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.