For Gods are human too...

So he made a mistake...So what? At the end of a super fast lap where he was trying to squeeze everything out of the car, seven time world drivers champion Micheal Schumacher braked a fraction too late, oversteered, almost hit the barrier and stalled in the middle of the track. By a complete coincidence, Alonso, who had set a blistering first section time on his last hot lap, happened to be behind the maestro and had to slow down for the yellow flags. He missed his pole, but what the hell, its all part of the game, accidents happen. Thats why they are called that, accidents! But no, the whole world is waiting to accuse Schumi, call him a cheat, a crook, an unscruplous, ruthless automaton. Give him a break man, he's human too. As Jean Todt rightly pointed out, this sets a terrible precedent. The very concept of driver error has been relegated to the sidelines. The only talk is of how Schumacher could make such an error. So its ok if someone else had done it? Or if the affected party was not Alonso? This is simply a publicity gimmick pulled off by Ernie, Mosely, the FIA and all the other lame people looking for a sensational story. What a sad day for Formula One...

P.S. I don't believe one word of what I've written. Why, Schumi, WHY??!

Street Cricket

They say three things are ageless in Chennai. Coffee, Cricket and The Hindu. Cricket, especially of the "street" variety, is something almost every boy in Chennai is almost guaranteed to have played. Read this interesting wiki on street cricket. Almost everything there seemed extremely familiar to me... Enjoy!

Thoughts..

Warning: May not make any sense. Read at your own risk.

I have been wanting to post something for a while now. One part of my brain wants to blog. The rest of it somehow refuses to cooperate. Roughly three weeks of preparation (??!) for the Anna University exams seems to have deadened my mind and senses. It all seems so pointless. I just cannot think. Time has lost meaning. Everything has become relative. I sleep at all odd hours. The actual time doesn't matter anymore. Its kind of like 'displacement' vis-a-vis 'distance' (Shit, look the example, I'm not even sure its relevant...where am I heading?). All that matters is sleep time + seven hours at night(?) or sleep time + one hour any other time of the day! Anyway, the bottomline is that I can't think of anything sensible to write right now. This post is just to tell the world (myself??) that I'm still an active blogger. If you think this whole thing is crap, please read the first line again.

No point bitching I guess. I have to go through it all and will do so, just like I've done five times already, and fairly successfully at that. Just three more to go. I can't wait! And then there are other things waiting after the exams. I think I'll leave those things to later posts, I need something to write don't I?

At the end of 200 odd words, if you still think I'm a loser with nothing better to do, you are free to think whatever you want, its a free country after all. You may even say what you feel wherever you want. Its a free internet after all. I have just four words for you: Read the first line.

Links

You can read "My friend, Mr. Mahajan" by Rajdeep Sardesai here. Rajdeep's blog also makes for interesting reading, check it out here.

Pramod Mahajan: Eulogy

Pramod Mahajan: 1949-2006

Mr. Mahajan, to me, represented the new generation of political leaders, somebody I hoped would one day become Prime Minister. But it was not to be. A tragic end for probably one of the most charismatic politicians in India.

His completely candid and open views on every issue, combined with a naturally eloquent style of speech made for a brilliant orator. He was never one to mince words or fudge issues. His disarming charm and techno-savvy outlook let him 'connect' to people like me, the urban youth. I have to mention his laptop, palm pilot and three cell phones. His Nikes, Ray-Bans and treadmills. He was the architect of 'India Shining'. Of a computerized BJP 'war-room'. Of a new style of SMS campaigning, flash presenations, powerpoints and pagemaker posters. At the end of it all, he was the first to gracefully admit defeat. And take responsibility for it. "If we had won, I would have got the credit for organizing the campaign. It is only fair that I take responsibility for the defeat". He believed in "never say die". A pragmatic politico, he wanted to enjoy politics as a game, and be to Indian politics what Sachin Tendulkar is to Indian cricket. One of the few politicians I had any respect for. A rising career cut short by God's strange plays. May his soul rest in peace.