In search of myself...

with every dawn, i need to start the fight to set my eyelids apart. each day reminds me i am a clerk who travels a lot to do some work. the beauty of dawn's killed as it breaks by the ride to work and the effort it takes. why should one do this? and to what end? why'd work make all stretch their bend? what pleasure's seen? where's the charm? why anything else than an otherwise calm? it may be the job, if not the money and people at work, sweet as honey. there's one big reason, one above all that makes people keep rolling the ball it is the anticipation that past each day we fend, we move much closer to that evasive weekend!!! HAPPY FRIDAY..........

The drivel in this blog is purely a product of the limitless frustration I have, on the absolutely pathetic and dismal performance of the Indian cricket team that is now staring at another defeat in Adelaide, Australia. The only consolation here is that this loss was on the fifth day, compared to the earlier defeats. Losing is an essential part of the game, but regular loss abroad only tells there is something terribly wrong somewhere. And when India loses, laymen like me actually get the right to criticize; I'll put it to use. Few things went right for India. A famed batting line up suffered in front of persistent and penetrating fast bolwing. I mean FAST!!! Our bowlers were shown all round the park and Australia's run rates were consistently around 4 RPO. That's frikkin high for a test match. Vinay Kumar tried being aggressive by bowling bouncers to David Warner at 120 kph. It was pulled past the boundary at probably 200kph!!! If this was one series to be ignored, what a...