Notice

you:
in a place where I can’t see your face
and I never let it get in the way

i:
reassure, reiterate, flailing arms
that if you ask, I am here to stay

Sabbah??? Ready???

I can't believe I have to be at work today. I just want to spend the entire day, counting down to the match. This one. It's going to be hilarious, of course, considering an India-Pakistan match is hardly ever about cricket. But I'm going to make it about cricket as much as I can. Okay, maybe I will allow for some melodramatic conversations with The Saab, who is no doubt going to be flapping all over the television screen, just like me.

Sigh.
Life is beautiful.

Update

Hello.

This is almost a life update thing. In that, I am alive. Also, I don't know what I'm typing. See that's the thing with blogs, you can't use pen and paper. Not that I'd be any the wiser, given a pen and paper situation.

Anyway, this is almost a life update thing, in that I am alive. Entirely made up of antibiotics and nebulisers, but alive. Turns out I have bronchitis and asthma- something that was discovered after hours of not breathing and being taken to a hospital where an amused doctor shoved an oxygen mask in my face and told me so. Like, nyaaaah.

Life changing?
Yes.

My smoking days are over. As are my days of being a mommy to Bonzo and Joey. I have been told that staying alive henceforth will involve getting rid of the cats. I am trying to sound cheerful about it. Fact remains, I am fairly devastated. JP, if you're reading this, please consider taking my babies and giving them a home. Saab, any ideas?

Anyway. More later. Gotta go. Also, if you think nebulisers and oxygen pumps are cool, like I once did, they are not. Hurrah for (erstwhile) lungs.

Bye.

An Ostrich flew over the Boomsa's nest

Mad lovely entertaining delirious evening with Sam and others. Too sleepy to write. Check out pictures, y'all.


The house where Boo lives


"Look, Boomsa! A goose's toeses and a Gautam's noses!"


In conversation, but not quite. Sam and Sharmon.


Happy happy joy joy


Mr. Thomas


The legend in my living room. Again. Sharmon.


Euphoric Tina Moo


Samira


Gautam pulls a KD Lang

May you be the father of a thousand ad campaigns

Don't blame me. It's a country-wide thing. As a country, we would be completely socially inept if we didn't have cricket. It brings us together, it keeps us together, it makes us cool. Well, to us.

So last night, India had a 'social-gathering' moment. Cooped up in our respective mid-week living rooms, we discovered love for friends, acquaintances, loved ones, hated ones, family, relatives (/hated ones)...everyone. Here's the man that brought us together:



Robin decided to debut his new learnings in the fine-leg area at this, a crucial match for a side already suffering from sporadic bouts of memory loss as to what they're supposed to be doing on the field in the first place. And boy, are we glad.

Here's another picture of Robin being, err, congratulated by teammate Yuvraj Singh. I'm willing to bet anything that he's grabbing his boob, though.



Nevermind.

Robin Uthappa, thank you for giving us something to talk about last night. And in true Indian style, may you be the father of a thousand ad campaigns. You know it's going to happen to you.