Somewhere, over the rainbow, their game way up high……Team Oz, stand up and take a bow, You Bewdy.

Like the old head said all week, the Aussies came through and took back their 4th World Cup trophy. The Lankans can however hold their heads up high and say they were beaten by a better team and not decimated like the rest of the world. They were on track and could have pulled it off till Sanath underwent temporary insanity. When all is done and dusted, we will discuss whether Gilly’s hundred was better than Ponting’s in the last edition Vs India and we will always remember the scare Jayasuriya and Sangakara gave the Oz bowling machine.

Like all good things in this World Cup, the end was a terrible sham. Aleem Darr ensured that the last 3 overs were completed in as much light as there is intelligence in his head. The good thing however was the Aussies celebrated twice!

And at the end - Ooh Aaah Glen McGrath. The Pigeon will be missed.

Rigged/-

I woke up excited. We were in the World Cup Finals. All the newspapers and Tv Channels went on and on and there was this huge sense of anticipation.

The drive to 10 Downing Street (the Hyderabad Pub, not the residence) was through a throng of other Indians such as I, all dressed in team colors, carrying flags and sporting huge smiles. Cricket and World Cup Final unite a nation and how!

I suspect pretty much the same thing is happening in Sri Lanka right now. I just got off the phone with my brother in NY and the Lankans there have gone mad. Lucky buggers.

The question here is, will they feel the same way I felt on the evening of the said day four years ago. The opposition is the same and this is their fourth time in a row. My heart is with the Lankans though my head says the Aussies will steamroll them as well.

Wish we were there.

Rigged/-

The laugh of the week.

The song Beedi from the film Omkara, translated into English by a friend. Is more fun if you have the song playing when you read this. Thank you M.

DAAN DOONG DUDUNG DAAN DOONG DUDUNG…… 

NOT GLASS 

NOT STOLE 

COLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST US 

MOTHER IN LAW 

NOT GLASS 

NOT STOLE 

COLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST 

MOTHER IN LAW 

ITS SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE LIT UP THE CIGGI FROM LIVER OH LOVER THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER DAAN DOONG DUDUNG DAAN DOONG DUDUNG…… 

DONT NOT TAKE OUT SMOKE FROM THE LIPS DONT NOT TAKE OUT SMOKE FROM THE LIPS THE WORLD IS VERY CROOKED LIT UP THE CIGGI FROM LIVER OH LOVER THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER ITS SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE 

NOT GLASS 

NOT STOLE 

COLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST 

MOTHER IN LAW 

ITS SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE YEAH YEAH NOT CRIME NOT CHAOS WITHOUT SIN DIED U CALLED ME 

W0000000000000T  !!!

For the third time in a row an Asian country enters the World Cup Final. Last evening the Lankans sunk the Kiwi ship while riding on the back of a brilliant Mahela hundred and some great bowling by Murali. All that’s left now is to see if the Aussies make it 3 on 3 too.

We didn’t have a great time at the Cup. Am proud however that our teeny neighbour made it through. Time to turn Sri Lankan!

Riggeminda Mortissinghe /-

Say you’re a novice advertiser. Say you’re sort of slow and you think Dravid is still God’s gift to Indian Cricket (Ok, so you’re not Riggy, but moving on). Say you spend most of your annual branding budget on signing on Captain Lumberjack as your Ambassador (by the way, someone asked me if Hindustan Motors still makes the white ones, do they?) and then spend most of your staff’s energies finding the most imbecelic advertising Guru. Say he tells you that he stayed up all night thinking on your behalf and he’s absolutely inspired. Say you meet him over drinks (and you pay for the malts). Once happily drunk, he paints a compelling vision for you.

Camera zooms in on the clear glass counters at your plush jewellery store. A perfectly pleasant middle-aged actor from Bandra who’s dressed up as your perfectly loyal patron from Numbambakkam is having a positively painful time trying to decide between the the Ruby Earrings set in 22 K Gold and the Diamond Nosering the size of South Africa.

In walks Captain Lumberjack in his blues(of course, because the Captain wears his colors Everywhere), looking thoroughly confused and helpless(um, because he’s Mr Consistent, even off the field and we’re capturing personality here), yet perfectly clued in on connosieur jewellery. Mrs Rajasekaran has the earrings on, and the nosering in her hand. She happens to glance at a mirror and catches a glimspe of Rahul Baba’s shy approval.

She giggles. He groans, but not audibly, not to worry. Then she walks out with both masterpieces. And the Captain grins at the closed-in Camera and out comes the punch line (mumbled,obviously, but poignant) - “Gold, almost as good as Greg.”

I watched an entertainer bid farwell and fade away last week. No. Scratch that. A legend. I watched a legend bid farewell. He bowed out, doing what he did best - entertaining us all. It seemed the emotions got the better of him and a few tears rolled down his face as he walked off into the sunset, where his family and friends and some of the judges stood cheering for him.Yes. I am talking about Sanjaya Malakar. The law of averages and the law of terrible singing finally caught up with him and sent him on his way. He chose a Bonnie Rait song ‘Lets give ‘em something to talk about’ and failed at it miserably. Ah well, American Idol will miss him and I know for sure my Mum will miss him. He once said that he would be ecstatic if he made it to the final 24, so the final 7 must have been more than worth it. At 17, his whole life is ahead of him and really, I can’t but think 35 years ago, he’d a cinch for the Jackson 5.

Now.

The real McCoy.

Brian Charles Lara. He off the 375, the 400 AND the 500. He of the almost 12K runs in tests and the almost 11K runs in ODIs. He of the 28 runs in an over. He of the backlift that looked a light sabre about to lop of Darth’s head. He of the flashing blade that reminded one of Black Mamba’s samuri sword. He of the swivel that would make Shakira jealous. He of the reasons stadiums in the Carib swelled to capacity.

He’s gone off, for good. Bowlers of the world have breathed a collective sigh of relief. As he walked on to bat, the Poms gave him a guard of honour, simply because they didn’t want him to change his mind about not going to England. When he walked off his team mates gave him another one and when he finally walked off, asking the crowd if he entertained them one thing was clear to me. I do not think I will have the same lump in my throat when Sachin retires. I guess that’s my take on that debate, eh?

See ya later, Big Dog and thanks for the memories!

Rigged/-

I’ve been meaning to spend on one for awhile.

Met a chap who was in the process of making one for another.

What shall I do? Yes? No? *

* Note : Those who answer yes might get a ride.

[parody] Sex And The City & The Matrix [video]

Hysterical!

Ugly says:
i have a scheme

Rigged says:
Does it have anything to do with getting a bunch of us together and write on a website ‘collectively’ ????

Ugly says:
lmao - no, how about i finish everything i have to do by 4 and quietly slip out

Rigged says:
Speaking of schemes, Lock Stock & Two Smoking Barrels had a scheme. Wickedest damn thing I ever heard of. Let me IMDB.

Rigged says:
Here’s the scheme -

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Tom: Listen to this one then; you open a company called the Arse Tickler’s Faggot Fan Club. You take an advert in the back page of some gay mag, advertising the latest in arse-intruding dildos, sell it a bit with, er… I dunno, “does what no other dildo can do until now”, latest and greatest in sexual technology. Guaranteed results or money back, all that bollocks. These dills cost twenty-five each; a snip for all the pleasure they are going to give the recipients. They send a cheque to the company name, nothing offensive, er, Bobbie’s Bits or something, for twenty-five. You put these in the bank for two weeks and let them clear. Now this is the clever bit. Then you send back the cheques for twenty-five pounds from the real company name, Arse Tickler’s Faggot Fan Club, saying sorry, we couldn’t get the supply from America, they have sold out. Now you see how many of the people cash those cheques; not a single soul, because who wants his bank manager to know he tickles arses when he is not paying in cheques!

Ugly: lmao

Now one of these days, we hope Hyphens turns up (Ahnooie to the rest of you) and we can have one of these conversations with him as well.

Rigged/- 

Young Malakar comes out with another winner, this time singing Besame’ Mucho. American Idol wakes up to the fact that it’s down to the last 8 and the little brown boy who can’t sing is getting better as each week goes by.

Go Sanjaya!

Riggs/-