The power of thermodynamics
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Thermodynamics is a powerful tool. You can use it to cool beer.
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Mr. Kesavan watched an IPL game and ... well, read yourself.
Here's an excerpt on his views on IPL
The IPL formula seems to go like this: take an abbreviated game, buy multi-star teams, chuck into pot with a ladleful of film-star flash, bus in a non-paying public with tiny attention spans, distract them with fireworks and other diversions, and sell the lot to an ambitious television channel. Only, somewhere along the way, Lalit Modi and his Money Men, mislaid the cricket.
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RAF trains its pilots on flying sorties and landing in gardens of their girlfriend's parents house.
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The IPL has 8 teams.
Mumbai Indians:: has Shaun Pollock, Sanath Jayasuriya, Luke Ronchi, Dominic Thornley, hmmm ... and still, Indians. sweet.
Deccan chargers:: hyper charged Symonds, Gilchrist and Afridi, led by discharged (at least from the Indian ODI and T20 teams) V.V.S. Laxman.
Kolkata Knight Riders:: Knights fight with spears. But the Knight riders will use a beanpole amidst them - Ishant Sharma. And, just like the 300 Spartan knights had a war cry of "hau", these knights sing korbo, lorbo, jeetbo re ...
Punjab Kings XI:: Upstarts!! With a captain called yuvraj, they call themselves kings? Prince, heir apparent etc might be better names. Princess (queen?) Zinta is too greedy for the throne, eh?
Chennai super kings:: If vice-captain of Indian T20/ODI team Yuvraj dares to call himself and his team "king", the Indian skipper Dhoni will call his team "Super Kings". Quite natural. ada paavi. what else would you expect?
Rajasthan Royals:: Royals they may call themselves, but they spent like paupers in the IPL player auction and even got fined by IPL for spending too less an amount of money, way below the minimum agreed amount. Huh! The nerve some people have.
Bangalore Royal Challengers:: In these days of democracy if there is going to be so much of kings, super kings and royalty, obviously someone will challenge them. So, enter Royal challengers.
Delhi daredevils:: Led by Virender Sehwag, who likes to drink milk. Hmm... each day we learn something new. Now, we come to know that devils drink milk rather than blood. kewl.
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Rahul Dravid came, saw, conquered ... and got booed. The IPL game between Mumbai Indians actually saw the Mumbai crowd boo Rahul Dravid when he hit a four. The ever-observant Rahul observed: "It's really unusual to come to Bombay, hit and four and see nobody clapping for you".
This is Mum-bhai bheedu, hum se panga lega to ...
Seems like some IPL teams have already started gaining a dedicated fan base. But one wonders, for how long...
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This is the way I would like to lose weight (that is, if I ever see that day when I need to lose weight)... eat more to weigh less. No really, its not a joke. There is a basis for this statement.
And poor me, I was trying to put on weight eating 5 times a day. Now I know why I stay thin :D
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I changed the tagline for the blog. Seems as if the busier days are behind me know, and I can peacefully quip and crib about trifles and newsworthy(??) snippets now.
My current interests? Frivolous ones include IPL (mostly bashing, but sometimes admiring), exploring fundaes on weightlifting, food and fighting (these three go hand in hand, dont they?). Yeah, more serious ones too, like art and photography.
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This link here shows clearly that India is not shining.
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My first hand experience of crime in US - my brand new Honda 200RX bike got stolen from the parking spot outside my apartment in broad daylight. It was there, early morning, as I set out for office. It was gone late evening, by the time I returned.
Whoever said that it happens only in India? It happens in US too [:P]
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Recently Michael Atherton has called for Sreesanth to be banned for a test. No doubt, beamers are reprehensible, and Sreesanth's behavior was intolerable. But, I dont recall Atherton ever making such a hue and a cry over beamers bowled by other bowlers from, say, England.
And, its not as if bowlers from England never ever bowl beamers. One can easily recall Darren Gough's beamer which actually hit Ambrose. And yeah, Atherton was actually playing in that match. If he didnt ask for Gough being banned, why does he cry for Sreesanth's head?
Another instance of a beamer was from Caddick to Yousuf Youhana in a ODI, and incidentally Atherton was playing in that game as well. Why didnt he ask for Caddick being banned then?
Indians, too, have been at the receiving end of beamers. But, nobody raised a hue and cry when Walsh's beamer broke Prabhakar's nose. Dhoni too has been at the recieving end of a beamer from Shoaib Akhtar, and in that case, there wasnt even an apology from the bowler.
Seems to me that the cry baby nature of the England entourage is emerging now. And it feels bad to see Mike Atherton, who, by all accounts, was a warrior with a heart for battle, resorting to such cribs. Having lost the test comprehensively, and been involved in the stupid jelly beans issue, they need excuses. And talking of jellybeans, Ian Chappell, in a coulmn in cricinfo, has actually gone to the extent of comparing it with pitch tampering. No prizes for guessing what Atherton's take on this is going to be.
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