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Showing posts with label Most Popular. Show all posts

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Zardari requests Hillary Clinton to get him a iPhone when she comes next for a surprise visit to Pakistan!

Islamabad. In the backdrop of Osama killing in Pakistan, US secretary of state Hillary Clinton made a surprise visit of Islamabad last week to discuss America's concerns over terrorism with Pakistan. While the world remains at sea with Pakistan's role in the so called War-On-Terror and its possibility of getting declared a terrorist state, Pakistan president Asif Ali Zardari seems to have a personal agenda of his own.


" Ya ya ya. War on terror, terrorists, Osama, Obama, LeT, JUD, Musharraf, Sharif, India, China, Abbottabad, Islamabad, state actors, non-state actors all that will go on and on. What Pakistan needs at the moment is a little boost on the technology front. Cutting the chase, actually I have been fostering this dream of owning a iPhone for quite some time now. My chief of staff tells me that one can get a iPhone for quite less in US, so I have requested Hillu to get one for me whenever she plans to surprise visit us next,"said Zardari who bought his last phone Nokia 1100 at 10% discount on becoming the president.


It is to be noted that the latest phone to hit the Pakistani market is MotoRazr so one understands Zardari's decision to stamp his authority through acquiring an iPhone. Although Zardari had been once gifted a iPhone in the form of a surprise package dropped at his doorstep but he burnt the handset owing to its logo of a chewed apple, thinking it to be a sick joke from RAW.


" I know getting iPhone from US could pose some jailbreak problem. But then you can ask any living soul on the face of the earth about the country which has the expertise in jailbreak area, it is us! Besides it will give me an opportunity to be always on-the-go," said a winking Zardari who uses 'iPhone' and 'iPad' interchangeably in his conversations. That last statement caused anxiety and worry in the Obama administration which has already been through a painful ordeal of chasing Osama bin Laden for almost a decade.


Zardari before receiving the
confirmation for iPhone.
" We acknowledge receiving a iPhone request from the Pakistani president. Although the Congress has opposed the idea but we have decided to meet Pakistan's demands with this one as well," said the US state department spokesperson confirming receiving the request.


No sooner was this announcement made by the US, the Pakistani nation went into a celebration mode, swamping the streets with burning placards of Nokia 1100. Singing and dancing they celebrated the single biggest achievement in the political career of their president. The entire political caravan including the likes of Dawood reached the president's 1BHK mansion with a crate of half a dozen apples in a show of appreciation.


Zardari after receiving the
confirmation for iPhone.
Completely over the cloud, Zardari was short of breath as he said," This accomplishment marks a historical day for Pakistan. I appreciate the graciousness showed by the US. They even went out of their way to ask me if I wanted iPhone 3 or 4 ? Ha Ha Ha.. But I turned down their offer gracefully saying what will I do with so many iPhones. One is enough for me." Zardari paused to count the number of apples in the crate and continued, " Looks like our relationship with America dates back to stone age. In fact my secretary has just informed me that US has even sent me some list and I can bet my bottom dollar that it would be the list of tariff plans for me to choose from as I had also asked for an AT&T connection."


So while the entire Pakistani nation wait for their president to wake up to the alarm tone of iPhone and save the country, one thing is for sure: If you don't have an iPhone, well, you don't have an iPhone!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

On a Train of Thoughts with a one-way Ticket to Hell!!






Today I am going to talk to your soul. Yes. I’ll talk to a deeply disturbed soul which must frequently have undergone the horrors of travelling in an Indian train. I’m sure, when you finish reading this piece of writing, you’ll end up satisfied and relieved, realizing that you are not the only one who has suffered. Let’s see if the trains of our thoughts collide.

Where It All Begins: Since you are going to read about Indian trains for the next hundred lines, so why not start with this very important place. The platform. It is to a train what nose is to Himesh Reshammiya. If you have ever been outside the Indian subcontinent, then the sight of an Indian railway platform will suck all your patriotism. And it’s not going to help even more if the platform in question belongs to UP or Bihar, because then not only will you watch a free-for-all show of Slumdog Millionaire, but also you’ll be amazed to see the number of shapes and colours that human faeces could be in.

Getting In: If there is a woman involved in the travelling group, then within minutes of the start of journey, you’ll witness Tupperware utensils all over the compartment. The pooris are out and so are the pickles, and all of a sudden you get a feeling as if you are sitting around some stranger’s dining table. You would really prefer a root canal than being there. And don’t they really test your patience when they offer you to join them? Aren’t these the same people who counsel their children not to eat anything a stranger offers?



The Old Brigade: Your worst nightmare comes true when you are surrounded by old people in your compartment. Following are their typical irritating characteristics:

A) Old people are very good at initiating a conversation even though they are as welcomed by you as gay Jews in Nazi Germany. The chit-chat will invariably lead to discussions about the ills prevailing in the society, and the measures which these old jerks think need to be taken. Sooner or later, politics will be thrown into the mix and you have an entire unique show of News Hour minus Arnab on your hands.

B) If in case you missed out on the menu while the food was being served, these old nutjobs will ensure you realise the menu with their very frequent and noisy belches. If you haven't already smashed your head against the window grill , then let the clock strike twelve and you get an unpleasant menu reminder in the form of farts. It has always amazed me why old people don’t feel ashamed of farting in public. Age can do some really weird things you see.

C) Cellphone: That’s a killer isn’t it? Starting from forgetting to put the phone in silent mode to yelling at high pitches, a cellphone, according to me is one single machinery which is crying to be smashed. By the time your painful journey ends, you would probably have been well-acquainted with all the relatives of the people in your compartment inside out.

D) Did you ever have the privilege of experiencing an oldie complaining about the AC being too cold and therefore getting it switched off ? Oh, for the love of God!! You will wish if your hand was a Thor’s hammer so you could smash that oldie’s empty hollow cranium and feed his bone marrow to a pig.

E) Early to bed and early to rise. I know you have never followed this but you wouldn’t have realized how others following it could become such a pain in the ass for you. All your celebrations of getting a lower berth will be slashed to naught when the oldie decides to get down from his upper/middle berth at five in the morning and demand from you a parking place for his hips. It is then that you feel like putting the oldie in a casket and start bench pressing with it.

F) Then there will be this one oldie who will be sitting at the window with a knife in his hand like a monkey, buying all fruits on offer and gulping them, making you think that the evolution of humans from apes could really have been skipped.

G) If you have surpassed all of the above disasters and feeling at the top of the world then just remember that the oldie has not yet taken his shoes off. There is not enough voltage in the world that can now electroshock you back into coherence.

The Trick: No. We are not talking about anyone turning tricks inside a train, not that it doesn’t happen, but tell me what is the first thing you check after getting a train ticket? An upper berth? Lower berth? No. That comes second. First thing that you check is the berth number because, that in turn will foresee the enjoyment quotient for the rest of your journey. The further away you are from the washroom, the higher are the chances you will come out of that train breathing normal. Now you might wonder, if just sitting close to a washroom can be so catastrophic, then how does a personuse one. I’ll help you out. Keep your eyes and ears open and noses closed. Be on a lookout for any chick going to the washroom and you enter as soon as she leaves. With all the perfumed toiletries that they use, you will indeed enjoy using the washroom immediately after them.

The Lowly Struggle: Now as sun starts setting in, pulses of those old plus fat ladies start racing. Of course they have been allotted the upper berth which has started looking like a Mt Everest to them. So now the begging session starts, in which you will be convinced of your youth and fitness, so much so that you’d like to get an admission to college once again. In return goes your lower berth.

The Test: Your train compartment, no matter how filthy and stinky it is, turns into a high testosterone area if you are an unmarried person, and you happen to have a newly-wed couple next to you. Really!! It’s a test. A test so testing that even Sita would have floundered. Your heart pumps and pupils dilate on each and every move, no matter how normal, the couple makes. First time in your life you realize the significance of having a 6/6 vision.

Money vs Masculinity: Whenever the fairer sex complains of inequality between men and women, they don’t realize the trauma we men undergo when a bunch of eunuchs get into the train. We men have tried everything, from faking sleep to hiding inside the washrooms but there is no escaping. Some even went to the extent of faking their own sexual orientation. Now don’t even get me started on what they do to you if you refuse to pay them. Arre Mere Raja…

The Luggage Family: I swear to God that I am going to change my name to Ravindra Jadeja if this one never happened to you. A long train trip is incomplete without that one family which jumps into the train with so much luggage, as if the entirecontinent has got a job transfer. They come like a storm and start jamming in their luggage not just under their berth but at times even to the adjoining compartments. Not to mention, you’re not going to find your footwear when your urinary bladder is about to break the Hooke’s law of elasticity.

The Chaiwala Tragedy: Believe me, it is nothing short of a tragedy. A tragedy so tragic that even Jalliawala will appear a celebration of peace. Just imagine a situation when you haven’t got sleep all night because of some/all of the factors mentioned above, it’s almost dawn and you are finally getting some sleep and BANG! You hear a loud cry piercing your eardrums ‘Chai‘. Oh, the humanity! Nothing can top that. Or wait a minute! How about if you are not even a Chai-drinker?

This article was first published by me on News That Matters Not. Here is the Link

A Face-off with Facebook !!



I did some calculations with my Facebook account, and you got to believe them, irrespective of the fact that at school, I seldom proceeded beyond the first two steps of Mathematical Induction. Here they are:

Number of Friends = 420 (Gee.. Somehow that number always clings to me, but that has nothing to do with my persona.)
Number of friends whom I have actually seen = 331
Number of friends whom I have ever spoken with (including chat) = 309
Number of friends whose whereabouts I am aware of = 009
Number of friends whose relationship status I am aware of = 009
Number of friends who are actually my friends = 009

As you can observe from this, the number of people in my so-called “friends list”, who are actually my friends, is 9. So what about the other 411 people? We surely don’t need ACP Pradyuman for that? Here is a list of purposes that those other 411 people serve after attaching themselves to me as a blood-sucking parasite:

To serve you the weather report of some unheard-of US town: There are times when I feel very low and depressed in life. Then I open Facebook, and see some losers telling in their status updates, how much it snowed in California or when has the sun came out in New Jersey. Now I may be way, way off here, but I cannot recall any situation in my life where I could have told myself: “Gee.. If I could somehow know whether it is humid in Boston today or not, it would be really helpful!” Meanwhile, let me also say that if you’re going to post something about Thanksgiving Day either, I give you a “no thanks” for that info.

Virus-like people using virus-infected apps: I never understood what does ‘A new fortune cookie has been delivered to you’means. Believe me. Is it really Bejan Daruwalla sending that to you or is it some kind of a confectionery item delivered at your doorstep. No clue. And that we have a plethora of these, doesn’t help either: ‘Know your Latin name’, ‘Know the meaning of your name’, ‘Find your life path number’, ‘Which Egyptian god/goddess are you?’ , ‘Farmville Updates‘. Unbelievable. Absolutely shocking. I mean, tell me, how does it help to know my Latin name. Will it make my life any less miserable? Will it make me more likable? Will the auto-wala stop charging me owing to my Egyptian god/goddess name? The process of evolution clearly seems to have bypassed some people!

To irritate you with their selection of profile pics: I did some calculations on this one as well. Out of 289 males in my friends list, 281 of them could be seen wearing sunglasses in their profile pic. In fact I have this open challenge — if, say,  FB bans pics with sunglasses, you’ll find 99% of the guys in your list have changed their profile pic to that of an actor or a sportsman or even to a sports car/bike. 
Remember that timid boy from your school days who was slow at everything and whom you and your gang fondly called fattu? Well, just check out his FB profile pic now, you’ll see him posing as a tough gangster (of course with the sunglasses on) and now he doesn’t even give a second thought about setting the “Looking For” field of his profile to “Dating”.
Then there are those who put their childhood pic, trying to score brownie points with girls who will come drooling over with their customary “Cho Chweet” remarks. How long do they want to take undue advantage of the fact that they looked cute as a kid? It’s time for a face-off. Agreed, that most of the females they were wooing will disappear on seeing their new avatar, but then they were going to disappear after meeting in person for the first time anyway.
Also there are people who put that pic which was taken in a studio, you know, the passport size photo with a red or blue background. Then there are those who put a pic capturing only their torso, as if people worldwide will request them, “Please show the remaining part of your body. We are literally dying here with anxiety.” And God forbid, if some son of a gun has got himself a well-toned body, he is sure to make full use of it by throwing a tattoo somewhere in the mix, as if gals will start tearing their clothes looking at his pic. Remaining are those poor chaps who neither have a beautiful face nor an interesting idea, so they simply write their name in such a stylish fashion which nobody can decipher.

To wish everybody who was born, a very happy birthday: This might give you an impression of me being a total nutjob, but I have even done a calculation on this. If it was not for FB, people wouldn’t get even 99.3% of the birthday wishes. This one is specifically for that one person who is sure to be there in everybody’s friends list who doesn’t get tired of wishing everybody on their birthdays. And since both the parties are there on your friends list, you are sure to receive the notification ‘So-and-so wished so-and-so on his/her birthday’. Not only will this irritate you but also will make you feel guilty. And the worst part is that the persons wishing a happy birthday do not even type the message themselves, instead they copy-paste the earlier message from the wall and the birthday boy/gal copies-pastes a standard reply to all of the messages. Now that’s one wish-thanks combination straight from the heart.

To perspire you with their inspirational status messages: What’s the deal with those people who put status messages like “Be the best or nothing”. What are they best at? Facebooking? Setting inspirational status messages? The least that they could do to motivate us is mention the art that they have mastered. Also there is this real dull and sluggish kind of guy you know, saying “Life is really short to waste! Enjoy each n every moment.” Now that kind of a status message from that kind of a guy is sure to cheer you up. Give me a break!

To agonize you with notifications: Almost every week, one of these random 411 strangers-cum-friends will tag you in some weird unrelated pic and the next thing you know is that for the next one week you will be agonized by constant notifications as the remaining 410 pinheads start thanking that one pinhead who took that lovely initiative. “Thanx for tagging, sweet!” “♥ Love u!!! Nice pic! ♥”

To remind you of the ever-dropping girl-to-boy ratio in our country: If a girl says on FB, “I made a mistake”, then hundreds of FB-heroes pounce upon her, asking ‘What happened?’ ,‘Regarding?’. Some of them do so, fancying their chances, believing the girl might be wanting to come out of a bad relationship. The entire melodrama comes to a screeching end, when the girl discloses her mistake: “I believed TOI movie review and watched No Problem.” On the contrary, these same FB-heroes enter a coma if a guy even posts “I think that’s it. I am going to end my life today.“

Those killer Must-Watch videos: If you are an Indian then you must watch this, if you love your mother/father then you must watch this, and the stupidity goes on and on and on and on. Now if sharing a stupid video on the behest of a stranger is the yardstick to judge love and patriotism, then mankind is definitely heading towards stone age. How about If you are a jobless jerk then you must watch this. Folly has no end to it. Really!!

Strangers suggesting friends for you: This is the last thing that we need, isn’t it? A stranger suggesting friends for you. Next will be a stranger suggesting a father for you. They even have aFriend Finder for you. Maybe those hundreds of people who call me brainsick are correct, but unless you are Ijaz Butt, you don’t need a stranger or a software to suggest/find friends for you. And please, in the name of God, will anyone explain me the exact usage of that Poke feature?

Well, no matter how much I crib and how much you laugh, Facebook continues to be an incredibly trusted friend which makes us feel important and well-liked amongst a large group of people we don’t even care for and who can’t even recall our name.

P.S. Attention! It’s a public warning. You are going to get flooded by FB notifications about people changing their profile pics. And believe me, no one is suggesting you friends any time soon.

P.P.S. Very much like my previous write-ups even this one doesn’t make sense. You are more than welcome to request the editor to create a new section specifically for me: Views That Matter Not.

This article was first published by me on News That Matters Not. Here is the Link

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Let’s eat cricket! — Indian Cricketers for Dinner Tonight!!



In a nation where we so often use the expression Eat Cricket, Drink Cricket and Sleep Cricket, did you ever try to take it too literally and relate our beloved cricketers to our Indian delicacies? Let’s try to identify an Indian dish which could match each of our current crop of Indian cricketers.
Was it my mistake that I wasn't given polio drops on time
Ashish Nehra <—> Naan
Like a naan, Nehra is not good for very long. No wonder, he is not picked for Test cricket despite being impressive in the limited-overs format. (Let us assume that this post was written before that India vs SA World Cup encounter where the security guards had to stop the South Africans who were adamant on awarding the Man of the Match award to Nehra for winning it for them single-handedly.)
Not only does this polio-infected bowler need a physique befitting a pace bowler but also a chisel and hammer to end his smile. Specially at times, he smiles after getting smashed for a boundary as if his face will be put on currency notes. The quality of his fielding is comparable only to the quality of the food packets air-dropped in third world countries. Being as unreliable as Chinese goods, Dhoni must always be chilled to the marrow when he would see Mr Glass (of the Unbreakable fame) running to bowl. But for that 6 for 23 against England in WC 2003, watching Nehra playing for the national side has been as embarrassing as shopping for an enema kit.
Gambhir <—> Pickle
You make the mistake of under-estimating it and the next thing you know is your bowel movements get elbowed-out next morning. Ravi Shastri may blow his lungs out shouting that Gambhir is the best player of spin in India, but what interests me is the guts that this tiny southpaw has. Just imagine a 250 gm body elbowing-out Watson and Ma-Behen-ing Afridi ! He gets a thumbs-up from me just for being a man! Attaboy!
Sehwag <—> Chicken Leg Piece
Everybody is ready with their forks out on the first appearance of a chicken leg piece. Similarly, all of the opposition players come to action when Sehwag comes out to bat. Unfortunately, as is with a leg piece’s appearance on the eating table, Sehwag’s presence at the crease too is short-lived, nevertheless entertaining. A bowler could for once ignore blood in his urine but cannot just ignore the impact that Sehwag could have on a match. And what would hurt opposition most is that he goes about his batting like a relieved nightingale. Bowlers to Sehwag are like those Ethiopian slaves that Cleopatra used to push around. During his triple at Multan, Shoaib Akhtar almost became Late Shoaib Akhtar but somehow saved himself from appearing in the next day’s obituary column. Always inclined to a long dialogue with the umpires accompanied with laughter, I wonder what Sehwag always has to say to them. But Sehwag is of paramount importance to our team and if you don’t believe me then go and ask any of the opposition captains, “Which player causes them constipation on the eve of a big match against India?”
Has he matured?
Yuvraj <—> Aloo Paratha (Shudh Desi Ghee)
With a half-acre ass, he could easily start advertising now for Desi Ghee instead of Revital. On a serious note though, after more than a decade of international cricket the lousy prince has finally matured. But all said and done, the one thing that Yuvi has in heaping measures, is natural talent.
No, he hasn't!
FYI, when it comes to Bollywood divas, he matured into a Caligula long back. If this helps, then Hansika Motwani featured as a child artist in Koi Mil Gaya three years after Yuvi made his ODI debut and look at her now. Food for thought, huh?
Raina <—> Ras Malai
A must-have at the end, God’s gift to the gastric juices. Relished by everybody after meals (ODIs), but you can’t take Ras Malai as your meal (Tests), can you? Sensational fielder and a delight to watch while batting. Although it seemed for a while, that too much hair mousse got into his head but he will be okay. He is a Good Boy!
Dravid <—> Khichdi/Curd-Rice
You need it when you are not doing well. Of course you can have all the Aloo-Parathas and the Ras Malais when you are doing well. An embodiment of the I-Will-See-You-Through-This spirit, this twenty-minute egg is clearly the most unfortunate cricketer to have played the game. Starting from his first Test match, when his fine knock of 95 was overshadowed by Ganguly’s maiden hundred, Dravid has always been overlooked in both Tests and ODIs, thanks to Sachin and Sourav. He has been overlooked so much in his cricketing career that it’s difficult to believe that people call him The Wall. Darn! You don’t overlook a wall! Be as it may, I would kill to watch his on-drive.
Munaf <—> Phate Dudh Ki Chai (Sorry, but I couldn’t think of anything more worthy)
My personal favorite. Whenever I see him, I get into fits of laughter-therapy-like laughter (Remember Dr Asthana of the Munna Bhai MBBS fame?). Dull as a butter knife, I am yet to see a more disinterested cricketer in life. Watching him is becoming more painful than undergoing the proverbial three-finger rectal examination. The way he carries himself on the field, he needs a discrete psychologist more than a good bowling coach. He seems to hate cricket so much that he wouldn’t touch a cricket ball from a ten-feet pole. I am sure, he wouldn’t enter the cricket field until Dhoni shouts Ja Khelne Ja. And then comes out “The Smiling Assassin”, as cheerful as a plane crash, on most occasions not even caring to wear a cap. Always several days away from shave, he almost always manages to look like a stool sample. Moreover, he was introduced into the team on the recommendation of Venkatesh Prasad, which in itself is an excellent reason not to pick him. If it was not for that, he would be selling his organs to earn a living. Well, he hasn’t let Venky down. Very much like him, Munaf also bowls five slow balls and the sixth even slower.
The last time he donned a hat!
Whenever I see Munaf, I start imagining the following scenario: When the team meeting for a very important upcoming match concludes and everybody gets up to leave the room, all of a sudden, Dhoni is reminded of a labourer-like man who is also present among them and says ‘Arre Bhai, iska kya karna hai ? Iske over kaun phekega?’
That's how Dhoni and our country are carrying Munaf
Sometimes it becomes difficult to decide which is worse—his batting or bowling. To say that he is a pace bowler is like sugar-coating hell. He bats as if he is brushing off a mosquito from his clothes. On getting bowled, he makes it look like an accident. Jokes apart, let us give it to him for being the Jonty Rhodes of India, after all he also just plays in the side for his fielding, which by the way doesn’t look too different from a high school girl flapping around in her frock. I am sure that Dhoni would have tried his best to make Munaf bowl like a pace bowler, but to change a severely damaged human being like Munaf is not a mean task. Dhoni could as well try chloroform and a rope next. In my view, we have already seen sufficient of Munaf to long a last time.
Shoaib Akhtar finally meeting his dad
Sachin <—> Water
One for all seasons, you grew up witnessing its importance till it became a part of your daily lifestyle. Sitting on the cloud of runs with a rainbow of records around his shoulders, Sachin succeeds in soothing the tremors of a billion plus people. Majority of the media channels take cricketers’ interviews to ask just one question and they ask that one question just to listen to this one answer “Of course Sachin is my favorite cricketer and the best batsman in the world!” According to me, Sachin could be blamed for making a billion plus people forget/overlook all their personal shortcomings and failures in life and enjoy his success as their own. But make no mistake that the prospects of winning this World Cup has turned out to be the new wick in this old flame.
Dhoni <—> ButterMilk (Chaach)
We hope that won't be necessary, Dhoni!
You can’t digest all the Naans and the Chicken without buttermilk, can you? Mostly renowned for playing attacking shots only in TV ads, Dhoni also holds the record of being spoken about, maximum number of times, by cricket commentators with words “We all know how destructive he could be“. But we must not forget that when you are handling useless pustules like Nehra and Munaf, then anything short of entering a coma is perfectly acceptable. For Dhoni, Munaf and Nehra represent the ultimate devil-and-deep-blue-sea choice. However after watching the latest PSPO fans ad, Dhoni entered from the list of my favorite sportsmen to the list of cheesy people I would like to burn alive and dance on their pyre (like Rakhi Sawant, Rahul Mahajan, etc) with the speed of a tracer bullet.
By the way, Dhoni also single-handedly molested the entire country mentally by picking Ravindra Jadeja time and time again until Jadeja himself confessed that he is not a cricketer. Only Dhoni knew what Jadeja brings to the table other than an entire cricketing career of abject failure.
Virat Kohli <—> Salad Dressing
Style Bhai of our team. Immense talent combined with the over-confidence of a typical Delhite. Seeing the number of tattoos on his body it becomes very hard to believe that he is not suffering from a short term memory loss. But the good news for team India is that off-late, his attitude has improved, although he still occasionally throws the oppositions’ mothers and sisters in the mix. Slowly but surely he is beginning to hit all the checkboxes in my list of a good batsman.
Yusuf Pathan <—> Extra Pav
One gets a feeling that he chokeslams Dhoni into selecting him in the side!
He is like the extra pav that we ask for, after the first round ofpav-bhaji. His role in the Indian team is that of an extrabatsman, who in most cases is not needed and when needed then has no role to play. With his Orangutan-like looks, he could indeed be, in the words of the biggest optimist in India (Ravi Shahstri), very destructive. But then, for Yusuf to bedestructive, there need to be just too many favorable conditions. Innocent firangi spinners (whom Yusuf could molest at will) tops the list. Off-late his stay at the crease is only exceeded by the time a low-esteemed Indian takes to upload snow-fall pics on landing in US.
Bhajji <—> Panipuri (Golgappa)
Bhajji giving Rohit Sharma something that he hasn't given a cricket ball for ages, Flight !
Sounds threatening but is all air inside. He could easily be the most over-rated Indian cricketer in the last couple of years. My thoughts have also been echoed umpteen number of times by Bishen Singh Bedi, so much so that he almost developed an autistic disorder trying to belittle Bhajji by saying that Sehwag is the best off-spinner in the country. According to me, there is just one thing that Bhajji needs, and that is the same kick at the back (of course differently) that was given to Yuvi and Zak, making them make comebacks as greatly-improved cricketers. But if only he was not a close buddy of Dhoni….
Sreesanth <—> Guntur Chicken
Very spicy and chilly but too little on the performance front. The after-effects are realized the next morning which is analogous to what happens in the match referee room after a match featuring Sreesanth.
Human evolution clearly seems to have bypassed someone!
VRV to Sree : What exactly were you thinking while inquiring time from Bhajji at 12 midnight?









By the way, did you ever imagine what his kids will think when they will see the video clip of their daddy crying after being slapped by Bhajji?!
Ravindra Jadeja <—> Radish Salad
Person who makes the folly of picking out radish, stinks! Believe me, Dhoni would vouch for that after almost having lost his captaincy thanks to Jadeja. But for a prescription mix-up, what could possibly make Dhoni see anything special in Jadeja. Some even started speculating this male bonding from different angles. Ever since Jadeja made himself scarce, cricket has definitely become a better game. He would always be remembered as a useless, God-help-us-ish cricketer because of whom the Indian team always ended up looking like corpses waiting to be sent back to their graves. But I guess he deserves some credit for bringing unity in our country, after all when was the last time you witnessed all the Indians agreeing on one cricket opinion while watching cricket, which is ‘Iski Dash Ka…’
Zaheer Khan <—> Tadka (On the Dal)
You realise its importance only during its absence. After getting a kick on the back once, Zak has returned with a bang and according to me, and I know I could be taken to the cleaners for saying this, he is THE most important player in our team right now. Yes, you read it right. He is the most important player. More important than even Sachin!
VVS Laxman <—> Maggi
Like Maggi is a lifesaver for most of us throughout our lifetime, so is Laxman when it comes to cricket. Ask Australians, who have been spanked like a pornstar by Laxman. The way he is picked only for difficult tours and then conveniently dropped for ODIs, it should be BCCI who should be called VVS, Very Very Selfish.
With IPL starting in a week’s time from the day of World Cup final, the cricket circus will continue. People will continue to crowd the stadiums like the Black Hole of Calcutta. Cheerleaders will dominate the matches more than the cricketers and the game itself. Some known and other unknown players will again be bought and sold next year, with the businessmen feasting at the expense of the game. But what could get buried unnoticed in this hoopla will be a dream of the favorite son of India. Friends, lets just wish our team the best of luck to win the World Cup this time for SACHIN TENDULKAR. Even though it might look like a script straight out of the Yash Raj Production house, but so was the Sharjah-Sandstorm knock from Sachin. Wasn’t it?
By the way, since we spoke of IPL, any guesses which dish befits Uthappa?
P.S. You are requested to ignore the fact that the author, as untalented and incompetent as he is, is trying to use the cricket fever that has covered the nation to his advantage and get some quick hits. That point about winning the cup for Sachin was an emotional masterstroke, wasn’t it?
P.P.S. It wouldn’t kill to write a similar article for Pakistani cricketers, what say?
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Karunanidhi to do a Prison Break to rescue Kanimozhi from Tihar jail


New Delhi. If sources are to be believed then India is all set to witness its own real life version of the Prison Break. This time it will be the DMK head Karunanidhi who will do a Scofield to help his daughter and Rajya Sabha MP Kanimozhi escape from the Tihar Jail. 
It should be noted that Prison Break was a famous American TV serial drama in whichScofield rescues his brother out of a prison by staging a bank robbery and getting himself to be arrested and sent to the same prison where his brother has been held until execution on false charges.
Fearing that the option of staging a bank robbery might turn out to be a process in futility as the country’s treasury has already been robbed off with the 2G scam, Karunanidhi is planning to stage a robbery of Rahul Gandhi’s most cherished possession of Italian actress Monica Bellucci’s original pic signed by her.
Inside the jail, Kani has already been informed of the plan.
“Due to lack of court date on Sunday, Kani was relaxing in her cell flipping between Sun and Kalaignar TV while dunking Parle-G biscuits in tea, when she got a visitor. Immediately after she was allegedly told about the plan, I saw her secretly summoning her neighboring cell-mates Madhuri Gupta and Sonu Punjaban,” said the jail warden who was later suspended for allegedly humming the Raja Ko Rani Se Pyaar Ho Gayatune.
Karunanidhi set to do a Prison Break
Karunanidhi is reported to have smiled
over the idea after being glum for many
days over the election defeat and
arrest of his daughter.
The suspended warden claims that Kani has finalized the role assignment for the escape job on the big day. Madhuri Gupta will grab the role of spying on the prison faculties and Sonu Punjaban will get the job of accepting money from Kani and arranging for the necessary resources.
At one stage Kani had even included Kalmadi, currently residing in Jail number 4 to provide the logistics for the escape but later he was eased out from the plan. It is believed that the pole-vault that Kalmadi procured for prison break, at five times the market price, turned out to be of a very low quality and broke as soon as they tried to jump off in the trial escape.
A senior DMK leader, on condition of anonymity told Faking News, “Kalaignar is confident of pulling this off as much as he is confident of winning the next assembly elections. Besides, compared to the Scofield, Kalaignar has a larger surface area to offer for the tattoo. In fact we are even planning to use the extra area to add the route map of the Tihar Jail canteen where Kalaignar can have his favorite sambar rice and curd in the mid of escape if the glucose levels go down.”
Since the rescue-plan has already been leaked, Delhi police is under tremendous pressure to prevent the successful execution of the plan. Savdhaan Singh, senior inspector at the Tihar jail said, “All the security guards have been given a month leave to watch closely all the episodes of How I Met Your Mother.”
Later, it was found out that a little “oversight” on the part of jail intelligence agencies had caused this goof-up between the television series.
And just in case jail authorities succeed in watching the right series, there is a back-up plan.
“In event of failure, Appa has planned to come out with the truth and name all the big guns involved in the scam. The government could then be forced to ask Supreme Court, which is currently driving the CBI to probe the 2G scam, to stop interfering in the powers of the executive and let the law take its own course,” the DMK source revealed.

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