Sunday, March 28, 2010

Ey, what is this guy?

A couple of days ago, I somehow landed on a Walk the Talk interview with Kris Srikkanth while wasting time on Youtube. I’m not a fan of Walk the Talk because of the show’s annoying host, Shekhar Gupta. In an interview with Kajol, he kept talking about how he was in love with her mother and how he found her sexy. Weirdo. Anyway, the fact that I was watching Shekhar Gupta interviewing Kris Srikkanth highlights how much I had exhausted all my online TV watching options. To my surprise, however, watching the interview wasn’t a complete waste of time.

Gupta asks Srikkanth in the interview what his reasoning was behind his aggressive batting style. I guess it’s something a lot of Indian cricket fans would have wondered during Srikkanth’s days as an opener. Like the man himself admits, “They must have though ‘Ey, what is this guy? Who is this guy?’”

In short, this is basically what Srikkanth says about his batting methods: I would defend if the ball was swinging in. If the ball was swinging away from me, I would go for a lofted shot. I had confidence in my ability to at least clear the mid-off fielder and if I did end up edging the ball, the pace of the bowler would be quick enough to take it over the slip cordon.

This made a lot of sense and so I decided to try it out in the league game that I played earlier today. And it worked brilliantly. It’s amazing how he built his career around such a simple concept.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Slings & Arrows

I watched the first two seasons of Slings & Arrows over my winter break and I fell in love with the show. The clip below, I believe, showcases one of the best pieces of acting television has ever seen.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya

vtv It’s been 20 minutes since I finished watching Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya and I’ve been sitting in the same position ever since taking in the brilliance of the movie. And the character of Jessie.

It took guts, sir. Gautam Menon, thank you.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

A bicycle for two

It was way too cold. And windy. There were two acts that I listened to half heartedly. They were good, no doubt, but I wasn’t there for them. VJ and I inched closer and closer to the stage, height not being on our side. The band serving as the final act for the day was taking its own time getting to the stage but we had a good feeling the wait was going to be worth it.

When Zooey Deschanel finally showed up wearing a red hat, we knew were right. The wait was worth it.

My last semester just keeps getting better and better.

P.S: If you haven't heard She & Him before:

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Curling, you just got beat.

The other day I picked up The Daily Texan to read what they had to say about Scott & Muneezeh winning the Student Government elections. I’m on a roll, btw, when it comes to voting in elections – first Obama and now Scott & Muneezeh. Anyway, while I was scanning the article, I noticed a more interesting article right below it. It was about how there was now an official quidditch league at the university called Texas Quidditch.

The first thing that struck me as kinda impossible to recreate was a snitch. How were these students going to get a flying ball? The article says, “most importantly, the seeker is responsible for catching the snitch — a flag attached to the backside of a neutral-party runner.” ROFLMAO. No, really, ROFLMAO.

The article, which really was ‘The Onion’ worthy, then focused on how bludgers and beaters would work in this setting. “Once a player is hit, he or she has to drop the broom and any ball in possession and run around the hoops three times” They then sit on a swivel chair and are then spun around for a minute and pushed back on to the field of play.

Ok, I made that last part up.

I really shouldn’t mock Texas Quidditch, though. They might finally provide the much needed stimulus that the flying broomstick researchers so desperately needed.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Shaken, not stirred

I’m not known in any circles for being debonair (might have something to do with me not being mallu).  Yesterday, there was a charity event to collect donations to help the victims of the earthquake in Haiti. The event’s Facebook page clearly stated the importance of wearing formal attire and that set off alarm signals in my head for a couple of reasons:

1. I do not possess a suit.

2. I do not know how to tie a tie.

In my 3 and a half years at college, I’ve learnt to survive on Michelina’s Budget Gourmet Homestyle Macaroni & Cheese which I feel is a far greater accomplishment then learning how to tie a tie. So I’m not embarrassed – my troubles might actually inspire the velcro tie industry (if it doesn’t exist already).

I luckily had a blazer to kinda make up for the lack of a suit. Taking care of the tie situation required a little more creativity. I had bought a men’s scarf at Gap last year, much to my friends’ amusement. I knew it would come in use some day, and yesterday was that day. Here is John Krasinksi trying to look like me:

Damn, Emily Blunt just stopped my train of thought.

Ok, I’m back. Getting back to last night, the event was at the Hilton in downtown Austin (that’s right) and it was a stark contrast to how my Friday evenings are usually spent – eating Mirch Masala’s dum aloo with Kawan’s ready made chappathis. Oh, and a glass of Minute Maid orange juice. (Disclaimer: I do not get paid by these companies for including them in my blog post. My blog’s 5 hits/day view count is considered a deal-breaker.) Since this Friday night was unlike most, I probably should have got myself a martini at the bar, just to keep up the appearance that I was going for. I’m sure it would have panned out like this:

Bartender: What can I get you?
Me: A martini, please.
Random hot girl at the bar: I don’t think I’ve met you before. I’m [random hot girl’s name]. You are?
Me: Shekar, Niyantha Shekar.
Bartender: Shaken or stirred, Mr. Shekar?
Me: You tell me.
Bartender: Shaken, it is.
[random hot girl at the bar swoons due to the awesomeness of it all]

What can I say, I dream big.

P.S: My latest article for Nazar –> It’s a short story.