Personification Personified...

Being a supporter, a fan, and a crazy fan is different fron each other. It depends on how much adrenaline can possibly the team make your glands release. I'm sure a BIG KKR fan, but I've seen better. The noise that a tv room in a boy's hostel can bear when Gayle lobs one over the ropes, or Dada sends someone packing to the stadium, is beyond words. Sore throats aside, one can become seriously impaired on the hearing front if he stays a part of that group for too long. And certain incidents show how much we get pumped up to see the team from our region beat the other's blackasses!

A fight broke out in the hostel adjoining ours just after the KKR Vs Deccan Chargers match. Some Hyderabadis made provocatory remarks, and then what? They were given a sound thrashing by KKR fans for *trying* to provoke them. A couple o' guys' landed up in hospital too.. Oh yes.. the police had to be called in to control the mob.. for the search of a right word.

Back in Kolkata, around 500 prisoners in the eastern Indian jail went on a hunger strike after authorities refused to allow inmates to watch the IPL.

"We cannot allow cable television inside the jail compound," B.D. Sharma, a senior police officer, told Reuters in Kolkata.

Sharma said prisoners were only allowed to watch state-run television and read magazines and newspapers.

So much for the love of the Bengalis towards KKR, and in perticular, Dada.

P.S. Quote copyright Thomson Reuters

I just compleated my Grassroutes Summer 09' entrance form. Grilling... thats the word for it. 6-7 essay-like questions, all 200 word answers. God! Hope to get selected for it. It'll be a really great use for the summer, something productive may, or rather if I go for it, will come out of it...

It is good to see people opening up to the idea of different sexual tastes, and letting thier feelings public. I believe the dark days for India are almost over. And I have a live example in the room right opposite me. He's this guy who goes by the name of Prasoon Kumar. Now the situation was such that I was kind of sleeping, and was wearing just my boxers. It was too hot in the afternoon to wear the T-shirt to bed. But I slept well past afternoon, and it was around 1900 hrs when I woke up. And this was how:

(Laugh, laugh, laugh, more laugh, and much more laugh)

(I just open my eyes. I seem to have kicked my blanket away. And here was Prasoon beaming, laughing, and in a full jolly mood. And my roommate, Chinmoy, and our friend, Anshuman laughing. On whom, I dunno, but I believe the case changes with the protagonist.

Me: Whatever happened to you?

Prasoon: Me? look at you, you are practically nude!!! cool

Me: uh!?! Oh! So? Does it bother you?

Prasoon: (Beams more, smile widens, starts laughing...)

Me: Why the hell r u getting excited? What do u get your hormones fizzin around when you see some flesh? That too male?

Prasoon: (Still laughing) Yeah, you look cool in that outfit. (laughing continues in the background)

Me: You know what? You're Gay.

Prasoon: Oh yeah, I am. (maybe that was sarcastic afterall, but the probablity is extremely low. He didn't even sound sarcastic...)

Me: I m sure u touch yourself at night.

Prasoon: don't you? (Stronger laughter in the background)

Me: No thank you very much. Your roommate must be beating the shit outta you, for all I know, He'd never tolerate you!

Prasoon: Remember me asking you if you'd be my roommate next semester?

Me: Shit! You're serious. GET OUT FUKIN' WHTER THEIF!!!!!!

That was the end of a revelation for me. I need security around me. More than the cricketers need around them. Period.

This saturday, it so happened that I packed my bags and proceeded to the Udupi station. It was a half day in college, and the next two days, i.e. sunday and monday were off. Monday, cuz it was Republic day. At the station, the next train was going towards mumbai. I got on to the general compartment. Many like-minded fellas had joined me in that compartment. BTW, mine was a group of four, A V, Karan, Raunaq, and me. Four-and-a-quarter hours later when the train (Matsyagandha Exp.) pulled into a station called Madgaon, we felt that we could no longer bear the general compartment, and we disembarked. Again, a lot of like-minded people did. And before we knew it, the train rolled off. We went out, and saw that there was a pre-paid taxi stand. We had heard a lot about this state, it's beaches et al. We consulted a map painted on the wall, and started arguing where to head off to. Most of the people (~90%) were headed to Baga beach. That was instantly ruled out. Would be too crowded, and a lot of college people would be around. Hardly our type of a holiday. Karan had gone to this beach called Benaulim before, so we decided to go there. Our cab driver said that colva has more hotels and joints, but not a place was empty there. We finally checked into Carena Beach Resort @ Benaulim. It was already 10:15 by the time all this ended. After the initial settling into the room, we went to the beach. Took us 25 minutes to walk to it. We had heard a lot of positives about this shack called Jhoncy. As we approached the sea, this place was well-visible. And I must say, I had one of the best pork chilly frys ever. After a long, filling, and royal dinner, we went back to the resort. And retired for the day.