Back to school

I don't know much about world cup, however I end up supporting Italy all the time. But limited knowledge hinders me from having a full fledged verbal discussion, which as a result generally end in low intensity fist fights.

Surprisingly, since I represent conventional Italian traditions just as much as Karan Johar represents Mans World Magazine, i cannot help but marvel at how irrelevant things can send the adrenaline rushing.
I say irrelevant because football in Mumbai has been eclipsed by cricket from the outset. That might not be the case today thanks to the influx of multiple media channels, but football in Mumbai has been restricted to Orlem, IC Colony and South Mumbai for most of the past century.

Still that won't stop me from watching a match on large screen and cheering any team. Italy is in the semi-finals and i sincerely hope that those rascist-neo-nazi-bastards are beaten convincingly by the azzuris.

World -cup aint the only big thing happening in my life right now. Got through Welingkar Institute of Management Development and Research, my home for the next 730 days.
Back to studying after a 2 year sabbatical. It sure is fun but staying awake for the post lunch session is the most difficult thing in the world, second only to the getting down at Andheri Station in a Virar Fast train. Traveling is a pain, though i am getting used to the art of self-flaggelation.

We had a Lecture by Capt. Raghu Raman on Leadership Skills. One of the best lectures i have sat for, notwitstanding the limited number of lectures i have attended. By the end of his presentation, most of us were in awe of that man's flamboyant speech marked with stories of hardship at the Siachen Glacier. Letters are the only respite our soldiers have in a place which can be rightly termed, "Hell at its Coldest".

Below is the address where one can post them.
Letters sent to this address are read out to the Jawans.

To, Officers and Men of Siachen Brigade
Cdr 102 Inf Bde
c/o 56 APO