Is it safe?

11 01 2008

Both the American (seppo-s in Oz speak) expatriates returned to Australia on the Monday morning after the Sydney test.

And thought they were entering a war zone. The papers, TV, radio and blogs were all alive. Gunsmoke was everywhere.

Things finally died down around yesterday.

Today one of them cautiously crept around and asked

“Is it safe to come out of the trenches?”

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Nice win

10 01 2008

Nice win today.

En passant and without warning, one of the Aussies at work threw me a squash ball. The reflexes came together to hang on to the one-hander.

I threw it back in the same motion. He grasped, dropped it and caught it on the rebound.

It was with delight that I went

“Typical. You Aussies can’t catch anything unless it is on the bounce.”





The Italians are vindicated

9 01 2008

Amid all the drama surrounding India and Australia in the aftermath of the Sydney test, there’s at least one group feeling vindicated.

The Italians.

They’ve had to wear it for the past year and bit as ‘cheats’ ever since Australia was dumped from World Cup ’06 by Italy.

The second generation Italian in our office came into work, bounced a tennis ball, caught it and went ‘howzzat’ to the true blue Aussies, followed by a “Who’s a cheat now then?”





Pronunciation

6 01 2008

I will leave all the hot air creation apropos the Sydney thriller to those far more capable than I, such as this blog.

I will instead focus on one of my pet peeves which is pronunciation.

 I particularly think those handed the microphone should research the correct pronunciation, as us great unwashed generally tend to take our cues from them. Commendations are due to Ian Chappell (Romesh Kaluwitharana) and Peter Roebuck (Srinivasaraghavan Venkatraghavan) for their punctiliousness.

I will generally try and point out where the transgressions occur, such as this.

Interestingly though the moustaches and lovelies of Sun TV are regularly guilty. Celebrated instances in the past include Sexoslovakia and Shane War-nay. 

And yesterday it was Mike Who-say for Mike Hussey.





If there be a heaven on earth..

4 01 2008

..it would have been the SCG yesterday when Lacchu’s grace brought to mind, among other things, Brearley’s immortal lines about Azhar.

“..if his genius could be bottled, the future of Test Cricket is secure” or words to that effect.

Watching the extended highlights on Foxtel reminded me of two pieces of poetry.

“Mazhai, pala koti thanthi-hal udayadhorr isai-kkaruvi.” Subramanya Bharati.

The bard was listening to the raindrops on his roof when he made the observation about rain being a multi stringed musical instrument.

Lacchu’s bat as a musical isntrument? Not far fetched at all.

Sab kucch dekh liya

tujh ko dekh kar

utthe nahin hain haath mere

is dua ke baad.

A substitution of ‘dekh’ for the original ‘maang’ in Agha Hashr Kashmiri’s original urdu couplet and, batting-wise, I had seen all there was to be seen and I have no desire to see any more after this benediction!





Didn’t know, didja?

3 01 2008

The airwaves and opinion columns are abuzz with the woeful umpiring decisions of yesterday, not least here.

And this blog is fast turning into the ethnic version of Mediawatch.

Listening to Russell Mark discuss this on ABC radio this morning, I was reassured that had the Symonds appeal been turned down in “Delley, Moom-baaai, Calcutta wherever, they would have torn the place down”.

And just in case you are thinking this is a towering, sorry, tubby intellectual like Greg Ritchie passing judgement, no, Russell Mark is none other than Rajyavardhan Rathore’s coach.

He travels often to India, so he knows what he’s talking about.

And just because some of you readers might have been born in India, spent a large portion of your lives there or even travel back regularly doesn’t mean you know the mindset, or indeed the pronunciation, come to think of it.

Listen to Rusty, he knows.





Gut Busters

2 01 2008

A most hilarious piece by the Herald Sun’s Jon Pierik is here.

The Print Edition is titled ‘Gut Busters’ and carries the sub-title, ‘Lazy Indians on strict diet’ and spills the contents of a purported memo by Gloster and King advising the boys to stay away from fried food, chocolate, red meat, mayonnaise, Indian sweets and fizzy drinks.

It also goes on to say they will be allowed one day a week without dietary restrictions. This is accompanied by a picture of a steak and chips laden plate.

Damn, now you tell me!

If by inference, unhealthy food is all they’ve been having before Gloster and King’s penmanship, then it certainly seems to have done a fine job of keeping their waists under 26″.

The Herald Sun is always rushing out sensationalist tripe, however this seems a new low, certainly down there with Anshuman Gaekwad’s infamous ‘they’re on drugs’ claim.

I however have a lot of faith in Pierik. I am sure he will find further depths to plumb.

And as he does, you will hear of it here.