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Espspcricinfo.com is my daily resource to whet my appetite to keep abreast with what happens in the world of cricket. The Espn site has contributions from writers of all hue, one of my favourites being the ex-Kiwi skipper, Martin Crowe. His writing is as elegant and impactful as his batting in his hey days.  There was this one article which particularly caught my attention. He had written this when Jonathan Trott was struggling during the Ashes series in Australia. During the course of the article he wrote about the facade which sports men or women create to insulate themselves, and how Trott was getting unraveled. The article set me thinking; am I hiding behind a mask? As thoughts swirled in my mind, I began to dwell on the way we all have a mask, a facade behind which we feel secure and pretend. We humans are hypocrites; every one of us, baring none. We all wear masks, although the extent to which we layer ourselves or are aware of them varies. Typically masks are the pe...

Rampaging, trampling, overwhelming, myriad thoughts are Comfortably numb, mind  is Travesty, life is Or is it Mundane, existence is Or is it Material, requirement is Or is it Theist, thought is Or is it Hypocrite, others are Or am I Benevolent, self is Or are they Machinations, Machiavellian Or, were they Presence, right place Or were they Colours, kaleidoscopic Or is it Abounds, Death is Or is it Ravaged, world is Or is it Silent soliloquy numbs, tramples, chokes

Tuesday, 19th December 2006. It was around 430pm. I was in the office. Running between meetings, operational updates and closure of the appraisal process. My cell phone rang.   It was my father-in-law. “It is time.” In about two minutes, I closed out everything I was dealing with.   Once I had taken care of that, I walked up to my boss’s boss, my immediate boss being on leave, and informed that I would be out of office indefinitely. He wished me luck. I scurried back to my desk to set my out of office message, logged off and rushed to the parking lot.   I would have given Dominic Toretto a good run for his money as I rushed headlong into the peak hour traffic on the drive back home. Given that I had just started driving a few months back, it was a bloody miracle that I did not end up in the crematorium.   I brought the car to a screeching halt as I neared my abode, backed up into the parking and rushed inside breathlessly.   I walked into the living room ...

In this blog I will dwell on why alcohol is good for the human populace.  Before going into details, let's be clear: Alcoholism will kill you dead. Drunk driving will kill you, and probably multiple children along the way. There are no medical benefits to chronic drunkenness. For that matter anything in excess is never good.  Try drinking 3 liters of milk every day.  You will end up with so much of calcium in your body that bone joints will get fused. For all the times that booze gets us in trouble, every now and then it acts like a trusted sidekick, coming in to help us out of potentially embarrassing and life-threatening situations in ways we never thought possible. Let us go over six possible arguments on why alcohol is actually good. And I will start with the sixth one and build up to that primary reason why alcohol is the elixir of life. Alcohol makes you invincible: After the fourth or fifth round of drinks, it's not unusual to see some idiot stand up in...

Siddhartha had to allegedly meditate for 49 days under the Bodhi tree to attain Nirvana. 49 days! I will espouse, how, the potent combination of Cannabis Sativa and Psilocybe semilanceata when aided with some good old heavy metal riffs, will help one attain Nirvana, in a matter of hours. Circa 2000. Bangalore. I was still a bachelor, as where the gang of boys I usually used to frequent the movie halls and malls with. Right through the entire week, we would be working our posteriors off. Most of us were in sales and had targets to meet. This hard work and the intense pressure of meeting the sales target was one of the reasons why the weekend was really treasured. We as a group would wait for Friday evening to begin the weekend debauchery. Copious amounts of alcohol would be consumed, we would head bang our locks off to Pantera, Megadeth, Slayer, Anthrax and Judas Priest, eat the greasiest food possible and generally get completely wasted.  I can assure you, this debauchery bei...

A man was walking down the beach. Isolated, nary a soul around. As he waddled down  he spotted a bottle with a cork.  Carefully, he took off the cork.  Poof!  Out came a genie. All of green skin and in pink harem pants with a lot of bling. Very metrosexual!  Happy at being rescued, the genie granted the man one wish. The man said, “All my life I have had this fascination about visiting the moon.  It is difficult for us mortals to get there.  Please build a road which goes from the earth to the moon.” The genie looked at him incredulously and indignantly. With consternation writ large on his face he exclaimed; “Do you even know what you asked for?? Do you understand the logistics and the engineering which would be needed? For heaven’s sake! Both rotate and revolve at the same time!! Ask for something else!!” The man contemplated. Light dawned.  “I have been married for 20 years.  I have never understood women.  Please enlighten me!...