This sucks!

This morning after my newly formulated everyday morning fitness oriented routine, I came back home to realize that my day had just begun. Though I was happy on one side, the thought that I had to go all the way to Chepauk to get tickets for the Super Kings-Royals game was haunting me. The daunting task of traveling in a climate that is hotter than how hot hot can be, the walk to the railway station, the train journey, the queue to buy the tickets all combined to give me a feeling that only the sight of Oojah winning the Champions league has given to me before. Anyhoo, it was my turn to get tickets for fai cozy and I had no other choice but to oblige. Not only that I had to show some form of gratitude etc etc.

So a friend of mine and I left at around 10 o’clock in search of 8 ‘B’ stand tickets with the hope that it wouldn’t take us much time to get the frikkin tickets and get back home. We reached the stadium in 10 minutes and were at the counter in another five. There we heard about the new rule that only two tickets were to be sold to a single person and that the queue wasn’t circular. We had to buy 8 tickets though. Thankfully we found a college mate of mine who, thanks to his ‘The Great Khali’ like appearance was easily identifiable. So we had enough man power to buy 6 tickets. And that was about it. As we couldn’t find any other jobless/brainless/witless/numb-skulled bloke who’d try and help us out of this sucky mess, we were able to get only 6 tickets.

Okay fine, we got the tickets. Great! Yay! But now the second part of the problem. Our hunt to find the original jersey of the Chennai Super Kings was still on. We wanted to get it somehow before the season ended. A blind friend of mine told me that there was a shop about a km away in which he had seen the display of the particular jersey which we wanted. I completely forgot the fact that he was blind and blindly listened to the directions which he gave me and found the destination single handedly. I must tell you it was one long walk. The sun was beating down upon us as though we were the only thing that it could see. We hanged in there just for the fact that we possibly might end up with the jersey. And damn! We go in there for a bald non-tamil speaking mongoose to point at some random yellow cloth claiming it to be a Super Kings jersey. Without a reaction we left the shop terribly irritated to pursue with our search for ‘The Yellow Jersey’. We then went to another shop to find that the shop was closed all the time but for a few seconds on the 29th of February. Can’t blame them, our timing was just bad. We totally forgot to check out the date. That was about it. We couldn’t take any more of this shit. And we left in search of the train which would take us back home.

To hell with ‘B’ stand. To hell with the policy of selling tickets. To hell with the yellow jersey. To hell with everything in this world! This sucks!

Gymnasium Season #2

Hello World!

Heh… Every time I hear/say/type that I’m reminded of the bleedy C++ program that is there in the first chapter of every single C++ manual in this world. God, I’ve never struggled to do anything so much than I struggled to learn the basics of the fookin language. Thank god, I’ll never ever deal with it again. Oh damn, this post isn’t about C++, it’s about the season 2 of gymnasium.

Season 2 kicked off today and it is ’simplay’ brilliant. Though season 1 of gymnasium was a major flop lasting only for about 10 days or so, this time it looks as though it’ll definitely last long, very long. The determination  level has increased, so has the weight (d’oh!). Though the name sounds a little weird the trainers seem to be much better than they were in season 1 and our hero is on the verge of making a comeback into the college football team. Though the purpose is not only that, it contributes heavily towards the cause.

My fitness.. here you are!!

Atlast it’s here!

For the past one month or so what I’ve been wanting more than anything was for May 13 to come and finally it has! I’m at last free now but only for about a month and a half which is perfectly fine with me. I wrote my last exam of the IV semester yesterday and thankfully it was a decent effort. And finally I started playing football again. It had been a long time since I kicked a ball and I was a little bit rusty especially when it came to shooting. All my shots went wayward. My passing was fine though except for my back heeling which as always went to my opponents foot. Anyhoo, I am happy that I’ll be playing everyday from now on which is just one part of my summer vacation plan. I have millions of other stuff which I’m planning to do and thus I am not going to reveal it coz if I do it’s my bad luck that I will never complete it successfully or something will make me quit or I just get back to my lazy self. But what I can let you people know is that I will keep myself occupied all the time and won’t waste even a precious minute of this golden period (DAMN! I just revealed one!). What this means is that there will be more number of posts on fractured than ever before! Cheers!

PS: Never go to any restaurant in Chennai which has the name Ganges. You’d rather want to die of hunger!

Glory Glory Man United!

Yeah! It’s over. Man United won at Wigan thus retaining their Premier League crown. John Terry is inured and will mostly miss the champions league final which makes it even better a reason for The Red Devils to celebrate. My Champagne, where ardt thou? Anyhoo, it has been a terrific weekend of football. With Fulham staying up, Middlesbrough scoring 1353 goals past Man City, and Reading going down by just a matter of three goals has just made the final day of the English Premier League Season 2007/08 even more memorable.

All hail Aamir Sohail!

I have been a keen follower of the IPL ever since it started. Except for CSK’s home games I’ve seen all the other matches through SET Max’s telecast. What has attracted me more than the exciting cricket that is on display there is the commentary of the one Aamir Sohail! His language, his pronounciation, his perfect use of words all have been simply stunning! All hail Aamir Sohail!

NOT!

PS: Mohammad Kaif = Mogemmad Kaaf according to him. Hence the proof.

A thrilling match, 100 kmph and Jacques Kallis

I’m back… again. I have been so busy for the past 36 hours that I thought I’d never write a post here at fractured ever again. Hehe, obviously not! This is the best pass time I’ve got now and I have no plans of quitting. And so, like I was saying, for the past 36 hours or so I have really been a busy bee, a term that generally not associated with me. What made me so busy? Well, exactly three things viz. an IPL encounter involving Chennai Super Kings and the Kings XI Punjab, driving at 100 kmph and Jacques Kallis. Yes, these three things, the three that I’ll never forget for sometime now.

The match because the Chennai Super Kings exceeded my expectations and performed in an unforgettable manner. Badrinath and Dhoni’s partnership, the amzing crowd (witnessed the best mexican wave ever!), Shaun Marsh’s sixers which went over the roof and last but not the least Laxmipathy Balaji’s brilliant bowling performance all together made it an unforgettable evening at Chepauk for me and everyone else there (except for the lone girl from Punjab who supported them).

100 kmph… Well, Fai Cozy came over to my place post-match. We kinda got bored of playing cards and thus decided to do something crazy. Hence we went for a drive through ECR. I was driving and I touched 100 kmph on more than one occasion. And I loved it. We came back and we had nothing to do but sleep.

It was turning out to be one of those sleepovers which involves too much of sleeping which was when Jacques Kallis saved us. We were talking about the IPL and the Royal Challengers. There rose an argument as to whether Bangalore had a completely wrong strategy as they wanted Jacques Kallis so badly that they spent 3 crores on him. My point was that he had all the requirements to fit into their strategy, so there was nothing wrong in buying him. We went on and on for 3.5 hours arguing solely about this. Thinking of it I can only laugh. I’d like to thank Mr.Kallis for coming to use exactly when needed. If not for him such an exciting debate would not have been possible and it wouldn’t have been a night to remember. All hail Jacques Kallis!

Yelp me puhlease!

My comp is all screwed up. No one seems to know what has gone wrong with it. I am missing it so much (definitely not as much as I’m missing An), but anyway missing it. I’m using this fithy lap top of mine which is absolutely fit for almost absolutely nothing. This so sucks I tell you. I have nothing to do now. I’m getting a new system in a couple of days time. A Dell m/c which will not play FIFA 08!! It’s like having a hot cup of bed-coffee without sugar! It tastes real bad!

Not even the fact that Real Madrid completely embarrassed, outclassed, outperformed and embarrassed Oojah at the Bernabeu last night and even though the Chennai Super Kings finally got a much needed win over triple D in a nerve rattling thriller seems to help me get out of this bloody hell of a hole. And that is what is irritating me even more. Not that I’m not delighted for what is happening to my two favorite teams in this world, but it is just that I am going to miss something that has been there with me for 5 whole long years real bad. I’ve never had a pet before but now I realise how tough it is to lose one. This post isn’t so very typical of fractured, but you readers must understand that things will get better with time as I get used to this completely different environment. This seems to be the perfectly wrong time for me to strike this kind of a form considering the fact that I have 3 more regular readers who have been fractured by me, but I really can’t help it. I’m sorry you three!

Anyhoo, I just cant end this post without talking about the Los Blancos’ performance from last night. I saw the better half of the first half, right after they netted their second till the half-time whistle and I tell you it was some of the best football that they have played this season. It was sensational. The movement, the passing and the defending especially. Hala Madrid!!

I really need some help here! Yelp!!!!

PS: The pasillo was too good. Haha! Dig that Oojah!!

PPS: Almost three months without a glimpse of An and a tragic PQT paper. Damn! Almost every bad thought seems to be haunting me at the same time.

Campeones! Campeones! Ole! Ole! Ole!

Real Madrid CF, a few hours ago, won their 31st Primera Liga title after their scintillating 2-1 win away at Osasuna. Despite playing half their game with 10 men having Fabio Cannavaro sent off for a silly foul on Jaroslav Plasil and despite conceding an 82nd minute penalty coutesy Gabriel Heinze’s handball inside the area, Real romped back through the headed goal of Arjen Robben from a Gonzalo ‘Super-Sub’ Higuain free-kick in the 86th minute and a Gonzalo ‘Super-Sub’ Higuain goal in the 88th. What a way to win the title!!

After the match, these were the first words from few of the champions…