August 30, 2005
BHASMA ho jaoge
Game 2 of the now famous Bhasma Series. August the 28th, 2005. A hot day and a 30 over a side game. A loud call for lots of water. A scorching field. A pair of dark glasses. Two MRI balls. A cement pitch. A floppy hat. A pair of stumps. A willow bat. About 26 eager young men....and the making of history.
August 26, 2005
Hello, anyone?
Does anyone read this blog anymore? I know, I know, should write more often. Recently, I managed to install a mysql server, php and mediawiki on the burning hydrocarbon. The net result can be found here. Actually, in Debian, it all comes down to a few apt-get install statements, a little googling and your all set. Mediawiki can also actually render Tex, hmmm, so its actually pretty kewl to post your research without any excessive work.
August 22, 2005
Morse and SMS
Wow, two posts in a day. I am sitting in a CAEN lab, thats a computer lab in the U of M and I hear a phone beep like when you receive a message. It went beep-beep-beep-bah-bah-beep-beep-beep. Now I have been learning morse and that sounded like morse. So the beeping became ... -- ...
That in morse stands for SMS. Pretty ingenious eh?
That in morse stands for SMS. Pretty ingenious eh?
High Scores, High Tempers
Its an old english game called cricket. Supposed to be played peacefully over a period of 5 days while drinking some english tea, it has been morphed into a highly charged smashing sport. Here the saga of yesterday, the Thrashes finale. The series played over the five previous weekends had till now been success and with the series tied at 2-2, it promised to be a contesting final. A few more senior people turned up for this match starting allegations of unbalanced teams. As history has shown, supposedly weaker teams have consistently won over the teams with big players. But this was the just the start of things to come.
The match started with a few tempers frayed, but it wasn't that bad, been there, done that before and I wasn't too worried. You must have heard the phrase catches win matches, and thats very true, as it got repeated today, but heres the new ones, catches dropped raises temperatures in the head. We dropped seven catches a big hitter and he consequently went on to make a half-century. During that period, hair was pulled, people were screamed at and near fights ensued. Standard cricket affair. However somewhere down the line, the fielding side effort decreased, which is a greater cause of worry. With statements like, "They are hitting sixes, how do two runs matter?", the morale went down like me on a water slide. The innings finally over, some more screaming ensued and we had to hold two big people apart. My arms still ache, ouch! Finally the things cooled off and we figured out that we needed to chase 169 of the allotted 25 overs. This after we had restricted them to only 36 in the first ten. I believe they made 102 of the last 9 overs.
Our start was slow but steady. We started at 3 and over and gradually nudged it over 5 an over. Wickets fell regularly, but somehow I managed to hang on to one side, not to mention about 4 dropped catches for me as well(Please refer to someplace above). Then came one over which went like this: 4,4,4,2,2,6 and we were back in the game. Within striking distance atleast. My careless running on an overthrow got me runnout. But the big bang was yet to come. JP with a h, hit a magnificent half-century in half the balls and we were home with 5 balls to spare. A true Herculean effort. As for me, I made a docile 63 of 47. With all the action and 4 half centuries in the match, this will be one to remember....or to be forgotten.
The match started with a few tempers frayed, but it wasn't that bad, been there, done that before and I wasn't too worried. You must have heard the phrase catches win matches, and thats very true, as it got repeated today, but heres the new ones, catches dropped raises temperatures in the head. We dropped seven catches a big hitter and he consequently went on to make a half-century. During that period, hair was pulled, people were screamed at and near fights ensued. Standard cricket affair. However somewhere down the line, the fielding side effort decreased, which is a greater cause of worry. With statements like, "They are hitting sixes, how do two runs matter?", the morale went down like me on a water slide. The innings finally over, some more screaming ensued and we had to hold two big people apart. My arms still ache, ouch! Finally the things cooled off and we figured out that we needed to chase 169 of the allotted 25 overs. This after we had restricted them to only 36 in the first ten. I believe they made 102 of the last 9 overs.
Our start was slow but steady. We started at 3 and over and gradually nudged it over 5 an over. Wickets fell regularly, but somehow I managed to hang on to one side, not to mention about 4 dropped catches for me as well(Please refer to someplace above). Then came one over which went like this: 4,4,4,2,2,6 and we were back in the game. Within striking distance atleast. My careless running on an overthrow got me runnout. But the big bang was yet to come. JP with a h, hit a magnificent half-century in half the balls and we were home with 5 balls to spare. A true Herculean effort. As for me, I made a docile 63 of 47. With all the action and 4 half centuries in the match, this will be one to remember....or to be forgotten.
August 16, 2005
A little back in form
.....and we have a website. Finally stringing up some good scores again. After a long draught of getting out for a low score after being settled in nicely, I am in the runs again. Not as an opener, but just below at the number one position. Have being playing that position for the last week or so and here are my scores. 23(24), 40(36), 46(45) in the previous 3 innings. Today was at 10 of 16 when a very short ball which I could have hit anywhere got caught at the boundary. Right at the edge. Well theres always tommorow. The second small match I made a duck trying to hit out first ball. Again at the boundary. Now comes the interesting part. In the three matches which I scored well, we lost and the last two with my low scores, we won. Now does that make me someone we all know?
