Aaaaarrgghh
With much pomp and fanfare I joined the league of people who download interesting stuff from the internet. Spending days and days and nights and nights downloading such gems as all of the top all time great 250 movies as annointed by IMDB ( http://www.imdb.com/chart/top ), or all the seasons of Friends, Wonder Years, Desperate Housewifes (not me, not me - a friend does this as well) was how I had dreamt my days were going to be like in the coming days. Vast dreams of buying a 100 GB external drive which would soon be full by my phenomenal efforts of day and night downloading were dreamt of. Great collections of movies were thought of and carefully tabulated.
Finally I started on my first download that was to become the cornerstone of future super movie collection. After much deliberation I decided to download 'Rashomon', the Akira Kurosawa all time classic that I wanted to see for a long time ( http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0042876/ ).
And now comes the stupid part.
Torrent is a peer-to-peer file sharing software. So you see a number of files of the same item out of which you choose one to download. For Rashomon I had some six or seven files showing up. I finally zeroed in on two of them by evaluating the size of the file. 600 to 800 MB is the size of any normal movie of decent picture quality. One was 620 MB long and the other was 700 MB.
* My thought process:
- First movie download
- Should be high quality
- Screw the time it takes i'll get the bigger, and so obviously better quality file.
- Yay! that was a good decision Swapnil. Excellent choice. Has anyone ever told you that you're amazing and oh-so-decisive? - yeah, yeah, I get that a lot :)
SO the gist of this entire thought proces piece was that I started the 700 MB download.
I nurtured it like a new born baby, I did! Making sure that it was fed well with internet bandwidth. Kept checking up on it to ensure that it is all right and its growing (file download progress) was on the right lines. Before the second night of downloading it gave a lot of anxious moments as it took a lot of time to start the download process. Two anxious and sleepless nights I spent monitoring and caring for my new baby.
And this morning it finally gave its first joyful gurgle when I played the file on my media player. Much rejoicing was in the air as I hugged my laptop, danced around on the bed. Whoops rent the air as I leapt around punching the air. Dreams of a huge and amazing movie collection seemed just on the verge of realization.
And suddenly I paused.
The first gurgle, much like baby talk, wasn't understood by me. I cocked my ears and listened again. Yes, it was some language quite alien to me.
Indeed, it was in Japanese.
(no, no, this can still be salvaged. I'm sure there are english sub-titles. I won't let all this effort and blood and sweat go to waste. )
Yes, you guessed it. The subtitles were in Swedish.
So ladies and gentlemen I spent two effing nights in downloading a Japanese movie with subtitles in Swedish!
AAARRGGHHH...I could kick myself
Corollary: The 626 MB file (remember the one I disdainfully rejected? You do remember it, don't you?), in sharp contradiction is in English.
Corollary: I've got it! I shall not let the effort go waste. I'll learn Japanese instead. Ah, what a brilliant idea, as simple as iti ni san !!
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Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Karaoke!!!...
So I went to the karaoke night at Firangi Paani (http://www.bjngroup.in/restaurants/firangi-paani.html ) yesterday evening – my first time at a karaoke place.
I was there with a karaoke experienced hand – DU (She’s part of my non-engineer, non-MBA friends. Long story – was really bugged with the fact that all my friends, due to their similar backgrounds, spoke on-and-on-and-on about the same things, namely
– career going no where
- not enough money because XYZ is making more,
- will I ever go onsite
- my manager sucks and has a vendetta against me
- did-I-make-the-right-choice-in-job/studies/lovelife
- what do I really want in life after all
- …and of course the omnipresent – is it all worth it?...oh, by the way did you see my new car/phone/meaningless-electronic-gadget-that-I-bought-for-a-obscene-amount-of-money?
SO I decided I need to meet people with more variety in their lives, people with diverse interests and career plans (or no plans at all), people who have the capability of living in the present than forever think about the future. DU is one of the few friends I made while actively looking for people with different thought processes. We don’t meet up very often or anything but its always fun to catch up with her. [Also, she’s on first name basis with almost all bouncers/barkeeps/managers in all the pubs in this city – she NEVER pays cover charge..yes, yes NEVER- its amazing (and incredibly cheap) pub hopping with her].)
OK, where was I? oh, yeah, karaoke…
Now, you people know that music and I somehow don’t mix together too well (water and oil some people would say. We stay in touch [what? I have 4..no 3 music CDs in my car…so there!], but a polite nod is the maximum we ever acknowledge each other with). So I was a bit apprehensive about the whole karaoke thing. But I was so wrong! It was absolutely awesome fun!
The place was full of regulars who sang almost every Sunday (Firangi Paani has karaoke Sundays). And the talent! Amazing singers – in fact after the karaoke started I asked DU when the whole over-hyped karaoke thing was going to start – she gently nudged me towards the guy singing the first song
! It was amazing, he was singing so well that I couldn’t make out that it was someone singing instead of a song playing. And then one after the other people were walking up to the mike and singing really really well. The atmosphere was getting quite electric – reminded me of college festivals – everyone was singing along with people breaking into dance as well. There was the manager/owner of the place who kept taking up the mike and belting out beauties. Almost every table had a couple of singers and it was great to see the cheering companions to the singers. DU also took up the mike a couple of times and inspite of her nervousness, sang brilliantly (she has that tenor voice, the high note taking type singing voice – I had no idea. Pretty darn good)
Aaargh, why God, why? Why didn’t you give me singing talent, instead of just good looks?
(Taken from a Jughead comic: Juggie says this about money, when Pop refuses to give him more credit at the choc’lit shoppe )
It would be amazing to just walk up there and sing your favourite song with an enthusiastic crowd behind you!
If you haven’t been to a karaoke – highly recommended. And if you can sing better than a frog’s croak (sigh, now you know how bad I am), you get UP THERE AND SING!
PJ:
Why was only one member of the 1983 world cup winning indian team allowed to enter Firangi Paani on Saturday?
'cos it was 'kapil's' only.
Yeah, i'm sorry. Someone told me this joke at work - thought i'd offload it on you :)
Key: (couples)
I was there with a karaoke experienced hand – DU (She’s part of my non-engineer, non-MBA friends. Long story – was really bugged with the fact that all my friends, due to their similar backgrounds, spoke on-and-on-and-on about the same things, namely
– career going no where
- not enough money because XYZ is making more,
- will I ever go onsite
- my manager sucks and has a vendetta against me
- did-I-make-the-right-choice-in-job/studies/lovelife
- what do I really want in life after all
- …and of course the omnipresent – is it all worth it?...oh, by the way did you see my new car/phone/meaningless-electronic-gadget-that-I-bought-for-a-obscene-amount-of-money?
SO I decided I need to meet people with more variety in their lives, people with diverse interests and career plans (or no plans at all), people who have the capability of living in the present than forever think about the future. DU is one of the few friends I made while actively looking for people with different thought processes. We don’t meet up very often or anything but its always fun to catch up with her. [Also, she’s on first name basis with almost all bouncers/barkeeps/managers in all the pubs in this city – she NEVER pays cover charge..yes, yes NEVER- its amazing (and incredibly cheap) pub hopping with her].)
OK, where was I? oh, yeah, karaoke…
Now, you people know that music and I somehow don’t mix together too well (water and oil some people would say. We stay in touch [what? I have 4..no 3 music CDs in my car…so there!], but a polite nod is the maximum we ever acknowledge each other with). So I was a bit apprehensive about the whole karaoke thing. But I was so wrong! It was absolutely awesome fun!
The place was full of regulars who sang almost every Sunday (Firangi Paani has karaoke Sundays). And the talent! Amazing singers – in fact after the karaoke started I asked DU when the whole over-hyped karaoke thing was going to start – she gently nudged me towards the guy singing the first song
! It was amazing, he was singing so well that I couldn’t make out that it was someone singing instead of a song playing. And then one after the other people were walking up to the mike and singing really really well. The atmosphere was getting quite electric – reminded me of college festivals – everyone was singing along with people breaking into dance as well. There was the manager/owner of the place who kept taking up the mike and belting out beauties. Almost every table had a couple of singers and it was great to see the cheering companions to the singers. DU also took up the mike a couple of times and inspite of her nervousness, sang brilliantly (she has that tenor voice, the high note taking type singing voice – I had no idea. Pretty darn good)
Aaargh, why God, why? Why didn’t you give me singing talent, instead of just good looks?
(Taken from a Jughead comic: Juggie says this about money, when Pop refuses to give him more credit at the choc’lit shoppe )
It would be amazing to just walk up there and sing your favourite song with an enthusiastic crowd behind you!
If you haven’t been to a karaoke – highly recommended. And if you can sing better than a frog’s croak (sigh, now you know how bad I am), you get UP THERE AND SING!
PJ:
Why was only one member of the 1983 world cup winning indian team allowed to enter Firangi Paani on Saturday?
'cos it was 'kapil's' only.
Yeah, i'm sorry. Someone told me this joke at work - thought i'd offload it on you :)
Key: (couples)
Saturday, January 26, 2008
National Holidays...
This is a slightly rhetorical post - possibly a short one.
Just what is the significance of national holidays (Independence day, Republic day, Gandhi Jayanti etc.) in the present context?
I mean when we were younger I believe we 'celebrated' these with more gusto. And i'm not talking about the forced celebrations in school. Even at home, getting up early on Republic Day was a given as we had to see the parade on TV, the lovely floats and the cool oh-so-awesome fighter jets (They flew over my house in Delhi enroute to Janpath. We would rush outside on hearing their thunderous sound and rush back in to watch them do the fly past in the parade - very very cool).
Independence day though was more subdued as the elements that would appeal to a kid weren't there. However there were usually celebrations in our locality. Unfurling of the flag, a bit of a cultural show, lunch with all uncle aunties around.
Gandhi Jayanti was synonymous with Richard Attenborrough's Gandhi ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gandhi_%28film%29 ) on TV. Mom usually made some interesting lunch too (Incidently, my mom has some specific dishes for special occasions. For example, Diwali is always celebrated with chhole bhature (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chhole_bhature). in my household, Bhai dooj has namkeen sevai etc.
And now these festivals have deteriorated into mere holidays with no connotations attached to them. This morning I found myself flipping channels past the Republic Day parade which was earlier such an important part of the whole 26 January experience. Instead I idly moved to the cricket match in Adelaide, a Bruce Willis sappy movie called 'The Kid', a tennis match re-run etc etc. I stayed on the parade for exactly one minute and as soon as the 'President' got up to give bravery awards, I switched channels. As a kid, especially during the time 'Paramvir Chakra' used to come on TV on Sunday morning (I used to bring out my red plastic rifle while watching it :) ), this award giving ceremony used to be very emotional for me. I used to get moved a lot when they described the supreme sacrifices our soldiers made for us. But now I just casually flipped channels.
Gandhi Jayanti has also deteriorated with a lot of people I know being more worried about the fact that it is a dry day rather than any other reason (No, i'm not talking about me here...jeez, you guys...). 'Preparations' for the day begin a day in advance with friends calling each other up across cities warning them about it being a dry day (Again, NOT me and my friends... YOU shut up), and then adequate liquor is hoarded.
Independence day, I hardly see any celebrations in any colonies nearby - this could also be because I get up so late.
This is not a judgement call, just an observation, but it seems that we're celebrating Christmas and New Years way way more than these National days which are so much more significant in a country with a history like ours.
PS: On an attached note, I have been meaning to read a lot more about our independence struggle ever since I read Shashi Tharoor's 'The Great Indian Novel', but sadly I haven't done it. Seriously, when you read that book you get in awe of the tremendously larger than life leaders we had during those tumultuous days.
And then I look at our present President...
Just what is the significance of national holidays (Independence day, Republic day, Gandhi Jayanti etc.) in the present context?
I mean when we were younger I believe we 'celebrated' these with more gusto. And i'm not talking about the forced celebrations in school. Even at home, getting up early on Republic Day was a given as we had to see the parade on TV, the lovely floats and the cool oh-so-awesome fighter jets (They flew over my house in Delhi enroute to Janpath. We would rush outside on hearing their thunderous sound and rush back in to watch them do the fly past in the parade - very very cool).
Independence day though was more subdued as the elements that would appeal to a kid weren't there. However there were usually celebrations in our locality. Unfurling of the flag, a bit of a cultural show, lunch with all uncle aunties around.
Gandhi Jayanti was synonymous with Richard Attenborrough's Gandhi ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gandhi_%28film%29 ) on TV. Mom usually made some interesting lunch too (Incidently, my mom has some specific dishes for special occasions. For example, Diwali is always celebrated with chhole bhature (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chhole_bhature). in my household, Bhai dooj has namkeen sevai etc.
And now these festivals have deteriorated into mere holidays with no connotations attached to them. This morning I found myself flipping channels past the Republic Day parade which was earlier such an important part of the whole 26 January experience. Instead I idly moved to the cricket match in Adelaide, a Bruce Willis sappy movie called 'The Kid', a tennis match re-run etc etc. I stayed on the parade for exactly one minute and as soon as the 'President' got up to give bravery awards, I switched channels. As a kid, especially during the time 'Paramvir Chakra' used to come on TV on Sunday morning (I used to bring out my red plastic rifle while watching it :) ), this award giving ceremony used to be very emotional for me. I used to get moved a lot when they described the supreme sacrifices our soldiers made for us. But now I just casually flipped channels.
Gandhi Jayanti has also deteriorated with a lot of people I know being more worried about the fact that it is a dry day rather than any other reason (No, i'm not talking about me here...jeez, you guys...). 'Preparations' for the day begin a day in advance with friends calling each other up across cities warning them about it being a dry day (Again, NOT me and my friends... YOU shut up), and then adequate liquor is hoarded.
Independence day, I hardly see any celebrations in any colonies nearby - this could also be because I get up so late.
This is not a judgement call, just an observation, but it seems that we're celebrating Christmas and New Years way way more than these National days which are so much more significant in a country with a history like ours.
PS: On an attached note, I have been meaning to read a lot more about our independence struggle ever since I read Shashi Tharoor's 'The Great Indian Novel', but sadly I haven't done it. Seriously, when you read that book you get in awe of the tremendously larger than life leaders we had during those tumultuous days.
And then I look at our present President...
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Me wants to judge too!! ...
What an absolutely awesome job those two guys have! You know the ones I’m talking about – the bald one with strange spectacles and the one with the goatee and the oh-so-difficult-to-reach-boiling-point. Yes, yes I’m back to watching Roadies on MTv (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV_Roadies ).
Last year we had the most awesome time as everyone around was hooked on the show and watching roadies was a very regular feature every week. Bani (sigh…) was my favourite and many a pitched (verbal) battles were fought in our living room while I defended my damsel’s honour against a bevy of Bani-haters. It was the first time I saw a reality show in its entirety and enjoyed it (Yes, I do not watch chhote ustad, bade ustad, sa, sa re ga ma, sa re ga, sa re ga ma, sa re ga ma pa, sa re ga ma pa dha…unto infinity. And I’m proud of it! ).
Ok, ok coming back to the judge’s job.
To be paid to be sarcastic is such a dream come true for me! Its like getting money for ragging – how cool is that! So you sit infront of the hapless interviewee, go through some crap he/she has written in the hope of getting attention (and hence a spot in the final 13) and then you unload with both barrels on the wet-behind-the-ear-guy who thought, while sitting in his college canteen – surrounded by a bevy of admiring friends, that he had written such clever answers.
Hey, its even better than ragging – here you get a form full of mines and bombs to be used against the rag-ee (er…probably a wrong word, but you get what I mean, don’t you? There, that’s my loyal intelligent readership ). Its heaven. You can take each and every word that the poor chap has written, lace it with oodles of sarcasm and throw it back at him and watch him feel like the biggest idiot on earth!
Its like shooting fish in a barrel, I tell you, just too easy…
And of course, when the pretty girls walk in to give their interviews, emphasis here please, you get their numbers on the form straight away! No effort required to chat them up – the number is just right there! How brilliant is that? Hats off to Raghu who created the show and fixed himself as the permanent judge. I bet his li’l black book is teeming with amazing phone numbers now. Lucky bugger…grrr
And to add to that, you can filter out the chaff by asking personal questions. So you can ensure there’s no goalkeeper (read: boyfriend, husband, parole officer, psychopath stalker etc.) lurking in the background, find out her interests (so you can sound intelligent and interesting atleast on the first date, before your real 'intellect' peeks through)
All in all, what an amazing job to have even though I haven't even spoken about the amazing journeys you make, the adventures you see people do etc etc. I'm sure those two guys had to play a dirty dirty game of office politics to get the job!
Whaaa! I want the job too, please please…somebody help....
Last year we had the most awesome time as everyone around was hooked on the show and watching roadies was a very regular feature every week. Bani (sigh…) was my favourite and many a pitched (verbal) battles were fought in our living room while I defended my damsel’s honour against a bevy of Bani-haters. It was the first time I saw a reality show in its entirety and enjoyed it (Yes, I do not watch chhote ustad, bade ustad, sa, sa re ga ma, sa re ga, sa re ga ma, sa re ga ma pa, sa re ga ma pa dha…unto infinity. And I’m proud of it! ).
Ok, ok coming back to the judge’s job.
To be paid to be sarcastic is such a dream come true for me! Its like getting money for ragging – how cool is that! So you sit infront of the hapless interviewee, go through some crap he/she has written in the hope of getting attention (and hence a spot in the final 13) and then you unload with both barrels on the wet-behind-the-ear-guy who thought, while sitting in his college canteen – surrounded by a bevy of admiring friends, that he had written such clever answers.
Hey, its even better than ragging – here you get a form full of mines and bombs to be used against the rag-ee (er…probably a wrong word, but you get what I mean, don’t you? There, that’s my loyal intelligent readership ). Its heaven. You can take each and every word that the poor chap has written, lace it with oodles of sarcasm and throw it back at him and watch him feel like the biggest idiot on earth!
Its like shooting fish in a barrel, I tell you, just too easy…
And of course, when the pretty girls walk in to give their interviews, emphasis here please, you get their numbers on the form straight away! No effort required to chat them up – the number is just right there! How brilliant is that? Hats off to Raghu who created the show and fixed himself as the permanent judge. I bet his li’l black book is teeming with amazing phone numbers now. Lucky bugger…grrr
And to add to that, you can filter out the chaff by asking personal questions. So you can ensure there’s no goalkeeper (read: boyfriend, husband, parole officer, psychopath stalker etc.) lurking in the background, find out her interests (so you can sound intelligent and interesting atleast on the first date, before your real 'intellect' peeks through)
All in all, what an amazing job to have even though I haven't even spoken about the amazing journeys you make, the adventures you see people do etc etc. I'm sure those two guys had to play a dirty dirty game of office politics to get the job!
Whaaa! I want the job too, please please…somebody help....
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Feverish pace...
I got up on Friday morning shivering and cold, tips of fingers and toes seemed to have gone numb. Wrapping the blanket did nothing to assuage my condition. I was forced to admit the obvious, I was running a pretty high temperature. So after wearing a bunch of sweaters and slipping under the covers again I was faced with a very important decision - To go or not to go (to office)
My super-computerish brain immediately kicked into overdrive (after a slightly sluggish start on account of morning grogginess and high temperature). Doing teraflops of calculations per second I took into account a number of factors: a boring meeting at work, the Strings ( http://www.stringsonline.net/new/index.htm ), Parikrama and Saif Ali Khan concert in the evening, a looming game of tennis on Saturday morning.
On second thoughts, I took less than two seconds to decide that I was too ill to risk missing both these things.
As all DCEites are wont to remember and boast, Strings had their first visit to India when they performed at our festival in 2001 or 2002 (Anyone from DCE who remembers the exact date, please corroborate here). No one had heard Strings before that. (A small history lesson here: Strings started as a group of 4 college guys in 1989, then after 1992 the band disbanded only to be revived again by two from the original four - Faisal Kapadia and Billal Maqsood. And of course after that they came to DCE, mesmerised us with Duur ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHL3jjmHoUg ) and Anjaane ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sw8d4evNqsI ), and the rest, as they say, is history)
So taking the day off, and loading myself with Crocins, I curled up in my bed in the hope that the temperature would go low enough to ensure that I do not miss the concert. Fortunately, and through exquisite timing (I took a crocin exactly two hours before the scheduled time) the temperature was in the normal range.
Driving to Palace grounds in rush hour traffic was obviously a pain, but the anticipation of seeing Strings after so long saw me through (Yeah, I know, i'm not giving any screen time to poor Saif and Parikrama, but well my paisa wasool (value for money [Jeez, is that all the marketing courses I took speaking?]) was to come from Strings. Girls obviously would be more interested in Saif Ali Khan (Well, you got to admit he was playing the guitar quite well, and of course he's extremely good looking for a 40 year old man. So the girls were quite right in screaming for him) and Parikrama is more heavy stuff - Now i've never been the AC DC, Megadeth guy so Parikrama was more of an also ran for me.
But Faisal's voice, the songs that we love and the way they play the crowd. They had us whipping out our cellphones, lighting them up and waving 'em in the air - me amongst the frantic ones. It was awesome. We were singing along, we were trying to be louder than the other sections, we were swaying, we were jumping - it was the most awesome fun ever. Even last years Indian Ocean concert wasn't as much fun. And and and the 'Saare jahan se accha' their lead guitarist played in the end was goosebumps-raising.
Absolutely awesome.
And this morning, after another carefully timed crocin I went to play tennis. Three lovely sets. But am suffering now. The temperature is rising and I spent the entire afternoon curled up under my blanket feeling the extremeties go numb between bouts of shivers. In between I got up and sms-ed to get the score of the India-Australia test match (Didn't have energy to go to the living room and switch on the TV)
I've cancelled tennis tomorrow, but no regrets about yesterday evening and this morning. I will burn with fever, but will have a smile on my flushed face!
PS: If you didn't see Roger Federer vs Janko Tipsarevic (6-7 (5), 7-6 (1), 5-7, 6-1, 10-8) magnum opus - you missed something huge. Watch it if it ever comes on TV - absolutely stunning tennis
PPS: India won at Perth, Aussie ki taisi! Yay!!
My super-computerish brain immediately kicked into overdrive (after a slightly sluggish start on account of morning grogginess and high temperature). Doing teraflops of calculations per second I took into account a number of factors: a boring meeting at work, the Strings ( http://www.stringsonline.net/new/index.htm ), Parikrama and Saif Ali Khan concert in the evening, a looming game of tennis on Saturday morning.
On second thoughts, I took less than two seconds to decide that I was too ill to risk missing both these things.
As all DCEites are wont to remember and boast, Strings had their first visit to India when they performed at our festival in 2001 or 2002 (Anyone from DCE who remembers the exact date, please corroborate here). No one had heard Strings before that. (A small history lesson here: Strings started as a group of 4 college guys in 1989, then after 1992 the band disbanded only to be revived again by two from the original four - Faisal Kapadia and Billal Maqsood. And of course after that they came to DCE, mesmerised us with Duur ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHL3jjmHoUg ) and Anjaane ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sw8d4evNqsI ), and the rest, as they say, is history)
So taking the day off, and loading myself with Crocins, I curled up in my bed in the hope that the temperature would go low enough to ensure that I do not miss the concert. Fortunately, and through exquisite timing (I took a crocin exactly two hours before the scheduled time) the temperature was in the normal range.
Driving to Palace grounds in rush hour traffic was obviously a pain, but the anticipation of seeing Strings after so long saw me through (Yeah, I know, i'm not giving any screen time to poor Saif and Parikrama, but well my paisa wasool (value for money [Jeez, is that all the marketing courses I took speaking?]) was to come from Strings. Girls obviously would be more interested in Saif Ali Khan (Well, you got to admit he was playing the guitar quite well, and of course he's extremely good looking for a 40 year old man. So the girls were quite right in screaming for him) and Parikrama is more heavy stuff - Now i've never been the AC DC, Megadeth guy so Parikrama was more of an also ran for me.
But Faisal's voice, the songs that we love and the way they play the crowd. They had us whipping out our cellphones, lighting them up and waving 'em in the air - me amongst the frantic ones. It was awesome. We were singing along, we were trying to be louder than the other sections, we were swaying, we were jumping - it was the most awesome fun ever. Even last years Indian Ocean concert wasn't as much fun. And and and the 'Saare jahan se accha' their lead guitarist played in the end was goosebumps-raising.
Absolutely awesome.
And this morning, after another carefully timed crocin I went to play tennis. Three lovely sets. But am suffering now. The temperature is rising and I spent the entire afternoon curled up under my blanket feeling the extremeties go numb between bouts of shivers. In between I got up and sms-ed to get the score of the India-Australia test match (Didn't have energy to go to the living room and switch on the TV)
I've cancelled tennis tomorrow, but no regrets about yesterday evening and this morning. I will burn with fever, but will have a smile on my flushed face!
PS: If you didn't see Roger Federer vs Janko Tipsarevic (6-7 (5), 7-6 (1), 5-7, 6-1, 10-8) magnum opus - you missed something huge. Watch it if it ever comes on TV - absolutely stunning tennis
PPS: India won at Perth, Aussie ki taisi! Yay!!
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