The Blue Billion is thankfully back to square one with it's prodigal eleven sequestered in undisclosed safe houses with black cats and other creatures of voodoo significance prowling the nights around them.Bob Woolmer was killed by either the mafia, the bookies or a particularly irate fan. Or so the speculations go. Greg Chappell is still alive so it rules out the irate fan. And we have enough of them. The demand for donkeys has sky rocketed in Bihar and it's hard to imagine that they'll ever run out of donkeys. And the coach's existence also brings about the lack of bookie or mafia involvement. Which means what we all have suspected for quite a while is true - that sachin, sehwag and the rest of the nitwits no longer have it in them to play cricket.
Now that we've established that why are their ads still running on TV and in print. Especially that disgusting one where Sachin lends his voice to Reliance to read out the score. Now of all the things about the man, the last thing I want to be exposed to is his voice. And if I were him I wouldn't want my voice to be heard reading out Bangladeshi scores as they plant their flag deep in the arena of international cricket.
Cricket fever is finally gone and the Supreme Court has squashed Arjun Singh's grand plans. Amidst riotous revelry is an irate idiot of a HRD minister and the Left front claiming the SC's questioning of the 1938 demographic statistics was irrelevant.
Our dear Health Minister has been shown a moonie by the courts too. And if there's one thing the Times of India has done right it's that the only thing missing from their file photo of Anbu to complete the picture are a couple of horns and a forked tail. About time. Not that AIIMS is running wonderfully well but the last thing it needs some some cretin like Anbu rushing in with a spanner to throw into the works.
Forseen circumstances are forcing me to stop now and give up control of the laptop. Adios.
Summer is here by the way.
