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It’s 0230 in a Wednesday morn… I’m awake ‘coz of 1 of the 3 reasons I would be at this hour – A Man U game is on…

(Before you ask, the other reason would be a beer or such..)

I am  scribbling down this randomness instead of watching the game because my genius of a cable guy seems to think a ‘Villa-Portsmouth game more thrilling than a Man U game (Oh, who cares if they’re just playing West Brom – bottom of the league! – Man U’s fun to watch when they’re kicking ass!!)

<Manchester United is 1 up at this, the 43rd minute – courtesy, Berbeov>

India celebrated her 60th Year of Being a Republic Nation 2 days ago. I should say a few words about the obvious pride & patriotism that should come along with this day.

I won’t - I’m not feeling too proud right about now. 

Don’t get me wrong – I love this country and I am happy in knowing that I’m one of the billion lucky people that can call India home…

…but’s a bit ironic, don’t you think, that on Monday, the 26th of January, the top story on all leading news channels was a dead heat between India’s 60th Republic Day Parade and women being beaten up by a 40-man strong mob in broad daylight ?

Have we, as a society, retarded a few 4 – 5 centuries or are we just new-found-fans of the taliban regime??

With all this talk of fighting terrorism.. ‘we’re gonna fight terrorism’ .. ‘terrorism sucks’ .. ‘we’re gonna shoot terrorism in the face!’.. 

..what is terrorism? - A hijacked plane flown into a multi-storeyed business building?  OR Under a dozen youths holding a city at gun-point for over 60 hours? OR Christians being attacked by mobs or over 100s of men – raping nuns, pulverising priests and razing churches to be left burning in their wake? OR a dozen girls being attacked by mobs for sitting at a lounge bar? OR A School being attacked because it plays music of a different state (albeit from the same country!)?

Fits a pattern, doesn’t it?

Your move, My Government; how shall we treat the terrorists?

<on a lighter note, Man U up 5 – 0, with 10 minutes to go.. >

…so we’re all in Goa just before new year’s eve – watchin the surf, havin a Kings’ – aah, Goa!
With chicken jumping [sic] in our bellies from the night before and with the sun at an hour-to-go, we decide to hit the water.
After what seemed to be 10 minutes (.. or 30 salty sips – by Gamma’s count ..) I deem it time for a sip of Kings and start to head for the shore.
The reason why I say ‘seemed’ is that I don’t have my watch on, so I can’t tell the time.

Tubelight.
I suddenly realize that I don’t know where the fuck my watch is – I never take my watch off when I get into the sea (It’s this super-cool watch that I can technically snorkel in water up to 100 meters deep.. ), so why is it not on my wrist??!
Dammit!
I run to the shore in the hopes that I had my life’s one brilliant moment and actually left the watch with the hootch.. alas, I hadn’t.
So I head back to the Gang – who had apparently noticed my misfortune ( and also, i suppose, by now bored stiff of that game of water-volleyball) and are now apparently walking in a line perpendicular to the shoreline in the hopes that they stumble [no, the pun wasn't intended] upon my time-piece.
Bottles are found, bags are found, bikini tops are found. This leads to a slight diversion of attention, as everyone’s altruistic nerve pushes us to return the distraught lady her property.
..we didn’t find her.
Suddenly there’s a yelp from one of the gang – smothered by a well timed wave – not moving an inch.
He says he’s standing on something long, relatively soft and thin (terd..?). Fearless Carlton dives in and lo!, comes out with my beautiful casio-aq160!!

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