I stayed up all night to watch this (let me remind you that a one-day game lasts ~9 hours) and this picture summarizes all the emotions and thrill:
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| Lanka calling [source: cricinfo.com] |
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Next stop: Mumbai!!
A very thrilling India-Pakistan semifinal that absolutely lived up to its enormous pre-game hype. So much so that even ESPN's main page was forced to take notice of this puny sport I love and cherish. This is a fairly long piece, but very insightful and manages to capture the essence of cricket and its place in India very accurately.
I stayed up all night to watch this (let me remind you that a one-day game lasts ~9 hours) and this picture summarizes all the emotions and thrill:
Friday night, co-hosts Sri Lanka and India will battle it out in Mumbai. I cannot wait. I am sure a billion plus Indians will agree with me as well.
I stayed up all night to watch this (let me remind you that a one-day game lasts ~9 hours) and this picture summarizes all the emotions and thrill:
Monday, March 28, 2011
Open your aural doors
I slothed for ten whole days. Consequently, I am out of fresh ideas to write about. I magically expect the floodgates of inspiration to be flung open once I start my final quarter here at UCLA tomorrow.
In the meantime, to keep my post count high enough, I am posting this classic Doors song:
Look at Morrison. Such bravado. Such pizzazz.
In the meantime, to keep my post count high enough, I am posting this classic Doors song:
Look at Morrison. Such bravado. Such pizzazz.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
On the road - 10 part 2: Sunday in SF, Monday in the bratmobile
(Part 1 is here.)
I've been to San Francisco quite a few times before, and almost every time I've been bested by the notoriously capricious northern California weather. The first time I went to see the bridge, it was covered in plumes of dense fog. The second time was marginally better, but it was still raining and very cold. So I wasn't too surprised when the forecast for Sunday was rain and more rain. (Not just normal rain, if this hoax viral text message was to be believed. A very vile radioactive rain noxious enough to make you bald and give you nasty burns unless you exercised prudence by investing in raincoats and umbrellas. Ha. The perverted basement dwellers must have had a field day coming up with this hoax).
But my friend BS and I were both armed with some very hi-tech imaging gadgetry and were willing to take a chance. So out we went, with my cousin's freshly baked chocolate chip cookies to keep us some much needed company. We ambled along on the 101 North and hey what do we have here? His highness, the Sun king. The rain had decided to take the day off. After a nice couple hours, we arrived at the bridge.
Since the weather was so nice, we were able to take hundreds of pictures from all sorts of great vista points. Here are some good ones that I picked out at first glance (I think I still need to work on them a little bit before making prints or anything like that):
I've been to San Francisco quite a few times before, and almost every time I've been bested by the notoriously capricious northern California weather. The first time I went to see the bridge, it was covered in plumes of dense fog. The second time was marginally better, but it was still raining and very cold. So I wasn't too surprised when the forecast for Sunday was rain and more rain. (Not just normal rain, if this hoax viral text message was to be believed. A very vile radioactive rain noxious enough to make you bald and give you nasty burns unless you exercised prudence by investing in raincoats and umbrellas. Ha. The perverted basement dwellers must have had a field day coming up with this hoax).
But my friend BS and I were both armed with some very hi-tech imaging gadgetry and were willing to take a chance. So out we went, with my cousin's freshly baked chocolate chip cookies to keep us some much needed company. We ambled along on the 101 North and hey what do we have here? His highness, the Sun king. The rain had decided to take the day off. After a nice couple hours, we arrived at the bridge.
Since the weather was so nice, we were able to take hundreds of pictures from all sorts of great vista points. Here are some good ones that I picked out at first glance (I think I still need to work on them a little bit before making prints or anything like that):
On the road - 10: I rode in a car on the road for a road trip
Jack Kerouac's On the road is one of my favorite books of all time. The basic premise of the novel is that a thinly fictionalized version of Kerouac and his merry band of lovable misfits romp around the continental United States, soaking in the American-ness of everything on their long drives. More than anything, the book is about the atmosphere and manic energy of these youthful people for whom the world is endless and possibilities infinite.
Many a times, I too have fantasized about going on a super long road trip with friends. The chief motivation behind such a project is not necessarily the places we could visit, but more about the act of driving itself. There is something about the idea of driving 8-9 hours in a stretch with a few friends - the music you play and sing along to, the inside jokes that are relevant only for the duration of the drive, the vistas that zoom by at enormous speeds and so on.
So when an old high school friend of mine from Minnesota (let's call him GW) said he was going to be in Cupertino for a couple days, I grabbed the opportunity with all four limbs. I recruited another friend (let's call him BS) for the project.
We came up with a pretty simple three-day plan: leave LA Saturday morning, see GW in San Jose that afternoon and spend the night at my aunt's house. For Sunday, we wanted to spend a couple quality hours taking pictures of the scenery in San Francisco, before heading off to Sacramento for the night. That way we would leave Sactown on Monday morning and be back in LA at a reasonable hour.
All in all, this ended up being a very entertaining and thoroughly satisfying 1290 miles.
We left LA at 7 in the morning after loading up our friendly bratmobile:
Many a times, I too have fantasized about going on a super long road trip with friends. The chief motivation behind such a project is not necessarily the places we could visit, but more about the act of driving itself. There is something about the idea of driving 8-9 hours in a stretch with a few friends - the music you play and sing along to, the inside jokes that are relevant only for the duration of the drive, the vistas that zoom by at enormous speeds and so on.
So when an old high school friend of mine from Minnesota (let's call him GW) said he was going to be in Cupertino for a couple days, I grabbed the opportunity with all four limbs. I recruited another friend (let's call him BS) for the project.
We came up with a pretty simple three-day plan: leave LA Saturday morning, see GW in San Jose that afternoon and spend the night at my aunt's house. For Sunday, we wanted to spend a couple quality hours taking pictures of the scenery in San Francisco, before heading off to Sacramento for the night. That way we would leave Sactown on Monday morning and be back in LA at a reasonable hour.
All in all, this ended up being a very entertaining and thoroughly satisfying 1290 miles.
We left LA at 7 in the morning after loading up our friendly bratmobile:
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| The bratmobile resting on the 5 freeway[pic by me] |
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Russia's greatest love machine
Hey all, just got back from an exhilarating road trip to Northern California. Took tons of pictures in San Francisco, and on the 5 south. Also got to see Apple, Google and Facebook headquarters. So cool! Will have selected pictures and a good-sized post about the trip tomorrow after I get a good night's sleep.
But in the meanwhile, enjoy this off-beat song by a little known (at least in the US - they were massive in Europe and South Asia) 70's group Boney M.
I want to highlight these particular verses from the song:
Damn. Despite the dangers of meeting an ungainly and unseemly end, I would not mind being Russia's greatest love machine.
But in the meanwhile, enjoy this off-beat song by a little known (at least in the US - they were massive in Europe and South Asia) 70's group Boney M.
I want to highlight these particular verses from the song:
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
Damn. Despite the dangers of meeting an ungainly and unseemly end, I would not mind being Russia's greatest love machine.
Monday, March 21, 2011
San Francisco doesn't like missiles
Currently on a road trip of sorts through Northern California with an old buddy. We made a quick stop at San Francisco en route to Sacramento.
From the Golden Gate bridge:
Yes, the good folks in charge of the bridge would like you to refrain from launching your very own Tomahawk missile. Good day.
From the Golden Gate bridge:
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Friday, March 18, 2011
The trainwreck ends
Hoo boy. The thing that captivated us so mightily for much of last week is finally and mercifully coming to an end. Hopefully. Alexandra Wallace, youtube uploader extraordinaire has issued a very contrite sounding comprehensive statement declaring that she will no longer be attending the university, UCLA's student newspaper Daily Bruin reports.
The exit is to the left of the stage, my friend. Interestingly, she calls the disastrous video a humorous attempt. A humorous attempt at what, exactly? If that was funny, I guess I spent 21 years of my life completely in the dark about the meaning of that good word. Though let me add (as emphatically I can) that the fact she got death threats is distinctly not cool. At all. People who did this are morons. And they need help.
Great to know the tireless truthseekers and muckrakers at the Bruin are spending their finals time covering this hot topic.
That will be all. Too much has been made of this issue (I am guilty of this as well - after all, it does garner a ton of hits for my blog), but it's time to focus on more meaningful things in life. Like college hoops. Or spring break.
And let us also do all that we can to help the victims in Japan. Donate!
The exit is to the left of the stage, my friend. Interestingly, she calls the disastrous video a humorous attempt. A humorous attempt at what, exactly? If that was funny, I guess I spent 21 years of my life completely in the dark about the meaning of that good word. Though let me add (as emphatically I can) that the fact she got death threats is distinctly not cool. At all. People who did this are morons. And they need help.
Great to know the tireless truthseekers and muckrakers at the Bruin are spending their finals time covering this hot topic.
That will be all. Too much has been made of this issue (I am guilty of this as well - after all, it does garner a ton of hits for my blog), but it's time to focus on more meaningful things in life. Like college hoops. Or spring break.
And let us also do all that we can to help the victims in Japan. Donate!
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