was no slip even in the last two overs when one more wicket would have sealed the match in our favour. I mean, I have seen several captains, Wasim Akram far too often win several of such ties just by creating pressure by having fielders round the bat - the famous Chennai Test where Pak had their back on the walls after Sachin's historic century. But I would remember a Sharjah encounter, where SL needed around 20 odd runs with six wickets in hand in 5 overs or so, when Wasim handed over the ball to Abdur Razzaq, with fielders all round the bat and Pakistan won the match by 10 odd runs. Now you might argue that you need good bowlers who would be disciplined in their bowling to take such risks, but that is where I come to the conclusion, that Dravid should be more vocal atleast with the sort of capricious bowling attack (a high on one day and a low on the next) that we have. Rahul should change the bowlers rather than be feeling let down by his bowlers and he has the authority to do so (Chappell however hard he tries cannot influence this aspect atleast). Rahul would have offered the ball to Sachin or may be have asked Yuvi to give it a try rather than persisting with RP, Ajit and Irfan. This might not won the match but surely would have brought some life in the match, since 225 in Ahmedabad was always going to be 50-50.

Much has also been said about Rahul's captaincy, that he is not aggressive, he is a puppet under Chappells control and he doesnot quiet have the authority to rule the so called stars of the Indian Cricket team and that his flexibility experiment is leading to nowhere. But I wouldnot buy in any of these concepts.
As a captain today, Rahul Dravid's leadership is nothing short of inspirational. His leadership style is highly reflective of the team's mindset of mixing aggression with a degree of control and cautiousness. As a leader, he comes across as a man with a larger vision, in the form of the long-term future and success of Indian cricket and a focused mission that is the game on hand. Such exemplary definition of goals is what leads to initializing and continuing a process and he repeatedly talks of the commitment to the process of team-building, irrespective of the results at the end of the day. Another important facet of his leadership is the way the individual goals are blended with the team goals. Yes indeed, individual goals are important, but channelising them in accordance with the team's approach is what leads to a successful unit. His decision to declare the innings in 2004 with Sachin just 6 short of a personal score of 200, virtually shocked the nation, but when one reads into it, for Dravid an individual is just a mere part of the eleven, and has to bind within the framework of the team-strategies. Such tough decisions have surely played their part in taking Indian cricket forward. He is cool and never tries to steal the thunder from others, but Rahul's influence on the dressing room is impeccable and enormous. The team has recognized and acknowledged the talent and shaping up the right attitude is what Rahul and Chappell have set out to do. There is a greater sense of belief within the team. Who could believe that India could chase large totals repeatedly to win matches, when a stigma of 'chokers' accompanied the same pack just a while back. Rahul also leads from the front and we need not even have to recollect the number of times he has taken over the mantle and sacrificed for the team's cause. His stature as a captain is surely respected by one and all. Talking about the team's strategies, it is never an one mans conviction, it is always collective wisdom and in this case it is Rahul and Guru Greg and Sachin and Viru and Yuvraj to some extent that have embarked the flexibility mission for Team India.

Watching Rahul grow as a player over the years and the student of the game, he would certainly improve on the shortcomings that we talked earlier and mature as a captain. Well these are a few hiccups in our enroute to WC 2007 glory, but I am sure that Rahul and the team management are quite capable to take Indian cricket to a new level and to the upper level, MIND YOU !!

A New Star is Born !!

As I try and gather my words to write this piece among all the happiness and excitement that I derived from that one phone call today morning. I was longing for this moment for a long time now. It all started when one fine Sunday morning a few years back, when I was on a mission of cleaning my dwelling den (very unusual of me of doing so), when I knocked off a window pane in my apartment and the result being all the glass pieces scattered on the common pathway in my society. Seeing a few kids play around in the vicinity, I rushed down and started collecting all the fruits (read glass pieces) borne from my latest endeavor. While me at work, I saw a shadow of a tiny giant, well it turned to be one later, when I heard a voice 'Aho Kaka hey tumhi kay kartay' (It requires a big heart to translate these words for you ? It means 'What are you doing UNCLEEEE') UNCLEEEE (Kaka) never sounded so dangerous to me before and never ever had I felt so shocked, panicked, scared and overwhelmed by that small giant. I never bothered (or even had the courage) to have a glance at the little Godzilla and just completed my work at double the speed and rushed off to my cozy bed. On the bed there I sat and looking in the mirror and searching for a few grey hair that prompted that kid to say so. That day's tryst ith destiny, slowly but surely has made me realize that I was not one of those from the carefree little champs clan now (My good old parents had been trying so hard and long that I realized that - but in vain). This incident has made me mature from a boy to a man (and this has nothing to do about my biological maturity which I had gained read that gifted approximately a decade ago). Well we were talking of some phone call at the start of the page and the phone call was from my good old friend Amlya who was nothing short of ecstatic, when he disclosed this news that he had a son and he called the newly born a STAR.


Its not that I was an uncle earlier and few of my cousins have college going kids already, but I was never so close to unclehood earlier (Well, I rue the fact that I was about 170 kms aways from the newly born and hence couldnot be of more help to the parents apart from recharging my friends mobile account - Now I remember, Amlya, pay me those bucks, mate). Here was this ghantoo friend of mine (well does fatherhood deserve more respect??) disclosing this amazing news to me. The new father and yours truly were mutual companions to those hangouts where we believed that we would have a rendezvous with our lifepartners and then would happily part off from our companionship with the hangouts. Alas, I am still in pursuit for that divine encounter with my soulmate after Amlya betrayed me and married off to Preeti - read pretty (no explanations required) read pity (uh!! she is married to Amlya). This blog was only intended to introduce to you a young new web celebrity. As I anxiously and excitably await that moment when I meet that little champ, I would promise you to feature him a lot more in this space in the time to come. Before closing off for today, this moment in life, 1010 , has really turned on my grey cells (well now I do breed a few grey hair too on my head) and I have already started wondering and asking myself - 'Who would that unfortunate girl be, who would give birth to my child', 'Am I ready to be a father myself ?', 'How will having a baby change my life?', 'How will I pay for all the things our baby will need if I continue spending so much time on the net' Forget it blokes, today I am now officially an UNCLEEE and am not scared too! :)

The Previous Walks..

Post	Person & Event
The Matrix	Her Dilemma
Moms - Two Much	James' Engagement
A Star is born	Amol's Fatherhood
Rahul Dravid - The Leader	Rahul at ICC Knockout 2006