the week after 'this week'

Well nothing worthwhile has been happening in my penury inflicted life.
Except for some beer sessions paid by my citi card, which is due to be confiscated in the not so distant future, owing to the minimum balance criteria hurled by those capitalist bastards.

Luckily there ain't a dearth of banks, waiting for irresponsibly ethically inclined prospective clients like me.


X-Men 3 was good, especially when Mystique transforms into her true self. Rebecccaaaaaaa.
Though they shouldn't have shown the Superman trailer before the movie, it kind of took away the punch from X-Men. Still Mystique saved the day.

Cricket saved me from boredom on the other days. The fun element of playing it on 14th Road cannot be approximated in words, leave alone the wonderful things who trudge by, under the "getting a hair cut from JUICE saloon" alibi.

Saur sucks in the field, not to forget the other vocations in Cricket(Batting/Bowling), but then we also have Dosh, who makes Saur look like the legendary E.Solkar at short leg.
Losing didn't hurt as much as having Dosh in our team did.
Classic example of the feeble becoming a liability.

So with all this happening, one would say I am being too harsh on life.
Cricket and Beer, for a guy would be next only to a strip club with no entry fee (if there ever existed such a paradise).

?....hmmm

Anyways, its raining as I type this, and half of Mumbai's population is home. Shop Shutters are down and the density of populace per square yards had dwindled conspicuously.

Hail Mumbai.

this week

As I lay here in a cyber cafe, trying hard to be oblivious to himmesh reshammiya's blaring nasal cries....aarrgghhhhhhh.......I cannot help but realise how a fucked up singer can make a nation dance to his tune.

I am beggarly sounding singer myself, still I do realise that one has to use his throat to sing...and not the nasal cavity. They do say, great singer sing from their heart, but nostrils?...that's goin a bit too far.

Yeah yeah....the tune and shit might be good for his supporters....but it is made void by voice which sounds like a drowning ogre.

My comps developed a rare disease which requires it to be split open by an engineer every 2 months. If that's not all, it also need a transplant, now and then, which explains the cyber.

Found a baby squirrel (Zakk) the other day, the dude was all alone in his nest, which came down with a chopped tree. So took the poor fellow home. Was a scaled down version of a grown up squirrel, but was still in the crawling stage.
Tried calling the SPCA, who asked me to deliver it to their facility near KEM hospital. Decided against giving it there, for the name KEM sent chills down my spine. It's a place where they discount a human life. So going by the logical conclusion, a place abutting KEM wouldn't be much different ideologically.
I might not be giving SPCA their due credit, but the baby was too adorable for me to take any chances.(Mumbai heat and the train travel aswell)

The dude relished Milkmaid and nothing else, and I found a home for it the very next day.

An agency in Andheri, (Karuna), refused looking after just one squirrel. So much for social work.
Those pseudo animal lovers.

And finally, Shar was the lucky one, who got peed on, by Zakk.