The Making of the Master Pieces...

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Buddha

My first knife painting

Keeping the same tradition, I am going to post the progress here and the final copy of the painting on my painting blog.

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And Finally : mon chef-d'œuvre

Learning to paint

I have always been a jack of all trades and master of none.
And one of my such trades has been trying to try to paint. For my more amateur paintings, my so called art blog could be visited at splash-art.blogspot.com.

But, now I have decided to start painting professionally. Actually this time it has been more than just decide, I have already done four classes. Now, each painting takes 8 classes, and since I go only on weekends, I have been learning for almost a month now.

With this blog I'll be tracking my each day progress and eventually hang my end result on my art blog.

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And Finally :

I am trying to try to be on diet...

Shayarana Andaaz...

Watched 'Zindagi na Milegi Dobara' today.Didn't feel it was any great creation...okay dokay I''d say, yet one should give credit where due.
The locations of Spain were breathtaking while some scenes were genuinely funny and some brutally witty one liners. The movie reminds me of 'Dil Chahta Hai' and 'Hangover' both of which I liked better than this one.
Somehow I just cant digest men who are almost forty giggling like school boys. ZNMD had men who were more caricatures...men who are ubber rich, ubber kool and each of them carries some emotional baggage which were extremely cliched and boring. They can afford a fortnight holiday in Spain, rent the dream villas, buy bags worth 12000 euros...and more shit. They seem far from real.
Jealous I am of their wealth...you might say. May be I am, and yet I reserve the right to not like a movie for the above mentioned reasons.

And what were actors like Nasseruddin Shah and Deepti Naval doing in their teeny-weeny roles. What did they charge for that little much presence in the film...two way taxi fare!!!
And the most surprising part...for the first time I liked Katrina Kaif, Dhan Tan Nan!!! I am surprised at myself too.

Well..there were a few amazing shayaris in the movie written by Javed Akhtar. I am not a great poetry lover...yet the poems in the movie did catch a nerve. Here is one of them :

जब जब दर्द का बादल छाया

जब ग़म का साया लहराया

जब जब आंसूं पलकों तक आया

जब यह तनहा दिल घबराया

हमने दिल को यह समझाया

आखिर दिल तू क्यूँ रोता है

दुनिया मैं यूँ ही होता है

यह जो गहरे सन्नाटे हैं

वक़्त ने सबको ही बाटें हैं

थोडा ग़म है सबका किस्सा

थोड़ी धुप है सबका हिस्सा

आँख तेरी बेकार ही नम है

हर पल एक नया मौसम है

क्यूँ तू ऐसे पल खोता है

आखिर दिल तू क्यूँ रोता है

Back to work...err...No Work

I am finally back to Bangalore after 10 days...

Not that I would consider in-laws visiting as my ideal holiday idea, yet one has to agree that Db was born at a picninc spot. His hometown is so picturesque, full of mountains and rivers and waterfalls and leeches too.
But sadly I am not the daughter of the place, I am the daughter in law. And its a priviledge that I have been excused from wearing saree all the time unlike all the other bahus do...they wear a saree with a ghungat.

If I would have been born in the same place I would have probably jumped in to the waters, play till I get pnemonia, get cured, crawled back to it, play till I got pnemonia again, cure myself again and crawled back to the waterfall yet again. And with the mountains, I would have probably gone on a montain climbing/trekking spree till I would have managed to unfurl a flag with my name on every single mountain a pair of eyes could reach...which would easily be a couple of hundreds.

But sadly its not my Mayka. That's my sasural, and this thought itself is scandalizing. Sulk!!!

Nevertheless, the good part is Db finally managed to click some descent pictures of me. Oh haven't I told you...in my previous birth I had happened to break a very expensive and rare Pinhole camera, because of which all cameras in the world conspired to hold grudge against me and never ever give me a decent click. Even my matrimony pics clicked by a professional photographer, and for which I paid a fortune made me look like a baby elephant. And for the similar reason I have shoved away my wedding album to a place where where even cockroaches can't find it.
So I consider it as a great achievement that after three years and more, Db was finally able to click some pics which we both with mutual consent considered as descent. Applaud!!!

Now that I am back, and its my last week in this office...I have nothing to do here that can be remotely considered as work. So sitting all wella after a long time or as my dear collegues would like to put it as...this is my honemoon period.

So honeymooning I am...

The bygone weekend...

Note : This post is gonna be very long and self-indulgent. Read it only if you have nothing better to do.
Now that you are going ahead with reading the post, you have agreed that you are sitting as wella like me. Join the club.

An interview to remember...

I had this interview in the EGL campus in Domlur around 1pm on Saturday. I was pretty interested in the company because I had heard they pay well and also they are very close to my place. May be that's the reason that stopped be from walking out even though they made me wait for almost 2 hours, a practice I normally follow if the waiting time exceeds 45 ins.
Whatsoever, I was called in for the interview. The interviewer was quite a good looking man, may be in his early thirties...My java questions went very well, better than I had expected. But,when he wanted to know my experience in webservices, I had only a couple of months on my resume. Yet with what little I remembered, I was able to answer a few high level questions. But they wanted somebody in a lead role, hence my experience in webservices would not suffice.The interviewer couldn't be sorry enough, he said sorry to me almost 5 times...since he thought my java experience was quite good but I would be an outright reject if he passed me to the next technical panel, who apparently would judge me only on my webservice experience.

He called out my name as I opened the door to leave...
'I am gonna remember your name...unique one'
'Yes' I said. 'There is only one'
'Not even on orkut or facebook???'
'None' I said.
'I am gonna find out...' He smiled.
'Okay'(!!!???)
'And yes I am sorry again...you were good'
'Please don't be...you are just doing your job' I smiled and left.

Where the hell were these people while I was single...shit !!!

The high Maintainance wife...

It was not planned. We wanted to buy a good saree for the MIL during our visit this July. We cheked at a few shops and we found the rates were ridiculously high. This Saturday, while a soon would-be-married friends were planning to go for their wedding shopping to Chikpet, we decided to join in.

Not being the kind who is so selfless to travel to another corner of Bangalore just to buy a saree for the MIL, I obvioulsy had other plans for myself...but not as evil as it eventually turned out to be.One of these shops had a dres material hung on display...I queried the price and he said it was for four hundred."Okay...I am interested...!!!"I went in to dig out similar cheap offerings that they might have, but after almost an hour I exited the shop with shopping bags worth 2000 rupees only.Also to be noted that I am to pay 1100 rupees to the tailor who is stiching those dresses for me.

BTW...I bought a nice and expensive saree for the MIL too.

Adieu Cockroaches...Plz don't come back

We went on a house cleansing mission this Sunday. The cockroaches have been a pain in the a** for quite long. So, finally we went a killing spree, our wepons being a red Hit spray and a broom to kill the cockroaches who managed to escape from the spray.
After a struggle that lasted more than an our we had the blood of almost a hundred cockroaches on our hands.
But the final result is good, my kitchen is devoid of cockroaches and that gives me a lot of peace.

Taking the Healthy options...

Since the kitchen smelled of the cockroach spray, cooking was a bad option. But the last thing that we wanted was to order food since we together weight a ton already, and putting on any more weight will result in long unending bills to the doctors.
Well...it was time then to try on firang food items like salad.I made something called a portuguese salad, inspired by the one I had in Nandos the previous day. It turned out quite tasty and filling...so much so that I made some more of it and carried to office for breakfast.

I plan to experiment more on the various kinds of salads that can be tasty and healthy at the same time. Hopefully we'd both lose some weight then.

Men's Gadgets vs woman's clothes

Last night Db asked my opinion on buying a wireless keyboard.

Me : And what would you do with it. We do not have a desktop anyway, 3 laptops all with their own keyboards. Where would you use it?
Db : I will connect the laptop to the TV and use the keyboard with it.
Me : **Rolling my eyes**
Db : You don't think its a good idea?
Me : Its a psycho idea.

Db : I don't spend anything on gadgets.
Me : You do. You just bought a new phone...the Samsung Galaxy Ace. While your HTC was in great condition.
Db : My HTC is a dinosaur, it uses windows 5. What else did I buy?
Me : You bought the Netbook, while we already had 2 laptops.
Db : Thats because the mother board of my compaq laptop was damaged...
Me : And you got that fixed too for 10 thousand. What about the Kindle???
Db : Yeah I would accept that. But I use it.
Me : And the iPod Touch???
Db : That was a gift, freee.
Me : No, you asked your friend to get it for you from the US. He chose to gift it us as a belated wedding gift.
Db : Okay.
Me : And that laptop stand, with a fan, to keep your laptop thanda.
Db : Thats anything but a gadget.
Me : Whatever!!! The light to read the kindle in dark.
Db : I am gonna kill myself if you call that a gadget.
Me : Anything that has been bought from a croma or ezone and is or used in a computer/tablet/e-book reader qualifies as a gadget.

Db : I am terribly offended. I am gonhna hit you where it hurts the most.

He starts checking his credit card satements since 2010 to check for how much I have spent on clothing and home appliances, which comes to almost 50K.

But here is my defence.
This 50K also includes your jeans for almost 2500, SIL's shopping close to 2000, your shoes from Reebok for 6000 and may be around 3000 that we shopped at Jeypore when we visited there in October.
That leaves me with a little more than 35K. That's almost equal to the price of the iPad if I would have let you buy it.

So not bad..huh!!!

Day 17 : On the hunt

Humko toh hamare package ne mara
Technical round mein kya dum tha
Humare kasti wahan doobi
Jahaan paisa kam tha

Written in homage to all those offer letters that I lost because they believed my package was already too high for them to afford me.

Doesn't make sense...

whatever!!

Day 11: Crossing the bridge to high maintainence

I feel I have suddenly transformed into a high maintainence wife.

I suddenly find myself interested in high heels and beauty parlors, these institutions have been deprived of my attention all these years.

I went for a pedicure today for the very first time in my life and the guilt was overbearing since the attendant had to really work hard for my feet. She could have attended two clients with that amount of time.
Also, I bought a pair of high heels this evening, the second since last month.

Db's been wondering whatever happened to his low maintainence wife.

Day 4 : The big day...the 2011 World Cup Final

Team India has been doing well till now.

I think the fielding is pretty tight and the team is giving it all. Also,a learning I got today. If men have to choose between a cricket match and a gadget, the choice is obvious. It's a gadget.

The wife is not is not in the running anyway!!!

After the second innings:

We woooonnnnn!!! And such a well deserved victory it was. For a non cricket lover, it was such a esctasic moment... Can't believe what the cricket lovers must be going through. They won it once the year I was born, and this time I witnessed it...now with a sore throat after all the screaming.

Congratulations India and bravo the Indian cricket team. Here we make history again!!!

Patiala House

Given the fact that most of the last movies of Akshay Kumar were sheer headaches, yet I had the patience and risk appetite of watching 'Patiala House' today. The SIL waarned me well before hand, yet it was my undying love for AK since the 'Mohra' days, when I was a dreamy eyed teenager who fell for his charms when he would fight away the goons double his size to save his lady love or the 'Kanoon' in most cases.

And I am so glad i have good things to say about an Akshay Kumar movie after a long time.

While '3 Idiots' subtlety pointed out on parents trying to mould their children to their expectations and aspirations, the concept is pretty in the face with 'Patiala House'. I loved the beginning of the movie which shows a subdued AK leading a life chosen by his father. And surprisingly played well by a usually over-the-top Akshay.
For a change, this film seems to have a story and a tight screenplay with most of the loose ends tied up.
I do vehemently criticize migrants who go abroad to earn dollars or pounds yet refuse to accept the culture of the place. This ideology, I believe is very wrong be it Simran's dad in DDLJ, Jasmeets's dad in 'Namastey London' or Rishi Kapoor in 'Patiala House'. Yet Rishi Kapoor being Rishi Kapoor manages to add a certain honesty to his character. Many of the scenes given to Anuska Sharma looked forced, the movie could have done without them. And how I wish the songs were chopped off. Why do most filmmakers seem to believe that half of India is Punjabi and the other half are dying to know how Punjabis speak, dance, dress or live. I am going to boycott the next movie which showcases a Punjabi wedding song, had enough of them already.

I like the climax which had huge possibilities of going excessively dramatic, but is surprisingly kept more subdued and practical, and hence had more impact.

I understand the fact that people have lost faith on Akshay Kumar movies, given his last few releases. No wonder the theater was almost empty. Yet, it was worth the risk, and 'Patiala House' indeed was a pleasant watch.

The Pizza in the making

And the long weekend passed by

Hey good folks of the planet...

That was the long weekend that passed giving way to another long weekend for Diwali...and that's the good part.

This long weekend, most of my early morning sleeping time was mercilessly consumed by my french lessons. French, as I would love to hate it is much more tricky than I thought. While they spell it something, they pronounce it something entirely different. What the Eff!!!
Suddenly all this idea of taking French lessons seems so bad to me. But the sad part is, its a 60 hours session...and only 12 hours is completed by now...and considering the fact that its only on weekends, I almost of 2 more months to go...boo hoo hoo!!!

This weekend we also happened to visit the house of one of my most loyal (and perhaps the only one) reader of my blog. His house which he also happens own by paying a hefty price to a premium builder, was as unkept as a haystack. After we finished cleaning the house it eventually stared looking like sweet home and we throughly enjoyed the home on the 15th floor.
Ah !!! I want my house too ASAP.
Oh didn't I tell you the secret I was keeping was the 2BHK apartment I bought from the Purvankara builders. Its called the Purva Skywood located Off Sarjapur Road. The only catch is, its under construction and would be handed over to us only in 3 years.

The office is hauntingly empty today with most of the junta celebrating Diwali in their natives. The cafeteria is echoing while the restrooms are surprisingly very neat. Looks like the world has come to an end and we are the only lone survivers. And then we have this lousy weather where all I can think of is Mom serving me a hot cup of tea with some yummmm pakodas.
But that is not to be. I am to sit here in my lonesome cubicle and having nothing to do.

Hangover

I am too sleepy today, could be the wine that I had last night.

And that was some experience.
I met Db's friends SSS and M around 10 in the morning. We started making plans for the day, the scope being from watching a movie to visiting the nearest pub for a glass of wine. But Db vetoed the idea of getting drunk since he didn't want me to drive in that case.
Finally we decided to go out for lunch, then go for the evening sow for Iron Man 2...and eventually we take a call on what we wanted to do for the rest of the evening.
So we started around eleven and went to Garuda Mall. Had lunch, and then killed time doing window shopping till 3. By the time we went for the movie, we were dog tired.
Now, despite of the fact that the movie was horrible, terrible and head ache inducing, what added to make the experience worse was, due to some technical fault they delayed the show by some 15 minutes while we were already sitting in the theater. Since I was too tired and the AC was heaven, I dozed off. And even 15 minutes after the movie started, I couldn't bring myself to keep my eyes open. And when finally I managed to open my eyes, the movie wanted me to close them again.
Well, we had dinner at Indijoe's in MG Road (Sizzler finally!!!). But I really wanted to have a glass of wine but I had to drive back, so it wasn't really a good idea. So I decided to buy a bottle of red wine on my way back home.
But by the time I reached Kormangala, it was already 9.45. It was already late, but there was quite some crowd on the road, so I decided to grab my wine from Spencers after all.

I got the wine and put it in the freezer to chill. Around 11 in the night, I pulled it out to have a glass of it. Okay, looks like it has a cork, but I think I have a cork screw at home. I try to use the corkscrew to pull the cork out, but the screw wouldn't penetrate the cork at all. I pull out Db's tool box, I try each tool to pull the cork out, but no help. I could see the hole created inside the cork, which had the other end of the cork, but I wasn't able to pull it out. Already 12 by then
Now, the only option I had was to query google devta. But he didn't help too. 12.30 now.
I was getting desperate, I checked my Google talk list to see who is online and could probably help, but no body seemed helpful.
Finally I tried to figure the cork screw closely. Its a pretty complicated one, but finally I managed to crack it and to pop the cork out. It was 1 PM by the time the wine was available to drink. Firstly it had turned warm by then, and I had no patience to pu it in the fridge and wait for it to chill. Secondly, as soon as I poured a glass for me, I could see the remains of the cork in the wine, which had come off and dropped into the bottle when I was experimenting with Db's tool box.
I used the filter which is meant to filter tea, to filter the cork remains out of the wine. (Jai ho Indian Jugaad!!!)

And finally I managed to have a glass of wine with some ice cubes. I struggled a lot for the sips till almost middle of the night, and with that effort, I am happy I still have the hangover.

The journey...

Last saturday at the wonderla, one of my collegues mentioned that he believed girls fights is far more serious than the guys fight. Well I do agree to that, the intensity of fight for girls might be a multiple degrees less than that of men nor do most of us indulge in the maa-behen walli galian, but while the guys can be friends again the next day, women can never do that. The remnants of the fight always remains in their memory. It takes a lot of time to heal up and they might or might not be friends ever again.

I have a guest at home since last friday...this is the a girl from my engineering college, who was from another hostel. But strangely she is the same girl who apparently hated me then. She would never let go of a chance to put me down, she had snapped on me on several occasions for no reason. Most of my friends also hated her since she had as reputation of taking panga with me. I maintained a safe distance from her since I am quite incapable of getting into a word fights with people.
Hate is a very strong word, but I think I was almost there. I almost hated her too.

We were different in more ways than one. She was the topper of our branch and knew only one thing to do...study and study harder. And I was a free spirit, I had lot of friends, I took part active participation in the fest each year and also in intercollege dance competitions and mostly won them too...while I also managed to score a percentage which was only 3-4% less than her. I believe she hated me because she actually wanted to be me but couldn't, since she couldn't get her books outta her head.
But at the end of the final year, she had a job and I didn't.
While I was terribly frustrated, she surprised me by coming to me, and for the first time in last 4 years she was kind to me...for reasons I couldn't fathom excatly the same way I couldn't understand her hatred for me. She encouraged me and said I would certainly land up a better job than others, since she believed I deserved it.
"Are you alright !!!" is all I could say then.
She smiled and left.
I smiled at her too...and that's the last memory I have of her.

I met her a few months back in ITPL. Being grown ups and professionals now, we spoke gracefully and also exchanged numbers. Last week she called me, she was going through some crisis and wanted a temporary accomodation for a couple of weeks. She asked me and I readily agreed since I was also put up alone...and here we are staying under the same roof since last 3 days.
Last evening we went for a short shopping, halted at the coffee day for a hot cup, went for a late night drive and muched on a road side chicken roll...later I clicked a few matrimony pics of her and we spent the rest of the evening trying to make necessary corrections and highlighting the pics on picasa. We shared a lot of experiences, cooked and laughed together.
I wonder if she is the same girl who I thought hated me so much, the same girl I wouldn't look eye to eye.

Lastly, last night she mentioned.
'I wasted 4 years of college only studying yaa'r. The marks don't really matter, nor do we need what you studied during engineering anywhere in the kind of job that we do. I wish I'd have enjoyed a bit of my life at college. I must say, you made the most of your time at college'
Me : Sigh !!!...' No, I hope I had studied a little more !!!'
And we laughed over it.

Its strange how women behave, oh-so-unpredictable, oh-so-complicated. May be this how God made women, we probably at times don't even understand ourselves.

It is my fault...it has to be.

I hate girls with their typical tantrums. I hate to keep waiting while the girl in question finishes her make up, I hate when people are not punctual and keep others waiting irresponsibly. And the worst part, the disgust shows up on my face. Also, I feel I become good friends with my team and soon people start taking me for granted.

Yes, I am cribbing. After a wonderful day at wonderla with my new team which otherwise is a quite fun group. Just that, a certain group of people with whom I have been close to in this team are probably a little upset with me, also upsetting me equally at the same time. I thought they were being unreasonable and the feeling was mutual.
I think quite some of it was my fault, because I was impatient despite of the fact that its high time I should accept that thats how most girls are, and if I need their company for some reason I have to learn to put up with it. As for the other side, I am amazed at the confidence people have, by being vocal and so in-the-face on things which they quite don't even understand. I wish there was a corporate training on how to talk to people and specially team members.

I have a problem...in all cases I normally find the fault with myself. My dissatisfaction is due to my impatience, its due to the fact that I let myself loose to people I probably should have been more professional with. Its late now but I guess I can still make amends. This was the last day I have let myself go, I gotta gear up and start keeping a distance.

Sizzling for a Sizzler

To start with


and more so if its a lousy weather and I haven't got much to do at office. I had to migrate the existing weblogic application to Tomcat which was no herculan job, I am finished and now I am bored out of my skull.

Today the hot topic of discussion is the cricket match that we played over the weekend and how we lost miserably ripping us off each shread of izzat that we had.

Anyways...I haven't got much to chew on today, so I am just blabbering off on my blog.

I want to have Sizzlers and only at Indijoe, but I dont have company. Normally, I don't wait for comapany...I'd just go and have my favoruite food at my favorite resturant...alone, if I have to. But the building on the old airport road, where Indijoe is placed is closed due to the recent fire in the carlton towers. The next centre is on church street and that's not the place I'd like to go alone. So I am desperate.
I was able to drag my friend J into it yesterday, but he was not keen to go as far as Church Street. He promised me the China Pearl in Kormangala serves Sizzlers and as good as Indijoe's. Reluctant, but I agreed...something is better than nothing, and also because he had a point. Going as far as 12 kms in the sun for a sizzler seems not worth it to a rational headed normal person (And we are poor people, we don't have a Honda City like one my rich Anonymous commentor..teheheee). But, to me it still felt worth all the effort...What!!! When did I tell you I was rational and normal!!!
Whatsoever, I was waiting at China Pearl exactly at 12.30 as planned. J reached 10 minutes late. Its rare to find a girl waiting for the guy to turn up. Anyway, while J was yet to come, I scanned the menu, to my horror there was no sizzlers.

Me : You don't serve sizzlers???
Waiter : No Maa'm.
Me : Is it like you don't serve sizzlers for lunch, or you don't have them at all? (Indijoe doesn't serve sizzlers for lunch on weekdays)
Waiter : No Maa'm...we don't serve them at all.
Me : Can I talk to somebody else?

Another waiter came to attend me.

Me : Are you sure you don't serve sizzlers???
The other waiter was giving me the Cloromint...dobara mat poochna look!!!
Waiter2 : No maa'm, we don't.
Me : Ok thanks. (J, you are in deep trouble !!!)

J arrived in a few minutes.

Me : Kaminey!!! They don't serve sizzlers here...grrrrrrr!!!
J : What??? (Snatching the menu from me) Impossible.
Calls the waiter.
J : You don't serve sizzlers???
Waiter2 : (Also giving the Cloromint look) No Sir.
J : Hey come'on. I have had it here several times. (Looking at me) Sacchi...
Me : *%@#$%$#&^
j : You had them earlier right! You must have taken it off the menu recently.
Waiter2 : No sir. We never had them on our menu.
J : Ok. (To me) I donno how its happening yaar...I have had the sizzlers here several times.
Me : Yes, in your dreams. I told you, I told you...grrrrrr again!!!
J : Sigh!!! Ok...(sigh again) lets go to MG road, Indijoe.
Me : No. I am not going anywhere and I am eating right here, because YOU spoilt my mood.
J : Arre!!!
Me : Yes...thats how it is. Now, you order and if the food is bad I am gonna kill you.
J was terrified of me for the next 1 hour or so that we spent at the resturant. He ordered the food very carefully and ate very less while serving me all the time.

As much as I was enjoying his plight all the while (I love to trouble him), my desire for sizzlers has increased by many folds.

Now what!!???

Bowled Over...

I hate it when people don't value my time, or for that matter any body's.You plan to meet me at ten in the morning and show up only by two in the afternoon...you make plans with me and back out at the last moment just because you feel like it...you plan to meet me for lunch and spend all day shopping around knowing very well that I can't stand the sport for any more than half an hour.

We had a cricket match today, among various project teams. Now, people promised and backed out at the last moment and most of them didn't even bother to inform that they won't grace us...so much so that we couldn't even form the team of 6 that was required. I don't mind people not joining the team, what irritates me is the fact that people commit and then don't turn up nor do they bother to inform before time...so least bothered of the inconvenience that we would face due to this.

Somehow, we managed to coax a few people outside our project to join us.

When we finally reached the ground, the opponent team looked pretty dangerous to us. They seemed all fit with flat tummies, tanned complexion and well dressed in proper jerseys which showed up the name of the team and the name of the player on their back. Looked like they were into some serious gully cricket.
The match started well...they won the toss and decided to bat. We gave only 20 runs in the first two overs and just 1 wide ball (I gave that **ducking behind the chair**). The third over saw more boundaries and by the fourth over they had made 51 runs.The last over was still to see the worst when we gave 4 sixes 2 fours and two wides (bowled by the jugadu player from the other project) which made the grand score to 85 while one of our key batsman got injured.
Soon it was our turn to bat, we started badly. I scored 6 runs before I left the pitch, all of them because the bowler served me wide balls (so no marks to me). While I was walking away from the pitch, I looked back to find another of our key batsman following me after getting out on the first ball. That made 2 wickets down in the first over.
We had just 3 more batsmen since one of them was injured. In the next two overs, we hit two boundaries and a few more wide balls, all summed up to 34 runs before all the batsmen were down

Apni toh balatkar ho gayi..now, thats some defeat.

And the end of it all, the jugadu player turns up to my manager and asks for a lift back home.
'Hey come'on, I played for you..and I played such that you don't have to play the next match...'

Yeah right !!! Thank you so much