Way back in the day (*Cue, your old joke*), when young Chaar was going to school :
- I’d walk into class late. //Checking out Girls on the road, aka Traffic Warden.
- I’d walk in with no books in hand. //Used to leave the books under my desk, which invariably someone switches, and I embarrass my self looking under each desk, while the teacher has this -_- look on her face.
- I’d doodle away on my books. //Skulls, 7Up dude, Motorbikes, T-Shirt slogans, GGD lyrics..
- Final Result : Fail //No regrets actually, because I still feel I learned more than any student in class those two A/L years. Just not Maths.. Actually my grudge was against Chem.
Jump to the present time :
- Still walk in late to class. //No girls to check out. Stupid last minute meetings at office.
- Walk in with a notebook in hand. //Whilst the others have their laptops opened out, downloaded lecture notes and the reference text books.
- Instead of doodling, I’m on FB or Twitter. //Ok there are still traces of Death Skulls. But sadly no boyband lyrics.
- Final Result : To Be Notified. :-/
If your still wondering what I’m going on about. Yours truly got selected to do his MBA. Yes the twitter explanation worked it’s own charm. The schedule is hectic and they work you to the bone. Will get into that in later posts, if and when I get the time. For now I hope this is enough justification for my absence on the Blogsphere.
Not the Brits (atleast this time)
Not our batting
Not our bowling
Not our fielding
Not our Physio (although a Kate Stalker would have helped)
C’mon, even your penfriend cyber buddy from Belgium, who hasn’t seen an over of Cricket will tell you, what the hell kind of name is “Wayamba XI” when the others come up with :
- Trinidad & Tobago
- Somerset Sabres
- New South Wales Blues
- Diamond Eagles
- Cape Cobras
- Royal Challengers Bangalore
- Delhi Daredevils
- Victoria Bushrangers
I mean playing book cricket while pretending to listen to a boring Social Studies lesson in school, we had much more snappy team names. Hell we even had score cards, and tournament rankings. So I don’t have to tell you how serious we took our Interval cricket, right?
Oh, island on the road
Willed to me by the devil’s hand
All my days I’ll be cursing you
For the alloy, the tires and the sweat I poured
Whats worse is, each time I repeat this story I get asked whether I was Drunk.
Yesterday’s OM was arguably not the greatest. Maybe the lack of prior notice for the contributors to prepare something to read, or some of us observers to grow some balls and actually read something, myself included.
Either way, unlike the OM’s of past a heated debate ensued on Feminism, 2nd Class Citizens and the Hikka Boob Show. My simple question is why should we care? If it is so disturbing and beyond our culture to have nude women in public, how come the 8th wonder in the world (atleast considered to be till recent times), Sigirya features topless women?
I don’t see all these cultural pundits, asking to redraw the frescoes with their tops on (maybe Mahinda is planning on it after the ban on Internet Porn). Nor our teachers refusing to take school children to see Sigirya. The so called topless women are only a part of the other wonders of Sigiriya, the Kurutu Ghee and tunnel system to have Ponds on the top of mountain/fortress. No special emphasis was drawn out to them, so nobody harps about it.
My point here is, don’t make a mountain of a mole hill. People actually can’t be bothered. Unless somebody starts talking about it. After all ask your self, if I had just titled this post “Open Mic” would you have actually bothered to read it?






