Come what may, we are Red Devils for life.

Terribly disappointed in the team's performance tonight. It was a lacklustre game from a tired team. Barca would NEVER have gotten away with a 2-0 victory if it were a ManU that was playing even half its best football. Sadly, we couldn't even do that tonight. Really missed Fletcher's presence in midfield and, ultimately, we were outplayed by an inspired Barca team that played some truly excellent football. It was a bad, bad game...and I'm just sad it had to happen when it mattered most.

However, no matter what - we stand as one. Despite the taunts of other EPL fans, despite all the naysayers, despite all those who doubt our heritage and our commitment to Old Trafford...We are Red Devils. Forever.

GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!

P.S. - to any Liverpool/Arsenal/Chelsea fans I may have pissed off - you thoroughly deserve it.

Mr. India

Move over, Omar Abdullah - there's a new hunkalicious politician in town.

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From the article:

“My picks are Rahul, Rahul and Rahul,” gushes Anamika Chatterji, 24. “He is unaware of his amazing looks, charisma and success. That’s what’s hot,” says Neena, 17. “His dimples are so cute!” says Preeti, 23. “I’ll be heartbroken when he marries. I wish he never does, though he’s 39,” chuckles Neha Vermani, 20.

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*sigh* The women in our nation's capital sure have their priorities straight, don't they?

Also, no Sachin Pilot? This is an outrage! I can hear the gushing girls already: "Eee! His teeth are so shiny, no?! Hai! So cute, only..."

NB: Mahi got only 8.5% of the votes. Apparently, news of our impending shaadi is spreading fast.

MP3* meets Sapnay

[Apologies for not updating in ages - home got the better of me. Proper blog post to come soon, though. 2:14AM (Zambia time) + jetlag make writing well and/or thoughtfully nearly impossible]

So, I am at an event sponsored by the Indian Army (go figure), on stage, singing "Latoo" (see previous parentheses). In the front row sits the love of my life. After the show, he enters my "dressing room" (which, by the way, looks exactly like my sophomore year dorm room: broken window shade et al), tells me that he was mesmerized by my singing and wants to do some baat-cheet.. After a short while, he gets up and just as I think he's about to leave, he turns to me, smiles and asks for my cell number. And then saves his number in my phone...as Mahi.

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Yes, friends, I just had the most vivid, technicolour dream of the first scene in my love story with MS Dhoni. Either this is: a) a manifestation of an IPL overdose, b) the first symptom of love-induced clinical insanity, c) proof that he and I are meant to be. I'm going with (c). Shaadi ke cards are being printed as we speak. Ask your postman in a week or so.

NB: I apologize to those of you who are sick and tired of hearing me gush about Mahi since 2005. Also, just warning you, it's probably not going to stop any time soon :P

*MP3 = mera pehla pehla pyaar

INDIA DECIDES 2009

LIVE COVERAGE OF RESULTS DAY:

Hindustan Times

NDTV

Times of India

BBC NEWS

Don't Look Back

I should have lots of words right now. I'm 5 hours away from a homeward bound journey that I have been dreaming of for a very, very long time. I bid my closest and dearest friends in the world mournful goodbyes - in all honesty, I don't know what life will be like without Brown '09 - as they (my ex-classmates) prepare to graduate. I finally let go of a Love that has tortured and taught me so much over the last 2.5 years. Everything has changed in the last two days. And I should have words, dammit. WORDS! But right now, in this moment, I just feel a sadness that is paralyzing in its numbness. Bottomless emotional pit, thou art a myth.

I hope to be able, some day, to put down my many overwhelming emotions into words. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I'll let the music and my tears do the blogging for me.



Must.Face.Forward.

And how would you like that cooked, Ma'am?

(WELL) DONE!!!! :D

OK, yes that was corny...but can you really blame me? I am DONE :P

Wrote my exam this evening (which, by the way, went very well) and just finished re-re-re-editing my final final-paper. Tomorrow, I will print it out. And hand it in. And grin broadly...a lovely semester draws to a close :D

I am currently folding-stacking-packing for the journey home! Zambia is a few, short, itsy-bitsy nights away. And I have never looked forward to going home this much - and, also, for the first time, I'm not looking forward to it because I want to leave something behind. That distinction, though subtle, has made all the difference this semester. Finally, I love where I am. Who'da thought? Ahh, Hahvahd...

I deserve something yummy for all my hard work, don't I? So, a DELISH Red Velvet Cupcake from my roomie, Across The Universe from Netflix and a new shade of bright pink nailpolish from Me-Myself-and-I. And if any of you cool-dudes thinks that's a "girly" way to celebrate...at least there isn't any mention of bubble baths and red wine, OK. Gosh.

Hokay now I must go and celebrate freedom. More later.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

to every beautiful Mama
in every blessed corner of the world.

To My Mother
- Robert Louis Stevenson

You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.


For MY Mummy

Tulips. From my street.



...like in "Dekha Ek Khwab".

I love you so very much, Mama Bhattacharya!
See you in 7 oh-so-short days :)


[And, just for laughs]