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Sourav Chandidas Ganguly - Contribution of Epic Proportions

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 14:53:00 +0000

Thank You ..... for being a magnificent player...for success...for trails and tribulations....for courage and conviction...

Dada....as you walk away with your head held high.....v know that You did it Your Way and Indian Cricket is better for it.

Goodbye Gilly....

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 07:48:00 +0000

Goodbye Gilly..................... Cricket will Miss You !!! Thank You for all the MAGIC.

P.S. See you in the IPL.

The Indian Wedding Season

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 11:30:00 +0000

Gone-Soon (we hope) WeddingIts wedding season in India and I'm Gulti.

*waits for laughter to die down*

I don't understand The Great Indian Wedding (TM). Come to think of it, I don't understand marriage at all. But since this is the season of The Great Indian Wedding, I'll stick to ranting about The Great Indian Wedding.

Weddings are supposed to be ceremonies and occasions where two people celebrate their love and union. What absolute bullshit romanticist baap.

A wedding is an occasion used to "celebrate" a date that one out of the two people involved will try to forget for every single year of their married life. It is also an occasion to celebrate the date that one partner will forget ever year, leading the other partner to not give the first partner Sex.

The wedding is an occasion to "celebrate" one's bondage to another person for life. To celebrate this occasion, first, the two people in question walk around a fire until seven rounds are complete, or they get dizzy, whichever comes first. Other people wear suits that were made six years ago and feel a bit tight around the armpits, and watch them take these rounds. Then, to celebrate further, they fling coloured rice at the couple. If you're lucky, one bit gets the bride in the eye and she bleeds to death. If you're unlucky, she just bleeds and lives and the ceremony is stretched further.

Then, to celebrate further, the couple stands on a stage for roughly 321423234 hours with a "Look Batman, I am The Joker" smile stuck on their face, while they shake hands with half the population of Guatemala, whom they have never seen before and will never see again.
Then these people eat free food and go home to bitch about how crap the food was. Twats.
Me? I'm practical. I've told my parents straight off; Gulti or no gulti, I'm not getting married. Why on earth would I put a woman through the torture of being married to me?! I've told em they can have the mehendi, the sangeet, the reception, the party, everything.
Let's just skip that insignificant little formality of "marriage" that comes in the middle of all those functions eh?

You're invited. All of you.

I will however dropkick the grandmother of the first person to ask me to pose for a smiling picture.

P.S. My mom was telling me all your cousins are getting married and i for one insane moment has the devil himself sitting on my tongue and i replied "What does that tell you mum".......awwwwwwww

Keeping The Faith....

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 08:48:00 +0000

To say am disappointed would be an understatement, similar to every ardent Indian cricket fan...am shattered..heartbroken....

but everythings not lost....... many people come up to me and say "what happened now...India Lost...Bloody Losers etc etc..."

but nothing has changed from my prespective.....true it wasn't the best of days for Indian Cricket.... Yes, Indian Cricket is looking down the barrel.... on the verge of plunging itself into an Abyss........... Still...am all for the Indian Cricket Team... my support for the Men in Blue remains true and unconditional.

For all those doubters..... u can only criticize if u have the heart to Praise.... ITS EASY TO LOSE YOUR WORD...NOT AN EASY TASK TO "KEEP THE FAITH".

As the Greeks called upon Achilles to fight for them in the Trojan War. I call upon my Cricketing God to restore everybody's faith in Indian Cricket and save us from public Ignominy, and bring back the Glory days for Indian Cricket.

We don't want to see the genius... the artist... We want the Dasher.... The Cricketing beast within to reign supreme.

P.S. Come this Saturday, i believe my belief in Indian Cricket will not be shaken...... i believe the Sun will shine out the brighter... the sun will shine out the clearer... Hope still remains.

Feelingggg Good...

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 17:23:00 +0000

So, moving on to brighter topics. The 10 simple pleasures of life.. Okay I am going to name 15 cuz I’m in a good mood, and I deserve to be happier than most. Hmm.. well, here goes :

1) Getting to sleep in late, tucked in a warm cozy quilt on an unexpected holiday, or just bunking first period sometimes.

2) Rain. Just getting wet. Playing cricket. Going on walks. In the rain.

3) Having a crush.

4) Favourite songs playing on the radio/on the tv/anywhere out of the blue.

5) Out of the blue compliments.

6) Catching up with old friends on long distance calls, or long, unplanned chats, or night outs..yeah baby - movies, heart to heart talks, looong night outs.

7) Long, hot showers.

8) Seeing your name in print.

9) Perfect weather, perfect company, long drives.

10) Unexpectedly feel good movies. Or watching reruns of your favourite feel good movies with your favourite company beside you.

11) Talking laaate into the night with the perfect somebody.

12) A warm hug. A kiss. From someone you love.

13) Awesome food.

14) Surprisingly good results/high attendance.

15) Sweet dreams.

When Zizou Head Butted the World Cup...!!

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 12:27:00 +0000

Dear Zizou

The headlines were asking this everywhere, so I'll ask now.
Why?

I have a dirty habit. I often think up blog posts about an event before it actually happens; a head start, so to speak. While Shakira and Wycleff were up there on stage gyrating, I had it all planned out in my head.

There was a post about the beauty of sport, the glory of it. I'd thrown in a bit about emotions and something about sport as a panacea. My personal favorite part was the one about how this World Cup's been like a movie; Two embattled teams, one reeling under the allegations of match-fixing and the other marching back from a nightmare slump that saw them sink to the worst title defence in the history of the tournament, those two teams coming together, against all odds, to play this epic final game at the very place Hitler desecrated by his very presence and Jesse Owen consecrated by his.

Heck, I even threw in a rousing finale about those two teams standing there at the start, thousands of people in the stands, millions, no, billions of people across the world watching and how players managed not to be over-whelmed by the occasion.

And now here I am, writing this piece of emo tripe instead. So I'll ask again, not as an accuser, not as somebody demanding an explanation, but just as a guy bringing you a stiff drink and asking you if you want to talk about it.

Why man, why?

Before the final , a friend asked me who I was rooting for. You want to know who I was rooting for Z? Argentina. But hey, we all know what happened to them, so I said "You know what, I'm not really *rooting* for anyone because I like both teams so I'm just looking forward to a good game." "Nah" said my friend. "That's not how it works. Say I put a gun to your head and said you had to choose. Then what?" In that case, I said, France. I mean, Allez and all that right? You know why I said France?Because I figured if I had to choose, I may as well choose to see Zinadine Zidane's last hurrah.

And here we are now, at the end. You played a beautiful game man, you were good... you were fucking Disco.

And then, right before my eyes, my proposed post on the glory of sport turned into one about the folly of rage. To nick (and bastardize) what Steve Waugh told Herschelle Gibbs at the Cricket World Cup of 1999, "you just head-butted the world cup son."

How'd it feel? Did you hear a rib break? More importantly, did you hear the heartbreak? What a career you've had man, what a career. You're damn near peerless, if France wanted an Olympic gold medal at the 100 meters dash, all they have to do is enter your name in the event and put a ball in front of you at the starting line, you're just that sort of talisman.

I'll get the crucifixtion out of the way; I don't know whether you lost France the World Cup, I don't know how it would have gone down with you still in the game and I sure as hell don't think I've seen a stupider move in my life.

And now the friendly hug; you had a bad moment. Its ok, you'll live. Sure, you picked pretty much the worst time in the world to have that moment, but yeah, you had a moment. One of those where the brain goes into temporary shutdown, the emotion gets insane, and you did what you did. S'ok, we've all been there. Ok, so not THERE as in the Olympiastadium in Berlin at the World Cup final, but we've all had our meltdown moments.

I'm not going to lie to you. We're going to debate this one at coffee houses and bars, we're going to get drunk and call you the filthiest expletives, we're going to tear you to pieces. Just, you know, try not to take it personally.

Because you're still the man. Because for that one horrible moment, you've given us a billion beautiful ones. Because you're Zizou. I'm just sorry you blew your last hurrah. Now if only we could know why.

Yours sincerely.
Krishna.

P.S: Stripping away the consequences, ramifications and stupidity of the moment, I have to give you one thing. As a one on one, guy versus guy thing... that was pretty fucking badass. Get yourself a copy of the replay and check out the look on his face as he goes down. I hope you followed up with the French version of "How do you like THEM apples...bitch."

P.P.S: I also forgot to tell you, dear Z, that after France lost, a friend of mine who was supporting Italy made fun of me. I did the mature thing and head-butted the fucker in the chest. You got a red card for your efforts, I got a chilled Bacardi Breezer. (And, I think, a mild concussion)

Because I'm that bored.

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 08:44:00 +0000

Because I'm *that* bored.

Name: KrishnaNickname(s): Mojo Jojo, KC,Krishy ,Chaitu,lambu, *insert favorite expletive*

Single or Taken? *grin*
Sex: Male.
Birthday: Dec 11th, every year.
Blood group: O +
Sign: Sagittarius. Or however the hell you spell it.
Siblings: 2 brothers
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Black\
Shoe size: 11/12. I donno, this shoe-size business is DAMN confusing.
What are you wearing right now? Black shirt, Blue jeans, Sneakers.
Where do you live? Hyderabad.
Have You Ever:-given anyone a bath? No.
bungee jumped? No.
broken the law? Mmm hmm.
made yourself throw-up? Yup!
gone skinny dipping? Nope
been in the opposite sex's bathroom? Nope
eaten a dog biscuit? No
put your tongue on a frozen pole? Yup
broken a bone? Yes
played truth or dare? Yes
been in a physical fight? Yes
been in a police car? Yup!
been on a plane? Yes
been in a hot tub? Yes
swam in the ocean? Nope
fallen asleep in college? What else did I pay the fees for?!
Cried when someone died? Yes.
Flashed someone? UMMMM!
Lied? Nope. Dammit, did it again.
Laughed so hard you fell off your chair? Yes.
Sat by the phone all night waiting for a call? Yes
Saved e-mails? Yes
wished you were someone else? Yes
wished you were a member of the opposite sex? Nope.
Been rejected? 'Course...
used someone? Ummmm
been cheated on? Hmmmm... dunno. Not that I know of.
Done something you regret? Yes.
First Thing That Comes to Mind:-
Yellow: Traffic lines
Blue: Water.
Happy: Money
Autumn: Leaves.
Cow: Cheese.

Have you ever had:-

chicken pox? Yes.
sore throat? Yes
cold? Yeah.
stitches? Yes.
bloody nose? No
sex? Unfortunately, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Do you:-

believe in love at first sight? Ask myself that every time a pretty girl smiles at me. enjoy parks? Yeah.
like picnics? Yeah. l
ike school? Yeah.
hate anyone? Yeah.

Who:-

is the last person that called you? Vamshi.
makes you laugh the most? Ummmmm
can make you feel better no matter what? Hmmm, good question
was the last person you touched? Mum
you hugged? Mum.
you yelled at? I dooo *not* remember
told you they loved you? Mum.

Do You/Are You:-

like yourself? More often than not, yeah.
dye your hair? Nope.
have piercings below the waist? No. Just... Nooooo.
stolen anything over $50? If you mean RUPEES fifty then yes, if you mean $50, then no.
like ice cream? Chocolate Mousse Royale and Pink Bubble Gum at Baskins, Autumn Dreams at Melting Moments, Titanic at Soft Den, Lewinsky at Havmor.
Which is your favourite flavour? *points up*
like cold coffee? if somebody else pays for it, Love it.
Smoke? No.
have beer? *looks incredulous*
obsessive? Yeah.
Compulsive? Yes.
Depressed? Nope
suicidal? Never.

Random:-

Prized possession: Ummmmmmmmm....Ummmmmm
Last thing you said? "Bloody, book tickets for any god damn movie.
"What is beside you? A Computer, LOTS of papers, my cellphone and one empty chair. Yeah, I'm at Office.
Last thing you ate? Grapes & Bananas.
Are you right handed or lefty? Right
Favourite song: With or Without You, Nothing Else matters, River of Dreams.
Worst thing that has happened to you this year: Year’s just started Machan.

Time started: 3:10 pm.
Time finished: 4:00 pm.

Breaking News....

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Thu, 25 Jan 2007 05:10:00 +0000

Dear Editors of All Newspapers and Dear Producers At News Channels

I would like to congratulate you all on the impending nuptials of your children. I would also like to comment on how amazed I am that all your children seem to be named Abhishek or Aishwariya. They're your children, surely? BECAUSE IF THEY ARENT, I CANT SEE WHY THE FUCK YOU'RE PIMPING THEIR GODDAMED ENGAGEMENT IN YOUR PUBLICATIONS AND NEWSCASTS SO MUCH BECAUSE THE ONLY TIME I'D PIMP AN ENGAGEMENT THIS MUCH IS IF MY OWN KID WERE GETTING MARRIED!!

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for Pooru and SunHairy. But my happiness started diminishing somewhere around the 99th "breaking news" story, you know, the one that went, "BREAKING NEWS: EXCLUSIVE: AISHWARIYA RAI HAS JUST MOVED A FACIAL MUSCLE."

Funny how she can never do that in a movie.

But to be fair to you guys, you haven't forgotten other issues of global importance; you know, stuff that could affect and effectively change the world as we know it... You guys haven't completely forgotten about the issues that REALLY matter.

Like, you know, Shilpa Shetty on Big Brother.

I mean, my GOD. That, that POOR celebrity, stuck there in that big, bad house that's watched by half the United Kingdom! That poor girl, I can't imagine the horror she must be going through; she must be crying herself to sleep every night with one single thought running through her head.

Why the *FUCK* didn't I do this EARLIER?!

Because you could put together every single movie she's ever done, from flipping Mai Khiladi Tu Anaadi to Dus, and they haven't gotten her the sort of mileage this thing has. Why be an international celeb when you can be an international incident instead? Heaven knows her nose is big enough to be an international incident in it's own right.

Special props to the newspaper that ran the headline screaming "SAVE SHILPA!!" I shit you not folks, for one horrible second, I thought Shilpa was a whale that got washed ashore on some beach in Brazil. And then I saw the picture of Shilpa Shetty alongside the story.

And realized it was actually a blue whale that got stuck in the Thames.

I get it, it's difficult to sell papers, it's hard to occupy 24 hours of airtime, so sometimes you've got to play this shit up. It's cool people. I get your dilemna. Don't worry, you could still get lucky.

I mean, maybe Aishwariya and Abhishek will honeymoon in the Big Brother house.

Lest Go Beyond...

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Sun, 21 Jan 2007 18:41:00 +0000

Lets go beyond.

Beyond the ordinary.

Ordinary convenient lives.

Lives - those that we take for granted.

'Grants' and 'approvals' - need to break free.

Free from convention.

Convention is justified only when broken.

Broken Toys, broken hearts, one of the same.

Same ol' streets, same ol' life, but a whole new perspective.

Perspective, another word for individuality.

Individuality, a superficial concept, defied by a few.

Few, the number of times i genuinely enjoy conversations.

Conversations, just don't go beyond cell phones and cars today.

Today, the day after yesterday.

Yesterday, trying to let go.

Go someplace where exists ultimate solitude.

Solitude, unachievable.

PS: ...

What Makes a Man....

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Mon, 08 Jan 2007 11:05:00 +0000

Over the weekend i have been wondering..... What Makes a Man....

is it his Looks... his Clothes....his Education...his Lineage....his Friends... ...

"I think its the Choices he Makes"...

Choices not in what he Chooses...But Choices in how he Decides to End It.

Drinks...On The House...

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 05:41:00 +0000

Yeah, we're here, taking those chances, rolling those dice, fighting fights we'll lose, singing songs we'll butcher.

We're doing it because this is as young as we'll ever be, now is as loud as we'll ever laugh.

Here we are, before whatever and whoever happens to us, before the bets go off and hot hands cool, while the chips are still stacked ok.

Why do we do the stupid thing?

Because today it's ok to let the house win, because snake-eyes can't get you down.

And this is as young as we'll ever be.

Today the piper plays for free, drinks are on me.

And this is as young as we'll ever be

The Pigeon's Last Flight.

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 13:15:00 +0000

He might be no Michael "Whispering Death" Holding

He might be no Malcom Marshall or a Dennis Lille

But by God can he Bowl...... The Best New Ball Bowler of his era..... the best i've seen till date... Role Model Material.

As he plays his last test at the SCG...i hope he bows out with a High.... a 5 for would be a fitting farewell to a man who showed the way many for many budding cricketers.

P.S: Warne's gone.... Mcgrath's out............ Ricky Ponting who is gonna step up to the Plate for U now....hahahahhahahahahahaha

Farewell Warney

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Tue, 26 Dec 2006 16:50:00 +0000

The Greatest Match Winner the world has ever seen….

The Man who inspired a Generation of young cricketers….

The Man who revived the dying art of Leg Spin bowling

Every Captains Dream…

We’ll never see him play Test Match Cricket again….

As the sun sets on arguably crickets most illustrious and probably the most controversial career there couldn’t have been a better farewell to someone who is Larger than Life, a man of Iconic Stature…

On the verge of the phenomenal feat of 700 Test Match wickets…at his beloved MCG.

Cricketer, Champion, Wizard, Icon, Role Model……IRREPLACABLE.

Take a Bow mate….There’ll never ever be another Shane K Warne.

Do we...

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 05:52:00 +0000

I think Alcohol is an excuse

An excuse which a lot of people use to do the things they think they cant do otherwise and get away with it under the pretext of being too bloody drunk

Dont get me wrong

Alcohol is great :)

But do we really need it to be ourselves??

I Think...

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Sun, 12 Nov 2006 16:47:00 +0000

...

I think individuality is way underrated.

I think relationships are simply about relating to people. Not trying to understand, decipher, analyze and define them.

I think if any of us understood what love was, maybe we wouldnt have to talk about it so much.

I think we should stop trying to make things happen and just let things happen to us

I think its silly to plan, fully knowing that things will never turn out the way they were planned

I think excitement is just about not knowing whats going to happen next

I think human beings are slowly forgetting how to be human

I think make up was invented by ugly people- and lipstick doesnt make lips beautiful, it just reveals that theres something ugly underneath

I think we all know who exactly we are- but sometimes, pretending otherwise is more convenient

I think we can all do anything we want

I think marriage is a highly questionable institution

I think celebration should be a way of life- not restricted to occasions, not governed by reason

...

Krishna - -> Eco-Friendly

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Tue, 23 May 2006 19:10:00 +0000

Dear World...

I understand that sometimes you, as a full-flegdged living eco-system, need advice from time to time. That's cool. Really.

I understand that sometimes you feel the need to take it from me. I think thats mildly retarded and you're better off eating your own brains,but hey.

But there is a time and place for everything. And the morning ain't the time. While I'm in bed ain't the place.

Girlfriend ditched you?

Wait till afternoon.

Panicking about exams?

Call me at 6 p.m.

Got shot in the kidney?

You need a doctor, not an agony uncle.

I don't have a problem with offering you advice, even though any advice I offer is liable to compound whatever issue you may have. If your girlfriend broke up with you and you take my advice about what to do, it is quite possibly that your kid brother will die and George Bush will change the American constitution and get a third term as president.

But yet, sometimes, you see it fit to seek my advice. And thats cool. Really.

But after 9am. Really. Or I'll shoot you in the fucking kidney myself.

Twice.

In each one.

Lovingly yours.
Kittu

The Farewell Post....

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Sat, 20 May 2006 07:44:00 +0000

Really Big Farewell Post

Ok. So I lied. I could go on about avalanche of gossip and the ceaseless hugging and "stay in touch" farewell moments. But the truth is, on some level, this was no different from any other farewell any of you have ever been part of.

And this is a good thing. Because I can't think of a better way I would have liked to leave. So, thank you my friends, for friendships to last a lifetime. Thank you for always being my friends, and like I told one of them when I was talking to them, I'm depressed that we all are parting, but I can't think of a better bunch of friends/people whom i'd want holding fort for another 2 years.

Im going to shut my rambling, senti self up now.

In Other News:

There's also something to be said for acclimatizing them to the Indian way of speaking, and the problems that can result from a misunderstanding. For example

Desi: (after gigantic meal, hookah and cold coffee) Oh dude, I'm going to get sexy sleep tonight.

Phiranghi: (narrows eyes) Oye! You aren't getting no sexy sleep from me man!

Chicken fry...Fish fry...Bye Bye Bye

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Mon, 15 May 2006 05:55:00 +0000

sigh... i was attempting to read and then randomly this bappi da song popped into my head and it refuses to go away......

*scene mein* - Bappi da jiggling all his fat and his bling like there is no tomorrow and singing..........

You are my chicken fry......

You are my fish fry..

Kabhi na kehna kudiye bye bye bye.......

*more jiggling*

sigh....

Ho mo jo ko ro bo.....am bored

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Mon, 01 May 2006 20:29:00 +0000

So... I'm bored.

Which got me thinking... video game movies that will never get made:

Minesweeper: The Movie
'Click. Click. Click. BOOM'

The Solitaire Trilogy
'One man's quest to... arrange all the cards according to suit?'

In other news, I met a guy named Jango today. Never thought I'd meet a Jango outside the star wars universe. How bout that? So yeah, I met a Jango today. Bye.

Caress.......

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Sat, 22 Apr 2006 18:46:00 +0000

There’s the sunny corner on my bed, cool white cotton sheets draped lazily. I hold her by the waist and plant a kiss on her ear.

Laugh.

The fragrance of her lithe body suffuses with the fruity scent as i bury my face in her thick hair. Peppermint… i think. My bare warm chest against the cold skin of her bare back. Cheeks against one another.

Nuzzle. Caress. Whisper.

Love you, i murmur.

She smiles. She looks at me. Inky black staring knowingly.

Only the slight lilt of head and shining eyes acknowledge that she’s heard me.

I reach out and flick a stray strand from her face. Trace her facial contours with my fingertips. Upturned nose, softly rounded cheeks, thick lashes, arched eyebrows and mellifluous lips that hold a demure questioning glance that always makes me want to answer …not necessarily with words.

A Goddess.

For the Love of the Game....

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Sun, 16 Apr 2006 18:26:00 +0000

Football is just a game...im just a fan...i love supporting the players i like..i love the spirit...i love how it feels...but sometimes its more than a Game.....

For...!!!

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Thu, 13 Apr 2006 11:58:00 +0000

Thank you dear Lord,

for Love... families.... friends.... life.... for violins.... films.... books..... for fantasy.... myth..... legend..... for imagination.... discovery.... wonder..... for the glories, triumphs and woes of being a teenager.... for the selflessness of motherhood.... for genuine tears.... hearty laughs.... burning passions.... for sticking up for what you believe in.... for having the courage to simply believe.... for people being infuriatingly alive.... for dealing with loss.... for taking refuge in things that are bad for you.... for self indulgence.... for self control.... for routine.... for spontaneity.... for music that fills my ears as I walk the busy streets each morning.... for lazy afternoons.... for shopping trips.... dessert.... starlit nights.... cloudy days.... for that wonderful person/persons waiting for you as you get off the plane.... for beautiful sms's when you least expect them.... for walking on wet grass..... for education.... work.... for 15 minute snack breaks.... friday evenings.... for carrying on.... giving up.... failing.... surviving... rejoicing....for bravery.... fear.... releasing demons.... for hope.... mentors....... friendship.... for photographs.... memories.... dreams....

For everything that gives me the strength to get up each day and face the world in all its devastating magnificence....

Do u have wat it Takes....

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Wed, 05 Apr 2006 11:48:00 +0000

Had Written this down about 18 months ago, and i feel my legions of Fans are entitled to know the Darker side of ME.

Rejoice!

KC is looking for a girlfriend.

Do you have what it takes to be the object of his affection? Can you cook? How sweet is your ass?

What he's looking for:

- Nice ass.
- Nice sized tits.
- Pretty eyes, face, smile.
- An almost abs tummy.
- 5'6"
- Perpetually horny.
- Petite.

What he isn't looking for:

- Easy girls. -- He likes a challenge.
- Communists.
- Manly girls.
- This girl.

So, do you fit the bill? Do you have a friend that just might?

Contact me. Now.

I is for Inzamam.

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Sun, 02 Apr 2006 18:13:00 +0000

Third ODI.

Rameez: So Inzy, disappointed with your performance today?
Inzy: Bismilla-e-rehman-e-rahim. Thank you Allah. Ya the Indian batsman is play very good today. We is try very hard but is not win the game.

Rameez: Any words for Dhoni?
Inzy: Ya Dhoni is play very well. He is hit his shot very hard in our gaps. In start, we is protect our gaps very well. The grass is also thick but Dhoni is split our gaps with his bat.

Rameez: Another ordinary bowling performance?
Inzy: Ya our balls is loose. The bowler is went for many run. Asif is bowled well. Also, after some shots the ball is out of shape. Umpire is not give another ball. It is tough to play with one ball.

Rameez: Dropped catches, did that prove costly?
Inzy: Ya the ball is not stick to our hands. We is practice a lot sticking our bat in our hands. But now we is more practice sticking balls in our hands.

Rameez: Any plans for the next match?
Inzy: Ya India is on top but we is try to bounce on our back. Insha Allah we is play better.

Rameez: All the best Inzy.
Inzy: Thank is you.

Copy paste, you never fail to amaze me.

The Barons of Beer!

noreply@blogger.com (The HIGHlight Reel) — Sat, 01 Apr 2006 18:22:00 +0000

Reports that several members of a notorious terrorist group are headed to Bangalore have the city on edge.DJ Kallu, RJ Dost,and several others, all key operatives of the terrorist outfit "The Barons of Beer" are expected to arrive in Bangalore come this April. Unconfirmed reports also suggest that they may be joined by several others, also nefarious member's of this group.

Security has been tightened at all pubs and bars. "They've ordered an extra nine hundred crates of Beer", a bar owner who wished to remain anonymous was quoted as saying. Parents-groups are holding protest marches and demonstrations outside Police Headquarters, worried about the safety of their daughters. "Yes, I have sent my daughter away to Paupa New Guinea for safety and I'm not ashamed to say it" said one concerned parent.

When asked, Chief Minister J. Joyouslolita agreed "this is the scariest thing we've heard since Mandy Moore, but we are doing all we can to cope with the situation." The Barons are notorious for attacks on bars in Hyderabad. At least 600 bottles of beer were killed in each attack. However, this is the first time they have targeted Bangalore.

S.K.Chaitanya

BBC News
Hyderabad