Date:	2005-04-18 13:37
Subject:	Retired
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm

After struggling with sundry posts i have finally decided to retire this journal. For my few online friends there is no cause for alarm, I have started a new blog based on my experiences in Andamans.

http://andisles.blogspot.com

Someone once said "It's hard to lead a cavalry charge if you look funny on a horse". I’m afraid Saurav Ganguly is starting to look funny on the horse. In the past four years he along with John Wright has transformed the Indian side from meek side lacking self belief to a side that is arguably the second best side in the world. All this good work is in danger of falling apart if he overstays his welcome. With John Wright already making the decision (right one I must add) to move on after this series against Pakistan time is now right for Ganguly to give up the captaincy and bring down the curtain on a glorious partnership of Indian cricket. The Ganguly and Wright partnership has taken India to the exalted position they are in now, but the job is only half done. To carry India to the next level we need an infusion of fresh ideas. Ganguly’s captaincy lacks it. Moreover his batting though supreme on its day lacks the consistency it needs for test cricket and is keeping talented youngsters out of the team. Assuming Ganguly would quit soon lets look at the options.

The Contenders
Rahul Dravid: The strongest contender for the post. He is at his peak of his skills as a batsman. He is also a model professional who sets a great example for the youngsters in the team. He has also demonstrated admirable nous for the job in every opportunity he has had so far to lead. Strengths: A Model professional Weaknesses: Maybe too intense to sustain as a captain

V.V.S.Laxman: Another favorite of the pundit, he is an intelligent thinking cricketer who has the mental ability for the job. As a kid he had a choice of pursuing a career in medicine but chose cricket instead. Many, including me, think the added responsibility of captaincy would bring out the best in him. His current form and his inability to cement a one day berth may count against him. Strengths: Intelligent and nerveless in tough situations Weaknesses: His form, fitness and one day position

Virendra Sehwag: The dark horse in the race for captaincy, Sehwag has already been entrusted the captaincy of Delhi and North Zone. Contrary to popular opinion I think he is a thinking cricketer as demonstrated quite so often by his bowling at the death in one day matches. He also has age on his side to grow in the role. One thing that would worry most observers is how captaincy would affect his batting. Surely Sehwag the batsman is too precious to lose to captaincy. Strengths: His age and his cricketing brain Weaknesses: Apprehensions about how captaincy would affect his batting

Others: Others options are-
Sachin Tendulkar: Might want one more shot at the job but not a serious long term option
Kaif or Yuvraj: May eventually get the job but need to get a settled place in the test team before that happens.

Conclusion
I think the period after Ganguly’s departure would see Dravid installed as captain. Dravid is a safe option for the selectors and they are bound to go that way. I would have gone with Laxman but it is difficult to argue with the choice of Dravid. The selectors should also look at getting Kaif into the team and entrusting him with the job of vice-captain with a long term view of grooming him as a captain. Sehwag should be left alone to concentrate on what he does best: destroy attacks.

My last post was about my life Andamans, now the place has been devastated. about 3000 has been confirmed dead and more than 2000 are missing. eventually it is believed that there will be more than 10000 dead. 99% of teh casualties would be in the Nicobar group of islands. That is about a third of its population.

In case you wish to help, The Acorn lists out relief agencies that are accepting donations.

Walking in the Aberdeen bazaar in Port Blair in the 90s you would often be accosted by a small wiry man with a snow white goatee and round glasses. He’d demand to know why you didn’t greet him! "Janta nahi main kaun hai!" he’d ask indignantly. "Mai, Suadagar!" he would proclaim with a touch of arrogance. As a kid you were part scared and part in awe of him. Of course everybody knew him. His fame had traveled far and wide among the islanders. In his 90s he was still very fit. Surely human meat must hold the key behind his good health. Human meat? This is Suadagar’s story.

In the year 1942 World War II was at its peak. The Japanese were rampant in South-East Asia. After a string of triumphs over the British and the American Pacific fleet the Japanese had occupied most of South East Asia and were heading steadily towards India, the jewel in the British colonial crown. Aided by the Indian National Army headed by Subash Chandra Bose, they wrested control of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands from the British. It was the first Indian territory to become free of the British control with Netaji hoisting the Indian Flag at Port Blair. The residents of the islands rejoiced, for the dream of freedom had come true.

The dream however quickly turned into nightmare. The Japanese occupiers displayed cruelty that surpassed the worst of the British. They raped and pillaged at will. When their supply ships began to come under increasing British pressure, they suspected to have a spy in their midst. They also had a food shortage problem in their hands. They quickly set out to eliminate the problems. This was no time for finesse. They rounded up anyone who was educated, anyone suspected to have sympathies with the British, anyone who was old infirm or otherwise unproductive. Initially they shot them and buried them alive in mass graves at a place called Patthar Gadda outside Port Blair. When they realized this was taking more time than necessary, the Japanese took these prisoners out to the sea and threw them overboard. Anyone who tried to swim was mercilessly hacked down by the ships propellers.

Saudagar was one such prisoner. Being very fit and an expert swimmer, when he was thrown overboard, he swam under water escaping the notice of his Japanese captors, made his way to an uninhabited island. He hid there for 14 days. He survived by eating the flesh of the bodies that were washed to the shore. Luckily for him these were the last days of Japanese occupation. Soon it was over.

Suadagar survived, the only one to do so. To this day his name evokes awe among us.

Suadagar died in 1997 at the age of 102

Date:	2004-12-21 16:22
Subject:	Bermuda
Security:	Public
Mood:	bored
Music:	Seal

Bermuda, a small island of 60000 off the coast of USA, is where I have been for the last week or so. Most of the days I’ve been going to work and back to the hotel with not so much as a detour along the way. The shops close here at 5, before I leave from office. To add to it, it has been raining on most of the days. I seriously doubted if I would manage to do any touristy thing at all. On the weekend I decided that I was going to go around come hell or high water. So some pictures:

Some more photos here

Date:	2004-12-15 23:31
Subject:	*** Asterisk ***
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative
Music:	Is there Anybody out there - PF

Roger Maris broke Babe Ruth's record of 61 home runs in a season in 1961 and held it till 1998 but he is not as celebrated as Babe Ruth is. His record was forever tarnished by scheming administrators fawning over the good old days of Babe Ruth (very much like Bishen Bedi does now a days), his record tagged with an asterisk.

Though this was done with maleficent intentions the idea in itself has some merits especially in the context of cricket currently. Just the other day India played Bangladesh, who define the word minnows. Record books were rewritten with the regularity of rain at Cherapunji. Highest runs by a no. 11, first 10 wkt haul by an Indian fast bowler abroad. Though there is no doubting the skills of the players mentioned, such records are fairly meaningless when it comes against a team like Bangladesh. Same goes for Matthew Hayden's 380 against Zimbabwe. A great achievement no doubt, tremendous display of skill and temperament, but was it more worthy of the world record than Brian Lara's 375 definitely NO.

Date:	2004-11-17 17:21
Subject:	Hopeless!
Security:	Public
Mood:	okay
Music:	Seal -IV

From when I was a kid I've been listening to stories not of kings and fairy queens but of batsmen and bowlers. It was fascinating to hear about the masterful 97 against the likes of Andy Roberts on a bouncy Chepauk wicket or of Pataudi changing the ends of Prasanna and Bedi immediately after the latter had taken a wicket only for Prasanna to run through the bating or the majestic batting of Rohan Kanhai in the Calcutta test. There were also stories of how they slept in a queue outside the stadium to get the prime seats and of the knowledgeable and sporting crowds that patronised cricket.

Last month when I saw the Chennai test at Chepauk with my dad I got a taste of it all with the man who gave me my greatest passion. I savoured the legendary Chepauk "sportive-ness" and knowledge when they gave a standing ovation to Shane Warne (for reaching the world record) and to Martyn for a graceful 100. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for the rest of the grounds in India. Ample evidence for this was seen at the Eden Gardens last Saturday; whenever a Pakistani player hit a four or reached a milestone you could hear a pin drop in the crowd of 100,000. How did it all come to this?

I believe the reason for this trend is due to the changing nature of a cricket lover. Cricket is now the game followed by millions across the country. Most of them do not understand the nuances of the game and are there just to have a good time. They watch a cricket match as they would watch a Bollywood movie. Most of them couldn't care less for the content of the movie but are satisfied with the sight of their favourite hero cavorting with a pretty nymphet.

The media has played its part in getting newer audiences to cricket. Getting failed Bollywood starlets to anchor cricket matches. They have to do it in order to attract more ad revenues by targeting not just a niche of the hardcore cricket lovers but also housewives from Haryana to socialites in Secundarabad. This has affected the crowd composition in matches where most spectators are there to have a good time, get themselves on TV if possible and participate in Mexican waves that are set of with agonising regularity. Commentators too lend their weight to encouraging the phenomenon by calling mindless noise and din "amazing atmosphere".

I might be characterised as an elitist. I'm sure I would be booed like an immaculate forward defence in a one day match. All I can do is write anonymously in blogs such as these. What is the future of a poor old cricket fan like me who enjoys the traditional aspects of the game?

Date:	2004-10-29 14:22
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	lonely
Music:	Songs from the last century - George Michael

In my 6 years of living alone i have never felt lonelier than i felt for an hour or so yesterday. Eventually went for a drive and parked my car in a dark secluded lane and listened to the "Songs from the last century" by George Michael and smoked.

I know what I am missing, but am confused about how I am to go about getting it. An early "mid"-life crisis is looming large.

I dreamt of a strong man.
I saw him standing up
Not choosing when he can

I dreamt of me.
I looked willing and fearless,
More so than me!

A classic unfolding before your longing eyes,
Where skill and grit shone through like a beacon.
A climax to be celebrated with dancing in the asiles.
Sadly weather beaten.

Cricket has an amazing habit of throwing up surprises. All the more so when the greatest of modern day rivals take to the park. Just when it seemed that it was all over the bar and shouting Australia fought back to leave the test tantalisingly poised with all results possible.

When australia resumed this morning a mere 9 runs ahead with Damien Martyn and Gillespie at the crease the Indians would have fancied their chances of wrapping up the matters soon enough. They were defied by an elegant yet gritty century by Martyn ably supported by gillespie they saw through the morning session and most of the post lunch sesion. Just when it looked like the match was completely slipping out of India's hands Harbhajan helped India grab its coat-tails with a double strike. Martyn edged one to slip soon after he brought up his century with a magnificent straight six. And as it happens so often his partner through the rear guard action went in the very same over to a blinder at slips by Dravid.

But india then had to contend with the unorthodxy of Lehman and the quick silver feet of the yuppie micheal clarke. They put on a valuable 62 run stand to take Australia to a competitive postion. Before Lehman top-edged a Kumble delivery to give a dolly of a catch to Parthiv. Notwithstanding the strange tactics of Ganguly india wrapped up the tail without too much of fuss.

Coming out to face what should have been 3 nervous overs chasing 229 to win both openers negotiated it without too much alarm with Shewag spanking three sumptuous boundaries.

all to play for tomorrow as these two teams script another epic at chepauk

it was a sluggish day of cricket but one where no quarter was asked for and none was given by either side. This was the kind of cricket one has come to expect from india and australia, hard fought!

The day began with Australia having a sniff if they could seperate Kaif and parthiv patel. They were to be denied by a mixture of some steely defence and dash of hustle that one associates with Kaif's batting and a pinch of adventure from Parthiv. Whatever one might say about his keeping his batting has proved very valuable for india with four 50s and a 46 in the last 6 tests. After notching up half centuries and stretching the lead to over a 100 both men departed, Parthiv to a got a glove to the keeper off warne and kaif retired hurt while at lunch. He seemed to be struggling with the heat and humidity during the latter half of the morning session. He retruned at the fall of the 9th wkt with Yuvraj as a runner. but didnot last long after lofting the first ball over the mid on's head for 4 he reverse swept one and forgot he had a runner, took off for a run and collapsed mid-pitch in agony and couldn't make his ground back.India ended up with a lead of 141 gold dust under the circumstances.
The Aussie innings began shakily with both Hayden and langer looking tentative especially against Zaheer who seems to have got his groove back in the second innings. Hayden was dropped twice by Patel, once off Zaheer and a difficlut chance down the leg side off Kumble. Ganguly did not over attack and rotated his bowling around. As things were looking slightly desperate for India after the openers had put on more than 50 despite stuggling, he had his reward as Langer edged a kumble googly to Dravid. Hayden soon followed. He had reverted back to the slog sweep he had put away this series. he tried one too many and laxman duly pouched the top edge at mid-wicket.

Gilchrist had walked out at 3 at the fall of langer and he along with Katich moved the score along nicely with little bother when Ganguly brought back Zaheer who then bowled with intensity and venom of a Zaheer couple of years ago and got Katich's wicket LBW to a searing reverse swinging delivery.

Gilchrist continued in his merry ways in the company of Martyn and it looked like they will resume the next day when kumble with the 2nd ball of the last over of the day removed Gilchrist bowled around his legs in a manner remeniscent of the 2nd innings of the Adelaide test.

With 2 days to go australia have a lead of 9 runs. They would be hoping to stretch it to at least 150 to make it an almost replay of the last match played at chepauk between the two teams. While india would like to restrict the lead to somewhere around 100.

Tomorrow cannot come sooner for spectators like me.

The day started on a frustratingly hilarious note when i reached Chepauk this morning. I was asked to empty the contents (binoculars, a towel and a book) of the bag I was carrying and leave the empty bag ourside. Apparently the powers that be decided that while polythene bags are ok bags of other material are liable to be used as deadly missiles.

Anyways back to the cricket which began slowly with Pathan showing admirable application and technique again and Shewag showing uncharacteristic restraint. Things moved on a bit when pathan opened his shoulders by slog sweeping warne for a six. Soon though he was gone to give warne the world record(at least temporarily). The chennai crowd lived upto their reputation as the most knowledgeble in india and gave the great man a standing ovation.

Back in the midle matters moved sedately on. Dravid was looking solid as the rock of Gibralter and Shewag continued to exercise restraint till he reached the three figure mark with a delightful little square drive for four. after reaching the century however Shewag started chancing his arm a little more and it looked likely that the aussies would get a breakthrough soon. When the break through came it was Dravid who was walking back to the pavillion having been bowled by a michael kasprowich special. things swung australia's way from then on with ganguly perishing with the customary edge to the keeper after suviving 2 chances courtsey a no-ball and a gilchrist drop. Laxman was done in by one from Gillespie that appeared to keep a bit low and Shewag finally lost patience and pulled a warne ball to deep midwicket but not before he scored a valuable 155. the indians at this stage were 2 runs behind the aussie first innings score and things were looking decidedly dicey.

The aussies were going all out and two men in middle were under other pressures as well. Kaif was plaing his first test after 3 years and patel, under fire for his shoddy work behind the stumps, must be wondering if this would be his last test for at least a comparable period. But these two are nothing if not gutsy. Kaif survived an edgy start and was looking more confident as he finished unbeaten on 37. Patel dug deep to overcome nerves and couple of verabals dished out by Mcgrath and is looking composed at 27. The lead has moved on to 56.

Tomorrow will decide which way the test goes. if we can stretch the lead to over 100 with the pitch showing signs of wear and tear india would be in the drivers seat if not who knows.

Date:	2004-10-14 19:03
Subject:	Ind-Aus Chennai Test 2004 Day-1
Security:	Public
Mood:	ecstatic

It was hot and sticky as usual but no denying that it was fun. When the day started with India losing the toss me and my dad exchanged a grim look thinking it is going to be a long day at the ground. By lunch our worst fears were being confirmed, Australia were 111 for no loss at lunch with Hayden looking menacing and Langer looking like the leech he usually is. Then in one over it all changed Harbhajan beat Hayden in the air and the intended six landed in Laxman's lap at long off and couple of balls later Langer edged one to slip with dravid taking a neat catch.

It was at the stroke of tea however that the match really turned. Kumble looking fairly pedestrian till then claimed Martyn to a bat-pad at short-leg of a forward prod, with his tail up Kumble turned back the clock to his peak of late 90s and ran through the rest of the Aussies. It was a strange day at work for Aussies. Most of them exhibited the most un-Australian trait of walking the strangest being Kasprowich where even David Shepard seemed surprised that he walked.

It would have been a perfect day for india but for the wicket of Yuvraj foolishly aiming a booming cover drive to what would have been the third last delivery of the day.

A word about Parthiv patel who had a nightmare behind the stumps he is now dangerously close to the abysmal standards set by deep dasgupta few years back. If it weren't for the fact that Kiran More is the chairman of selectors, i wouldn't have bet on keeping his place in the next test

Date:	2004-10-12 01:52
Subject:	Loss
Security:	Public
Mood:	okay
Music:	deep purple

The last few agonising days have been spent listening and reading to the various theories of India's loss. They range from god-awful umpiring from the two men in the middle to the pathetic batting by the Indians. I find it quite bewildering and in no small measure belittling to the Aussies that none of the theories give them any credit. To me we lost because they played better and allowed us to play only so well. Here are some of the reasons why they won:

1)      Preparation: the Aussies were better prepared than the Indians. Looks like they have been planning this since the series down under. This was well illustrated with the fields set by Gilchrist in both the innings. The field was fairly defensive just a slip and a gully and a five-four off side field. Defence, it seems, is the best form of offence. This allowed the bowlers to bowl straight and on a wicket-to-wicket line. This is well borne out by the fact that no less than 11 Indian batsmen fell either bowled or LBW. This also prevented the Indians from scoring a lot of boundaries which they thrive on.

2)      Bowling: The best laid plans can come to grief if badly executed. This match was won and lost by the pace bowlers. Spin played a part but the pace was vital. Our new ball bowlers kept it tight. Pathan looked threatening at times but Zaheer was struggling for rhythm. Their new ball bowlers were relentless. They were able to extract more bounce from the wickets probably because they are taller. They found appreciable seam movement and used the reverse swing to excellent effect and above all bowled to the plan. In effect the Indian batsmen couldn't relax at any point in time. No one could ever feel set (admittedly not many of them played long enough for that).

3)      Batting: As with their field placement the Aussie batting was conservative and had none of the bravado you usually associate with the Aussies. Mathew Hayden who swept the spinners to distraction kept the sweep in the bag. Gilchrist's slog sweep has dented many a ad hoarding but he hardly unsheathed the deadly weapon and when he did it was controlled and along the ground. Katich and Clarke used their feet to the spinners. It almost felt that they were Ranji veterans. During India's tour to Australia I thought that Katich was the best player of spin outside India and his performance in the first innings just confirmed my belief. Instead of the usual Gung-ho approach we saw a more traditional style from the Aussies a slow start, a steady consolidation and an explosion in the end as the bowlers wilted.

4)      Fielding: In terms of performance while fielding things were more even, we didn't drop any easy catches whereas they dropped a couple and we even scored a run-out. But as usual their ground fielding was better than ours. What made the difference was they had better more innovative fields set to our batsmen while we stuck to the traditional fields. They played chess in the field and we couldn't wiggle out of their opening gambit.

But all said and done the match was closer than the score suggests. Though we were out of it virtually from day three, there were key moments in the game where it could have gone either way. That it didn't suggests that the Aussies played the big points better than the Indians. But all is not lost. The fight shown by the lower order and Harbhajan's form are glimmers of hope. We also know their plans now and can prepare accordingly. I once saw a sportsstar print ad. It ended by describing the poster which was of Lee and Hesh. "Beware", it said, "when you put it on the wall. 'coz when their backs are on it they fight back". Suits this Indian team to the T.

Date:	2004-08-12 12:08
Subject:	Going bananas!
Security:	Public
Mood:	blank

This was year 1985. I was 9. My dad had just got transferred to a small island in the Nicobar archipelago. Since there was no school there, it was decided that my mom, my sister and me stay back in Port Blair. We had to forego our government quarters and move into rented premises. The house we moved into was owned by a rich landlord who had a huge amount of land (by Andaman standards). They had a small colony of houses and two large plantations of betel-nut and banana trees.

As I was in those days, a move to a new place was exciting. The first thing I usually did was pick up my dav (machete, which most households in Andamans used to possess) and explore the area and get a feel for the lay of the land and search for a suitable hideout. This move was no different as soon as we reached and unpacked I took the dav and was off.

I soon chanced upon this banana plantation. It had about 150 trees. The trunks of the banana trees looked succulent and soft and the dav, sharp. I took a swipe at the nearest tree. For a second nothing happened. Then the top half of the tree toppled over, almost in slow motion like you see in the movies. It felt good. At that age the realisation that you can cut a tree (even one with the robustness of a cucumber) in half with one swipe of the dav is a heady. I took another swipe another tree bit the dust. Slowly but steadily the plantation started thinning.

After about an hour and a half of carnage only a handful stood in front of me. I was tired, but was triumphant. Then I heard a shout in chaste Hindi "B@$%$c&^d kaun hai Saala?". The voice sounded vaguely familiar. It was our landlord's eldest son. The realisation that something terrible was going to happen sunk in and I ran for it. Unfortunately all the dav-swinging had made me tired and I was soon caught. I got the thrashing of my life with the landlord's four sons taking turns.

We were soon looking for a new house, without any plantations of course.

Date:	2004-08-11 12:13
Subject:	Love Story
Security:	Public
Mood:	lazy
Music:	Bhajans by M.S.

I fell in love with cricket at first sight and I am still horribly in love. My dad also has a minor case of this disease and I surely must’ve caught it from him. World cup ’83 finals was my first taste of it. My dad had “imported” a T.V. from the mainland for the event and when India made it to the finals he was delirious with joy. On the anointed day he bought two of his mates from work for company, couple of crates of beer (a bucket of water serving as a refrigerator) and couple of dozen packs of the evil smelling Panama filter less (I have contracted more than one of his loves) and banished my mom to the kitchen for good effect (his theory was that she balanced the cosmic order better from the kitchen).

At the auspicious hour (an hour before the match as decided by the “Rahu-Kaal”) my dad switched on the T.V., to the familiar buzz of no transmission of the good old DD days. My dad’s mates soon joined us. No sooner had the match started that the quiet optimism of the afternoon turned into a sombre reality check. The menacing West Indian bowlers were battering our batsman on a green Lord’s wicket on a typically dull English morning. By lunch the grown ups began drowning their anticipated disappointment in pints of lager and my mom’s exile to the kitchen ended partly because my dad realised the futility of the exercise and partly because we were hungry. Meanwhile I was wondering what the fuss was all about. I kept telling anyone who cared to listen that 183 was a perfectly reasonable score and if they could get us out so could we(Ignorance must’ve been bliss).

When Sandhu bowled Greenidge shouldering arm to one that nipped back the down the famous lords slope I was the novice no longer, I was a soothsayer.

And then we won. I felt the strange magic in the air that happens once in a lifetime. It surely must be love. A mixture of hope, joy, apprehension and excitement that triggers a heavenly reaction in your body.

Date:	2004-08-02 09:12
Subject:	Move
Security:	Public
Mood:	tired
Music:	B.B.King and Eric Clapton-Riding with the King

I moved to a new apartment this weekend. Quite an inauspicious start as india lost to sri lanka. My dad called up from Madras to say as much. This week is going to be very busy as i get down to unpacking. It is amazing how much junk you can accumulate over the years. even a move from Bombay to gurgaon couldn't get rid of it probably as my company was paying for the relocation and i was too lazy to sort out the desirable junk from the undesirable variety.
The new house seems OK, a bit bombay-ish but I am used to that. In fact there is a chai-cigarette walla just 10 yards from my apts, which i used to miss in my previous house.

Date:	2004-07-30 11:03
Subject:	Superheros
Security:	Public
Mood:	nostalgic
Music:	Suifyana

Watched Spiderman-2 recently and while the movie was quite timepass i found myself drifting back to my childhood days in Andamans and my brush with superheros.

We used have a maths teacher called Ramamurthy. he was quite a brilliant teacher and more than a bit weird. Once in a while he would go into this spells of pure unadultrated lunacy. e.g. he once rode his moped right into the classroom. His antics were mostly harmless till he discoverd "Superman". Aparently he had got hold of this superman comic from somewhere and started fantasizing about being superman. Unlike most of us he did not rest on his fantasies and got a superman outfit stiched in from Madras. then in those spells he would ride around the town in his moped wearing this familiar blue and red outfit. When he climbed the tallest buildings in Port blair threatening to fly off from there, people got seriously worried and he was kept under observation and treatment till he seemed OK again.

Things back to normal with him back in schol teaching with zest, then one fine day someone handed him a letter to give it to someone who was flying to Madras as he was going towards the airport. He was running late and he decided since the man cannot do it it is a job for superman. he put on the suit jumped on to the moped and off he went to the airport. By the time he reached the airport the plane was already taxiing bu that did not deter superman he rode his moped right on to the runway chasing the the disappearing plane.

Three things resulted from that episode. he was put into a mental institute for a long time, we lost a great maths teacher and the security of the airport at Port Blair improved dramatically.

Date:	2004-07-26 11:49
Subject:	Move on
Security:	Public
Mood:	drained
Music:	Pearl Jam - 10

Sunday bought a disappointing end to a disappointing week. India lost tamely to pakistan in colombo and I finally gave up trying. but life goes on...there would be other matches and other girls