Master Blaster

Umm, guess i don't hav 2 say anything..

u can think 4 urself..

that's so original..it's a relief 2 see d real person behind that mad camera glare.

now that's Charlie-superstar..

Look what i got, Abhishekh Bacchhan's childhood pic!

isn't that cute? i kno i'm sounding right now like what i usually disapprove of, but sorry, can't control it!

he's such a good actor!

But d floods were horrible,

even high-lying places like Katni were flooded..

hope it doesn't happen again..

Just thought i'd show u sm sights of my MP

Enjoy!

We went 2 Pachmarhi when i was 10, it's a beautiful place..

try it next time u visit d state..

Rahul- the boss

Poor Rahul, caught between a billion fans who 'overperform' by burning his effigies at the slightest hint of 'underperformance by r beloved cricket team on 1 hand, n d ever-dominating Chappel on d other. He needs 2 be aggressive, not assertive, in front of such an adversary, if d team hopes to play their original game in the World Cup, forget winning it. Smtimes d Sourav formula works. u'r in d team if u listen 2 me, out if u don't, laddie!

Tour de sports 2

So, where were we? Oh, right, back in Kalyan from Wada. In September 2001, winter was approaching and our practice sessions were intensifying. Suddenly, we were introduced to a new game, indoor cricket. I tried at the insistence of our coach, and discovered I was quite a good batsman. I thought I could never play cricket, for when a kid, i used to play with my brothers, who always got me bowled out clean. But then times had changed. To everyone's surprise but mine, I was a pathetic bowler.But I improved with time. Our tour was in Gohana, a tiny village in the northern state of Haryana. There were both good and bad teams, us on middle ground. Dad came with us. This was the 1st time I was going so far away 4m home. We pulled off our first match with Punjab, then the 2nd with Haryana. We were in the semis with Delhi, Chandigarh and Punjab again. In r match with Delhi, they had batted first n made 30 runs in 8 overs. We had reached 34, n sm of us were alresdy celebratin victory. But on the last ball, the ball hit our batsman's bat n went into d wicketkeeper's glove. She came out of the crease, dancing Balle-balle, shava-shava. The wickie. delighted, hit d ball on the stumps n r score bcame 29. We had lost by smthing so pathetic dat it was hard 2 believe. I was furious. In r next match, sir literally had 2 shout at me to stop exploding and concentrate on d match. We won it, but bronze is a poor substitute for gold or silver, isn't it? and that too at the nationals.

Colours galore

The monsoons r here with their baskets of colurs and misty showers. What do you think when you see a particular colour? Me, I conjure up a thousand things. Yellow for the mustard fields glowing in the sun. Green for the trees that come alive and blades of grass that appear from nowhwere. Blue is the sky, the limitless, free, boundless blanket. Black is the night, dark, adventurous, romantic. White is the gushing water of Bhedaghat, powerful yet calm. Silver r the stars that signal the sun goodbye. Red is the sun itself, sending streaks of orange through the sea-water. Oh, is there any limit to these ideas? I hope not. Free is my mind, my world, and free it shall be..

Tour de sport 1

Sportsmen (n Women) tend to have a good memory, especially of their own matches and wins. My first sport was handball, then indoor cricket. My first tour was a nearby taluka, Wada, where we had to play our district level matches to qualify for the zonal tournament. I was barely 11. We were primitive players, running around the ball like wild geese. Still, we managed one goal n got knocked out. I didn't play and cried the whole way back home. (Boo-hoo, why didn't u guys lemme play?) I was the goalkeeper(2nd) I still am, as a matter of fact. I think capturing has always been my speciality rather than hitting things in the right place, and shall always be. What I learnt that day ws that whoever your parents are, however much they earn, u r what u do, n what ur capable of. There's nothin' else to it. On a fair field, u cant cry n beg cos ur cuter, u show ur worth by doin' what's expected of you. And then, slowly, u start loving d game n respecting it, and praying for more such opportunities to come. But ur biggest prayer remains for a fair field n respect n recognition for ur game. You n yours come later, much later.

Nick of time

It's strange how time passes by so quickly.I've gotta prepare for my exams in Feb, and I've realised now that it's only seven months left. Now that's so horrible. Maybe I can manage, maybe I can't. Anyways. let's see what future holds for me. With all these hectic schedules n timetables, at least I deserve to be hopeful 'bout it.:))

So we finally get some response from our 'babus'. Increase the no. of seats and then again make 50% reservations compulsory. So more and more undeserving students will throng respectable institutions for degrees and get jobs with more resrvtns. that are gonna come. Sometimes i'm disillusioned by what's goin' on. Indian politics has touched so many lows, but this is the final straw. We've learnt the art of using lathis on peaceful protestors very well from the british, or rather, inherited it. Innocent students with their limbs, hopes and hearts broken will not sit down and let things happen as they are. and decent people like the PM need to show their decency by putting an end to this anarchy.