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If the 6 in a row by Yuvraj Singh and the nail biting thriller at Kingsmead today against Australia were not enough to get Indians stick their hearts out on the edge, then wait till the final showdown of the 20-20 International Cricket World Cup on Monday, September 24th.

After the miserable return in the World Cup this past year, Team India has found a renewed energy and the young guns of India have maintained their nerves throughout. I was especially impressed listening to our captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni after the match today. The guy is only 26 but speaks like a captain - like the captain of an international professional team. His spirit is unstoppable. I had missed out on watching a lot of cricket all my years in college, but now I am back on the scene and boy, its looking good! Sure, there were times in these matches where India looked like it was pushing its luck, but the boys maintained their strength and now are into the final.

Its after many years that India and Pakistan will play in a World Cup Final. What more could cricket fans across the globe ask for? Rise back from the ashes for both teams, the underdogs now the favourites in this 20-20, and a rivalry almost unmatched. Monday is sure going to be a thriller final for the first 20-20 World Cup.

Speaking of the 20 overs, I am quite liking them. I wonder if 20 over one-days are now going to be the trend? They are fast paced thrillers and are packed with a punch. Short and sweet! Not so great for the slow batsman who picks up after a few overs on the pitch but if we are getting chakke pe chakka then I am not complaining. Also, one slogan that has been popping up everywhere all across India, in all the matches is Chak De! India. If movies and sports are what it takes to bring the nation together and forget all their communal woes then yes, Chak De! India!

Unfortunately, I will be at work on Monday but sure will be following the match online. We used to always say, world cup naa jeete to chalega, but Pakistan ke aage to jeetna hi hai! And when world cup and win against Pakistan mean the same thing, then let the match begin!

P.S: found this hilarious piece about the Flintoff-Yuvraj tussle.

Happy Independence my beloved country and to all Indians across the world! I might not have hoisted a flag high up in the air like I wanted to, I might not have joined in the local independence day parade like I wanted to, and I might not have worn a shirt that adorned the Indian flag but I had in me the joy, the pride, and the spirit of a nation called India!

Did I mention I also watched a movie that is very much like our country. Not completely flawless, or nothing really extraordinary, and yet you can’t help but love it and root for it. Continue Reading »

It was the summer of 2005 when I had visited di and jiju in Bangalore. Although I had been there before, this new Bangalore was nothing like it was in the winter of 1999. So much had changed in those years. The traffic, the people, the malls, the roads, the food…

The food! Ah! I was at the popular mall “Forum” one afternoon. Di and I had just finished watching Dus at PVR. Her little one was mighty troubled at not being fed for three hours, so she sat at a table in the food court and pulled that Gerber jar out. I left the happy ma and beta jodi in search of something to soothe my palate! As if my stomach growl was heard all the way in Gujarat, B called.

Me: Hello?
B: Hi sweetie! Whats up?
Me: I am hungry!
B: You wont believe it but I was about to snack on something. Am hungry too!
Me: (a little aloof, checking the menus out) yea okay
B: by the way
Me: uh huh…
B: one of my friends just got back from Bangalore and he said he had had something at a restaurant there that was real yummy. I tasted it and it was too good!
Me: (still checking the menus) What was it? Food? Dry hoga…it lasted through the journey?
B: arrey two hour plane ride…ofcourse it lasted
Me: oh okay
B: why dont you get it when you come here
Me: umm sure whats it called?
B: it was something like khormakala
Me: WTH? I have never heard of it..what in the world is it.
B: well its like a mixture of bhel and vada pav
Me: MF hussain ka abstract art suna tha…yeh abstract dish kahaan se?
B: no no its a Bangalore specialty..actually more kannada specialty, you HAVE to get it…ask your di..she must know for sure.
Me: where can I get it?
B: Now if I knew that wouldnt it get it myself?
Me: (a little too hungry) okay okay will get it..gotta order food now, I am really hungry! bye love ya

And thus began the search for this food item.I asked di and jiju, they had never heard of it: “we have been here only for a short time, must be some authentic dish…sorry dont know” Asked around in a few restaurants, but all in vain. For the first time, B had asked me to get something for him and I was not able to find it. Frustrated and sad, I called him.

Me: Honey, I just cant find it. Actually, I must have mis pronounced it..what is it called again
B: Khormaakaala…thats how its said.
Me: I cant find it..
B: (in a sulky tone): its okay…now you cant find it..so you cant..I have never asked you for anything before…just this one thing. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

And the sky came crashing down on me. The Punju had for the first time asked me to get something and I couldnt get it!

The day of my departure from Bangalore:

B: (excited) I am sure yuo musta gotten khormakala for me. You are just making it up so that you can surprise me
Me: Nahi sachi, I couldnt find it.
B: whatev, we will see when you get here

In Ahmedabad, after the best Pav bhaji ever!

B: so now for the grand finale, how about you muster up the khormakala. I am sure you will like it too.
Me: (teary eyed) I tried! I swear I tried but I couldn’t find it. I never got the chance to go to any specialty stores either. I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry! Give me another chance. I will call up my friends who are actually from Bangalore, they will know for sure. I am SOOOOOOO sorry.
B: (looking away) Yea sure. Your friends will get it for me or what.
Me: Don’t be so mean. I said I am sorry. I tried. What the heck is khormaakaala anyway!

B did not say anything. We spent the whole day together. Him sulking and me feeling guilty about not being able to bring back this one thing he asked for. We spent the evening at Kankaria lake, joking, the tension finally subsiding. After a good joke when both of us laughed till we almost cried, I said.

Me:I am still sorry about khormakala. If you tell me what it was like I am sure I will be able to make it for you. What is khormakala?
B: (with a straight face) My love, khormakala is nothing compared to your love.
Me: No but I still want to know. I can make it for ya someday
B: (sighing) well if you MUST know! khormakala happens to be a figment of my imagination.

OH MY GOD!(imitating Janice from FRIENDS) You are dead the next time you mention khormakala!

B is still paying for it. Everytime there is or will be a conflict about where to go eat out, he will be reminded of the khormakala that never was.