INDIAN pariwaar LEAGUE – the MODIfied version

All the vital Parliamentary gossips seem to have ceased. IPL is now the real Gamolution. Many  mysteries are unfolded and many are about to. People have switched off television sets, set aside newspaper and upgraded to unlimited broadband plan. Thanks to twitter……the MODIfied version of semi-nude, alcohol-rip, ghar ki kheti IPL has come out with flying colours.

The never-ending list of frauds associated with IPL is heart-rending. Be it income tax jhol, match fixing or even entire tournament fixing, revenue outsourced from  tax havens, violation of International forex rules, involvement of corporate world and complicacies, lack of transparency in its various proceedings, and the best of all, kahani HAR GHAR kii, kahani GHAR GHAR kii. Every bead properly connected might suggest, God knows how many, family trees.

Uhhh…..none can predict what happens next. Let us wait and watch.  

Caught: The Full Story of Corruption in International Cricket

New kid on the blogosphere

A veteran player in the Indian politics, Honourable Mr. Nitish Kumar is blogging now. A noble inception (http://nitishspeaks.blogspot.com/), though it has come up at a time when opposition shall not leave any stone unturned in marketing it as a pre-election stunt. On the contrary, it might help Nitishji in conveying the righteous message of being a janta-friendly head of the State.

His first blog on empowerment of women through Bicycle Yojana has over 100 comments. Contained within are appreciations, suggestions, and yet few constructive, healthy criticisms unlike any legislative body of the country where howling is very much in practice. Followers list has already passed the hundred mark and the coming week onwards, he might have to devote more time on his e-diary given the bulk of comments pouring in every now and then.

Looks like our CM will now be wholly occupied with the welfare of the people. Kudos to the visionary man. Kudos to his candor.             

Can it not rain-lash any sooner?

Hot and cold are relative terms but the gap between them is widening. It’s not the same mercury I felt so far. The seasons are self-adjusting. Several landforms are acting weird. In fact, while we are wiping our face every now and then here in Patna, my relatives have pulled out blankets from their trunks. Thanks to 150 kilometers per hour easterlies, they no longer need to toss Thanda Thanda Powder all over their body. Garmi ne, literally, le li hai sabki.   

I had thought I will study vigorously in this and the coming month. But all that was part of the plan seems to be wasted just like that. Mornings pass away in a click. IPL takes away my evenings and the induced laziness after lunch drives me to siesta in the afternoon. It is indeed the nights that have given me a little relief and lessened the burden off the pile up of syllabus’ charted out right in front of me. Nevertheless, the mound is turning into a mountain as each day passes. What happens next is so foggy unclear to me. Bachao, bachao, bachao……

A Storm for All Seasons: Summer Heat (Book 1)

Relief, finally!!!

Since April 3, I was not able to access my account because of my fond lover who I don’t know but he, better be she, actually likes me a lot. Even after failed permutations over the changed security question, I was able to recover my account. Thanks to Google’s sophisticated approach – supply five most mailed persons of the account and you shall be treated as genuine. Utterly butterly happy.