I have no idea why I am writing this post. I decided I must write something and I therefore, am.

Oh I know why I’m writing! This blog is co-owned by three of us, by which I mean my favourite online people Ahnooie and Bartman (and I, of course). They are like absentee landlords on this blog. It was decided early on that we would contribute to this blog and make it famous and one day sell it for a gazillion bucks and buy an island of the coast of Chennai. This is not to be. I say this simply because I am the only one who writes on this blog. Which is why it’ll never be famous and even if, by some quirk of fate, it does, those two aren’t seeing any of it. It’s going to be MY island. Hah.

Wake up, yu two lunkheads. Time to get  busy and WRITE. Eh?

In the meanwhile, my admiration for the Bongladesis grows! They batted like the Indians (Vs England) but bowled and fielded like Bangladeshis, which was way better. I have a feeling that India will send a team with Dravid, Sachin and Sourav and not send an experimental team across simply because the Bonglas have finally arrived. Not too many people might believe so but I really think it’s going to be an interesting series. Those two left arm spinners - Razzak and Rafique, are such a joy to watch bowling. Good good stuff. GO TIGERS.

Also - all those who haven’t watched 300 yet, I urge you to do so posthaste. Superstuff. Like I was telling Bart, it is such a boy flick because of all the blood and gore AND it is also going to be one helluva chickflick because it has very buff men who roam around topless. Heh.

More later.

Riggy. 

First, the Irish sunk the Pakis.

Then the Bangladeshis turned Indian cricket into a ‘Tu-Tu-Mai-Mai’ Soap Opera. Dravid scowled. Ganguly simmered. Sachin squealed. Chappel spilt the beans. Etc Etc.

Malinga took 4 wickets in 4 balls to scare the Afrikaaners. Then the Lankans beat the Poms by 2 runs. Not an underdog story I know, but worthy of a mention neverthless.

Then my mum told me about the Sanjaya phenomenon. For all those not in the know, Sanjaya Malakar is a good old desi boy who is on American Idol, season 6. All of 17, blessed with (lovely) long hair like me and a voice like a young Michael Jackson, Sanjaya Malakar is now in the last 8 or 9 contestants at the Idol show. Simon Cowell says he will quit American Idol if Sanjaya wins. I had to see what the fuss was all about and a half hour on youtube was well spent looking at the young fella.

It’s true you know. He’s the worst singer in the competition. I looked at his early stuff to his last two shows and guess what, he’s improved by leaps and bounds. He still is the worst singer though. And he survives. Every week. The judges don’t know what else to say. All the desis in the US are voting for him and keeping him in the competition, it would appear. Well done him!

The yanks however, are outraged. One woman is on a hunger strike till he is voted out. CNN dissed him like he was Hugo Chavez. Whiners. He is the fodder for a million stand up comics. America hates him. Some say there is a large group of people who hate American Idol and are purposely voting for the worst singer to win the competition.

Boo f00ken Hoo

He’s desi. He’s brown. He’s a horrible singer. He’s an entertainer. He’s 17. He’ll carry on in the contest as long as all the desis keep voting for him. First Shilpa Shetty. Now this. We rock!

And here’s the footnoted bio

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