Before I begin, I HOPE you people have caught on to http://www.fakeiplplayer.blogspot.com/, if not, shoo. scat. now.


Which brings me to last night's match between Kolkata Knight Riders and Rajasthan Royals. Lalit Modi, the guy who practically is the Father of The IPL, was seen shouting in the last over "Hope for a bowl-out, guys!". Now, if some random guy-on-the-street said it, it could still make sense, but hasn't it been light years since the bowl-out was replaced with the Super Over, to decide in case of a tie! And This Guy, of all the people, SHOULD know.


Anyway, the drama continued..

Over 19.5 - Ganguly gets out, obviously disappointed
Ganguly: fug, oh fug, fug fug
Camera pans to Shilpa Shetty who obviously has no idea what's going on
Shilpa: Yay. So I can see our players rejoicing. We won kya?
Last Ball. Ishant Sharma grabs a run.
Shane Warne: Get it done with quick, I gotta go home to the chikas.
Ganguly: fug fug
Shilpa Shetty: Somebody tell me what's going on! 20 overs done, why is nobody moving?
KKR manage a measly 15, with RR in, Yusuf hits a couple of sixes
Ganguly: fug fug
Shilpa Shetty: Ah, finally something I understand. A six is good, hai na, Raj?
Match over. RR win.

Then, I was being yelled at, to shut down the TV and let everybody sleep, so I have no idea what happened next. I am sure of one thing though, for the next few days-
Ganguly: fug fug

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There was a time, when I was around 7, I aspired to be the 'coach of the Indian National Cricket Team'. Me. The epitome of laziness. And yes, am talkin about the men's cricket team. No, not because I had the hots for anybody there, I am not too fond of sports people, they sweat a lot, and smell a lot. Plus, the bunch of guys in the Indian Cricket Team can't frame one proper sentence in English, and THAT is a super turn off. I just thought that the coach's job was to give pep talk, and I believed I was good at that. Anyway I was eight. At eight, I was planning to marry a south Indian ladka so he could cook dosas for me, which evidently, at that point of time, I loved. Also, my other career prospects at various points in time, have widely ranged from a maidservant('cause she was allowed to "play" with water and I wasn't) to um, a Miss India. Now the latter is not a career, but hello, I was 4, and I guess you are allowed to be dumb then. Anyway, what was I saying? Uh, forget it.

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Oh, and I took this quiz at Facebook which said:
wattt is the best part in your face???! quiz and the result is lips
ha a born good kisser,,obvious..okay yur jus very good at partyin n adjustable,, hav dumb attitude buttt ppl can handle it nott many,,.. anywayyy yur style is simple n yur a born singer,,.. yur lucky colours are,,..peach n pink

Why, oh why do people write like that, I can still tolerate the 'yur's but whattttt innn thee naammme offf thee devilll isss thissss styleee of writingg. Reminded me of those random creeps on orkut, who would go, hiiiii....girlllll...wannnnaaaa fryy withhh meee??...lettt me knowwww...dying for replyyyy.... And I am not joking.

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PS: Baichung Bhutia reminds me of a crush who's already taken. And so I can't bear to watch Jhalak anymore. Actually, the crush. The one, and the only one. Who seems to have found his One too, but it isn't me. And all my life, I have to live knowing the fact that somebody else is married to my husband. :(

*Last line taken from When Harry Met Sally*

Cheers.