The Champion And The Hairstyling champion!! ~Sic~

After going up 2-1 in the one day cricket series against Australia, captain M.S. Dhoni hinted at a 5-2 trampling of the Aussies at the hands of the marauding Indians. I just hope the rain lets up in Navi Mumbai for us to have the final match and see the final scoreline at 5-2....5 Aussies- 2 India. I am as much a patriot as the next Indian but these Foot-In-the-mouth gaffes are too priceless! Wish we had a mud pie slinging competition with the entire Indian cricket team as the targets. Guess the only guy who'll come out as clean as he went in is the little master- Sachin R. Tendulkar. The rest of them deserve mud pies and perhaps a few cow dung pies too- right in the face! An old saying goes- He who laughs last, laughs loudest. Ricky Ponting, especially after the Guwahati one dayer must not have stopped laughing. To quote another saying, even at the peril of seeming cliched, "Cometh the moment, cometh the man". To lead a badly depleted, injury plagued team to a great triumph in the sub continent(against a *Supposedly* strong team) is the stuff that legends are made of.. Mahinder Singh Dhoni still has a lot of options open, he can start a hairstyling academy with himself as the model! or he can start a circus act with his BIG foot in the mouth routine...of course he and his boys are very welcome to offer their services as mud and cow dung pie targets to the cricket lovers of the nation.

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Maj. Atul Ghildiyal. Friend, Husband, Son, Father-to-be, Martyr.

(Picture Source: sainiashwani.blogspot.com/ ) The smiling guy, turning and looking at the camera was, is Maj. Atul Ghildiyal of the 3 Dogra regiment of the Indian army. One of the coolest, most laid back guys I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. His voice also had that lazy drawl that personified everything that Atul was. I met Atul when he was still a bachelor and was posted at Jalandhar. I'll never forget the crazy nights of drinking rum with warm water sitting out in the lawn on bitterly cold winter evenings at the 3 Dogra Officer's Mess. Had the pleasure of meeting his wife, Urmila (Urmi as we all call her) soon after their marriage. They made a perfect couple, both very warm hearted, open and chilled out. I lost touch with Atul when his unit moved out and came to know of his martyrdom much, much after Atul had left us all. It has been over seven years now but the pain is still as fresh, as raw as ever. They say, time is a great healer- well, it is not. Try telling ...

Those were such happy times and not so long away, how i wonder where they've gone.......

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The 'G' Coupe

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