It’s the time of the year where every god damn former cricketer becomes an “expert” and has his own version of analysis of the forthcoming cricket series. Well, yours truly is no less. The only difference is that my predictions are usually right. So this is my take on the India – Pakistan series.
Test Series : India wins 3-0.
One Day series : India draws 3-3 with Pakistan.
My team for the first test match:
V.Sehwag
G.Gambhir
R.Dravid
S.Tendulkar
S.Ganguly
VVS Laxman/ Md Kaif
D.Kaarthik
H.Singh
A.Kumble
I.Pathan
Z.Khan
February 21, 2005
February 18, 2005
Wah Cricket !! Woh bhi kya din the !!
While googling across cyber space, i came across an article written more than 6 years ago. I recommend that article to every cricket fan.
The situation : India loses very badly to Australia in Australia
The Mood in India : Anger
Click here to read that article.
It will make you nostalgic, I bet
The situation : India loses very badly to Australia in Australia
The Mood in India : Anger
Click here to read that article.
It will make you nostalgic, I bet
Believe me ! I read all of these !!
I have been in a book reading spree for the past 2 months. I have always wanted to read novels and autobiographies like many other people do, but never had the patience to do it. But now everything has changed.
Following is the list of books I have finished reading.
My Reviews
Green font : MUST READ
Blue font : GOOD
RED font : AVOID AT ALL COSTS
Wings of Fire by Abdul Kalam
Count your chickens before they hatch by Arindam Chaudhary
The Great Indian Dream by Malay Chaudhary
My Autobiography by Lee Iacocca
Talking Straight by Lee Iacocca
Straight from the gut by Jack Welch
Engaging India by Strobe Talbott
The Monk who sold his Ferarri by Robin Sharma
The Anthem by Ayn Rand
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Future plans
Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Following is the list of books I have finished reading.
My Reviews
Green font : MUST READ
Blue font : GOOD
RED font : AVOID AT ALL COSTS
Wings of Fire by Abdul Kalam
Count your chickens before they hatch by Arindam Chaudhary
The Great Indian Dream by Malay Chaudhary
My Autobiography by Lee Iacocca
Talking Straight by Lee Iacocca
Straight from the gut by Jack Welch
Engaging India by Strobe Talbott
The Monk who sold his Ferarri by Robin Sharma
The Anthem by Ayn Rand
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Future plans
Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
February 15, 2005
Sultans and Sultana make Hyderabadis proud :-))
I just cudnt miss this one.
I had predicted in my earlier post that "Hyderabad Sultans" will cut all the other teams to size in the PHL and i was proved right :-)) The defence of the sultans was just amazing and the jalandhar team looked like babies in front of them. Well done. I must also appreciate the scintillating work of the 3 pakistani imports, Waseem Ahmed( Should have won the best player award in the PHL), Sohail Abbas (The Hockey God himself) and Ahmed Alam(My god! World's best goalkeeper). Also great was our Indian captain Dilip tirkey.
Talking about the opposition, they behaved very poorly and we could see that they in fact could not accept that hyderabad smashed them not once but twice in the league. The performance of the forwards of jallandhar(the same as that of the Indian team) was aweful to say the least and now we know why Indian hockey team keeps losing always. The behavior of Gagan Ajit Singh was deplorable to say the least.
If Saturday we got revadi, on Sunday we got gulab Jamun
Sania Mirza did what no Indian has done b4 and has broken into top 100 of the World's rankings. Great going. It has to be emphasised that she was injured very badly throughout the tournament and it took great resilence to win and boy!! did the Hyderabad crowd help her :-))
The opposition players who were used to playing in front of dead silent crowds could not realize what hit them when they continously kept shouting even during serves and rallies :-))
As someone said, "what else do you expect when the entrance is free and girls are playing in mini-skirts"
Great week for Hyderabad, Indeed !!!!
I had predicted in my earlier post that "Hyderabad Sultans" will cut all the other teams to size in the PHL and i was proved right :-)) The defence of the sultans was just amazing and the jalandhar team looked like babies in front of them. Well done. I must also appreciate the scintillating work of the 3 pakistani imports, Waseem Ahmed( Should have won the best player award in the PHL), Sohail Abbas (The Hockey God himself) and Ahmed Alam(My god! World's best goalkeeper). Also great was our Indian captain Dilip tirkey.
Talking about the opposition, they behaved very poorly and we could see that they in fact could not accept that hyderabad smashed them not once but twice in the league. The performance of the forwards of jallandhar(the same as that of the Indian team) was aweful to say the least and now we know why Indian hockey team keeps losing always. The behavior of Gagan Ajit Singh was deplorable to say the least.
If Saturday we got revadi, on Sunday we got gulab Jamun
Sania Mirza did what no Indian has done b4 and has broken into top 100 of the World's rankings. Great going. It has to be emphasised that she was injured very badly throughout the tournament and it took great resilence to win and boy!! did the Hyderabad crowd help her :-))
The opposition players who were used to playing in front of dead silent crowds could not realize what hit them when they continously kept shouting even during serves and rallies :-))
As someone said, "what else do you expect when the entrance is free and girls are playing in mini-skirts"
Great week for Hyderabad, Indeed !!!!
Iam working @ Dell errrr..... Deloitte
The only problem in working at Deloitte is that it is not yet a household brand in India like say Satyam or Infy or Wipro. So when I proudly say to my relatives and friends that I work for Deloitte Consulting , they think that it one of the dozens of job-consultancy companies sprouting all over Hyderabad 
Worse still, other people do not comprehend the word “Deloitte” and tend to believe that iam some call center guy working in DELL
Now what worse abuse can there be for an ERP consultant
Worse still, other people do not comprehend the word “Deloitte” and tend to believe that iam some call center guy working in DELL
Now what worse abuse can there be for an ERP consultant
February 10, 2005
My dear cell phone
I have decided that my cell phone requires a separate post. It is one of the most amazing pieces of cell phone you would ever see and after seeing it and touching it, almost all the people have the same reaction “WOW”. No I do not have any new Samsung or LG models. Neither do I have the Motorola E380. What I have is old and heavy. It is the one and only Siemens A-40.
Ya I know, doesn’t look "interesting" or "trendy",isn’t it. My colleagues here regularly keep making fun of me when i use it. In fact when one of them asked me to donate my phone to Tsunami victims, one another guy mocked me saying even they will not use my cell phone :-((
To hell with them and their views. In fact the more and more I use my cell phone, the more I continue to love it. It has no ringtones, has no games to play, has capacity only for 15 messages and has to be recharged daily. So what?? I have developed some sort of emotional attachment with it and so I will continue to use it no matter what others say.
In fact iam looking forward to the next few years when my cell phone will become a antique piece and same people who make fun of it now will see it in majestic awe :-))
Ya I know, doesn’t look "interesting" or "trendy",isn’t it. My colleagues here regularly keep making fun of me when i use it. In fact when one of them asked me to donate my phone to Tsunami victims, one another guy mocked me saying even they will not use my cell phone :-((
To hell with them and their views. In fact the more and more I use my cell phone, the more I continue to love it. It has no ringtones, has no games to play, has capacity only for 15 messages and has to be recharged daily. So what?? I have developed some sort of emotional attachment with it and so I will continue to use it no matter what others say.
In fact iam looking forward to the next few years when my cell phone will become a antique piece and same people who make fun of it now will see it in majestic awe :-))
Gustaaki Maaf !!
Me li'l busy with work. So I will just Ctrl-C,Ctrl-V my post at pagalguy.
This post is about a parody in NDTV news channel which keeps popping up in between the news bulletins.
I absolutely luv "Gustaaki Maaf" but i feel some characters are overdone and are too loud like Mayavati etc
My fav :
1. Vajpayee's Shayari session
2. Manmohan Singh with sonia peeking from the back
3. Laloo Yadav and his usual crap
4. Filter coffee with Amma
In fact last week's episode featuring "amma" was awesome. Lemme try to sample.
Inzamam ul haq has a coffee meeting with "amma"
Amma: Why r u looking so sad ??
Inzy : What to do madam, iam getting no repect in my team, and this Shoaib Akhtar is there na, he thinks he is the boss and he does not listen to me.
Amma: Dont worry Inzy , I will give u tips to gain respect in team.
Inzy: Ah Really!! Thanks madam, lemme note down ur tips
Amma: Point no 1 : Ask everyone in your team to call you "AMMA".
Inzy: But why madam??
Amma: Arey stop this madam, shadam. Call me "AMMA". "AMMA".
Inzy: Ok madam.... err Amma
Amma: POint no2 : Ask everyone in your team to touch your feet. This will give you respect.
Inzy: Arey madam, how is this possible? How can i make others touch my feet when I myself cant touch my feet. That means I do not self-respect Boo-ooh(starts crying)
And it goes on !!
The expressions of AMMA and Inzy are hard to put in words.
All that adds that to some comic relief in between the daily dose of same old stale news
This post is about a parody in NDTV news channel which keeps popping up in between the news bulletins.
I absolutely luv "Gustaaki Maaf" but i feel some characters are overdone and are too loud like Mayavati etc
My fav :
1. Vajpayee's Shayari session
2. Manmohan Singh with sonia peeking from the back
3. Laloo Yadav and his usual crap
4. Filter coffee with Amma
In fact last week's episode featuring "amma" was awesome. Lemme try to sample.
Inzamam ul haq has a coffee meeting with "amma"
Amma: Why r u looking so sad ??
Inzy : What to do madam, iam getting no repect in my team, and this Shoaib Akhtar is there na, he thinks he is the boss and he does not listen to me.
Amma: Dont worry Inzy , I will give u tips to gain respect in team.
Inzy: Ah Really!! Thanks madam, lemme note down ur tips
Amma: Point no 1 : Ask everyone in your team to call you "AMMA".
Inzy: But why madam??
Amma: Arey stop this madam, shadam. Call me "AMMA". "AMMA".
Inzy: Ok madam.... err Amma
Amma: POint no2 : Ask everyone in your team to touch your feet. This will give you respect.
Inzy: Arey madam, how is this possible? How can i make others touch my feet when I myself cant touch my feet. That means I do not self-respect Boo-ooh(starts crying)
And it goes on !!
The expressions of AMMA and Inzy are hard to put in words.
All that adds that to some comic relief in between the daily dose of same old stale news
February 03, 2005
My train journey
I am posting this after a long break from blogging. In fact, I am quite energized by this break. No, I had not been to any vacation or something like that. In fact, Believe it or not, I was busy with office work.
Last weekend I had been to my home town, yes the one and only, madras. Going to madras is always a wonderful feeling. Even though I have never stayed there for any period of time, the emotional attachment to that city is just unbeatable. The main purpose of this visit was to write another MBA entrance exam. God!! Dunno when will I be relieved of this.
This post contains all my little observations of my 2 days trip to madras. Most of them are silly but the person that iam, I love to treasure such moments. So here we go,
One obvious thrill when I reached the nampally station was to so many tamil people in the station. Never knew so many of them stay in Hyderabad. (On doing further research I found out that over 10 lakh tamil ppl reside in AP.)
Train started moving and the first thing I noticed was the european styled stations of lakdi ka pul and necklace road. The fact that not a single soul was thereon any of those platforms is a different story altogether :-))
View of Tank Bund from the train was exhilarating and anybody visiting Hyderabad for the first time will simply feel in awe of the beauty of the city.
After secunderabad, it was all jungle and there was not much to see outside except my brother’s college near ghatkesar.
So my attention turned inwards and when I looked around to see the other passengers in my compartment, I noticed one strange thing. About 60% of people in my compartment where women and most of them were going to Chennai to attend some marriage(Later, I found out that the next few days were quite auspicious days for marriage and in fact the streets of madras were filled with the sound of nadaswarams during the course of my stay there).
This says a lot of about the feel of security in the southern states of Andhra Pradesh and Tamil nadu. I just cant imagine such a thing happening in the cow belts of India or for that matter the northern part of India. Way to go, South!!
Train was approaching Chennai Central station and this we can know from the stink associated with the approaching places. Then suddenly arrived the good ol’ BASIN BRIDGE station. It’s stink is unbearable but who carez. This station is just about 200 mts from the central station and when the train passes this station we know WE ARE THERE. This station is really nostalgic and I still remember asking my grand father long long back (about 13 years back I think!!) that why did they construct two stations so close together?? Ah those were some days (More on those days later)
I touched down on Central station and ah HEAVEN. My home. Iam welcomed by the Tamil advertisements running on Suryan FM. It was about 5.30 in the morning and I thought I would have to work hard to find a auto driver awake. Hell I was wrong. I should have known. Madras wakes up at 4 am. As soon as I got out of station I was mobbed by dozens of auto drivers each offering me a better bargain than the other one. I picked one of them and drove straight to my Uncle’s home at mambalam.
Once at Chennai, the same old meter less autos, “maanagar perundu” buses, posters of “AMMA” and “KALAIGNIAR” etc certify that you are indeed in madras. The T.Nagar road reminds me of all those tv ads ranging from Pothys, Chennai Silks, Jayachandran textiles to GRT thanga maaligai. And who can forget that Hotel Saravana Bhavan. Ah all this just drives me nostalgic.
After the exam at anna nagar, I came back to the central station to catch a train back to hyd . Since I had 2 hours for my train to depart, I somehow had to kill time in Central station. Talking about the central station, man, you gotta be there to experience that. The big structure that it is adds to the charm of the first time(or for that matter any) visitor. The fact that you can see the engines “front on” is a delightful experience. Add to that the DSL internet center, in-house saravana bhavan, anand bhavan and higginbothams and you know that this is the best railway station in this country.
The only problem with this sort of setup is that you have to walk a long distance to reach your bogie, if god forbid, ur compartment is near the engine. And guess what, my coach was S13. The first coach ,bang behind the engine. So I had to walk through all that way in the scorching sun.
One amazing part of traveling alone in Indian Railways is the type of company you get. Some are quite serious and keep reading a damn book throughout their journey, there are some who retire to the upper birth and spend the whole journey sleeping. Luckily my “neighbours” were not like that.
I met this old man, a Punjabi, who he claims, came to tamil nadu with an empty pocket 20 years ago and then went on to become a big business man in coimbatore. Now he has settled down in jallandhar and travels to madras and Hyderabad often to meet his old friends. I had some interesting conversation with him and I will be posting it in my next post. Next morning I came back to Hyderabad and felt like I was back home again (Surprising isn’t it ).
Last weekend I had been to my home town, yes the one and only, madras. Going to madras is always a wonderful feeling. Even though I have never stayed there for any period of time, the emotional attachment to that city is just unbeatable. The main purpose of this visit was to write another MBA entrance exam. God!! Dunno when will I be relieved of this.
This post contains all my little observations of my 2 days trip to madras. Most of them are silly but the person that iam, I love to treasure such moments. So here we go,
One obvious thrill when I reached the nampally station was to so many tamil people in the station. Never knew so many of them stay in Hyderabad. (On doing further research I found out that over 10 lakh tamil ppl reside in AP.)
Train started moving and the first thing I noticed was the european styled stations of lakdi ka pul and necklace road. The fact that not a single soul was thereon any of those platforms is a different story altogether :-))
View of Tank Bund from the train was exhilarating and anybody visiting Hyderabad for the first time will simply feel in awe of the beauty of the city.
After secunderabad, it was all jungle and there was not much to see outside except my brother’s college near ghatkesar.
So my attention turned inwards and when I looked around to see the other passengers in my compartment, I noticed one strange thing. About 60% of people in my compartment where women and most of them were going to Chennai to attend some marriage(Later, I found out that the next few days were quite auspicious days for marriage and in fact the streets of madras were filled with the sound of nadaswarams during the course of my stay there).
This says a lot of about the feel of security in the southern states of Andhra Pradesh and Tamil nadu. I just cant imagine such a thing happening in the cow belts of India or for that matter the northern part of India. Way to go, South!!
Train was approaching Chennai Central station and this we can know from the stink associated with the approaching places. Then suddenly arrived the good ol’ BASIN BRIDGE station. It’s stink is unbearable but who carez. This station is just about 200 mts from the central station and when the train passes this station we know WE ARE THERE. This station is really nostalgic and I still remember asking my grand father long long back (about 13 years back I think!!) that why did they construct two stations so close together?? Ah those were some days (More on those days later)
I touched down on Central station and ah HEAVEN. My home. Iam welcomed by the Tamil advertisements running on Suryan FM. It was about 5.30 in the morning and I thought I would have to work hard to find a auto driver awake. Hell I was wrong. I should have known. Madras wakes up at 4 am. As soon as I got out of station I was mobbed by dozens of auto drivers each offering me a better bargain than the other one. I picked one of them and drove straight to my Uncle’s home at mambalam.
Once at Chennai, the same old meter less autos, “maanagar perundu” buses, posters of “AMMA” and “KALAIGNIAR” etc certify that you are indeed in madras. The T.Nagar road reminds me of all those tv ads ranging from Pothys, Chennai Silks, Jayachandran textiles to GRT thanga maaligai. And who can forget that Hotel Saravana Bhavan. Ah all this just drives me nostalgic.
After the exam at anna nagar, I came back to the central station to catch a train back to hyd . Since I had 2 hours for my train to depart, I somehow had to kill time in Central station. Talking about the central station, man, you gotta be there to experience that. The big structure that it is adds to the charm of the first time(or for that matter any) visitor. The fact that you can see the engines “front on” is a delightful experience. Add to that the DSL internet center, in-house saravana bhavan, anand bhavan and higginbothams and you know that this is the best railway station in this country.
The only problem with this sort of setup is that you have to walk a long distance to reach your bogie, if god forbid, ur compartment is near the engine. And guess what, my coach was S13. The first coach ,bang behind the engine. So I had to walk through all that way in the scorching sun.
One amazing part of traveling alone in Indian Railways is the type of company you get. Some are quite serious and keep reading a damn book throughout their journey, there are some who retire to the upper birth and spend the whole journey sleeping. Luckily my “neighbours” were not like that.
I met this old man, a Punjabi, who he claims, came to tamil nadu with an empty pocket 20 years ago and then went on to become a big business man in coimbatore. Now he has settled down in jallandhar and travels to madras and Hyderabad often to meet his old friends. I had some interesting conversation with him and I will be posting it in my next post. Next morning I came back to Hyderabad and felt like I was back home again (Surprising isn’t it ).
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