44 Year Drought, The Dry State and Impossible Copulation

Viva La Espana scream the Gtalk Status messages ( Torres! Torres! Torres! is mine)... my wish was granted, and artistry, for once, won the day in international football. In the semi-final against Russia, Spain played a sublime 2nd half; against the stubborn Germans, they fought and performed, equally. Brilliant flicks and touches from everyone, the Spanish team had quality all-through be it Ramos, Iniesta, Xavi or Fabregas.
This German team, thankfully, plays attractive football. The speed and stature of Schweinsteiger, the leadership of Ballack and the nomadic Lahm, all contribute to imbue a dash of style in the usual efficient machine.



An enthralling tournament, with loads of goals! Even the English must have enjoyed it!

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The feature on the India Today supplement:

The chill factor
"So what if you can’t serve cocktails in Gujarat? There is little that can dampen the spirit of the quintessential adventurous Gujarati. Thanks to the exciting range of fresh mocktails—and the fun places that serve them—the thirst-quenching experience has been elevated up to a whole new level"

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The first TDK reviews are out- and expectedly, are positively fanboyish. I, however, liked this bit by a small-time actor who got into the preview:

“If it were physically possible, I would fuck this movie.” - Aziz Ansari

This film is incredible and will blow away even the highest of expectations. I am fucking stunned and you will be too. Heath Ledger’s Joker is even more amazing than you think it will be.

Right On!

Tricky Oranje

The trouble with Orange juice is- that it can go bad quite quickly. Also, its a tempestuous thing, delightful when fresh and proper; poisonous when not.
The Dutch soccer team, sadly, followed my prediction... and mind you, I almost wanted to be proved wrong. They flattered to deceive, and they flattered oh so well!

One always wondered how they would react when put behind- Nistelrooy's 85th minute equalizer had me believing that this time things would turn out different, that the Dutch claim to European glory ( twenty years after) was made of sterner stuff.

But, the Russians seemed to want it a lot more, and seemed to be fueled by that urge to rise from footballing anonymity. Ashravin embodied that desire, to perform at the big stage and earn his due place at a Barcelona or a Real Madrid...

A lot of things surprised me about the Dutch, in a good way- Nistelrooy became less of a ball-hogging, wasteful striker and more of a wandering-in-the-deep move-maker. For a stretch against the French, Robben and van Persie truly were mesmerising Flying Dutchmen (of course, only for a brief stretch).

But the man who was my hero, as much of a trier as van der Vaart, but with greater talent, was Wesley Sneijder. I confess that I haven't tracked his career, despite the fact that he is now at Real Madrid. Yet his rasping shots and relentless runs, even when the rest of the Dutch team looked dead and beaten, were inspiring.

I hope now that Spain wins this tournament- at least one team should get what it deserves for being talented and playing the beautiful game.