Match 47- Chennai Super Kings Vs Mumbai Indians
Chennai Super Kings innings
Chennai Super Kings: 50 runs in 8.5 overs (54 balls), Extras 5
Drinks: Chennai Super Kings - 56/2 in 10.0 overs (ML Hayden 15, S Badrinath 15)
Chennai Super Kings: 100 runs in 14.3 overs (90 balls), Extras 17
4th Wicket: 50 runs in 37 balls (ML Hayden 28, MS Dhoni 10, Ex 12)
ML Hayden: 50 off 51 balls (3 x 4, 1 x 6)
Chennai Super Kings: 150 runs in 19.1 overs (120 balls), Extras 26
"Orange thoppi Anna" (like my mum said) did it for us again. What a match! When Albie Morkel took the first wicket of Dwayne Bravo, I was like yay!! When Jayasuriya got out, we got more hyper. Then, CSK sort of lost the plot and Duminy(He is SUCH a cutie I say! When the bowler does his run-up, his eyes become all wide and his face screwed up in concentration!! AAH!) showed some fireworks at the end. Target - 149!
Definitely not Mission Impossible. But Kutti(or Parthiv Patel) first-ball duck. Less than 60 runs in the first 10 overs... er... I admit, I did change channels after a point of time. I only started watching after the 15th over, when the target looked gettable. And just when the score board read '27 runs from 18 balls', who comes in but the famous slapper(?!) Bhajji! Singh really proved to be the king for us, and after his lovely over, the score card tilted to our favour...and the rest as they say, is history. Dhoni hit the ball for a four to get the winning runs and yay!! We are into the semi-finals!! 'Aamchi Mumbai'-kars are going back home!!!
Adi adi adi adi nethi adi
Athanai dhisaiyilum suthi adi
nila pandhaye sixer adi
nee adithaal imayathil vetri kodi
Chennai Chennai Super Kings!!!!!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
My blog has over 70 posts now, but there is not even one post on Harry Potter! Beats me!
Anyways, here goes. Everytime I read Harry Potter(and that is a lot of times), I cry when I come to the part where Sirius dies. Seriously. I cry so badly I start to breathe heavy and needs glasses & glasses of water to calm down. (Yeah...you can laugh as much as you want) I dunno why...but Sirius has always been my most favorite character ever since he made his entry in Book 3. I know JK Rowling is a mad mass murderer, but why did she kill Sirius?!?! Just because her mother died when she started writing the series, she made it a point to kill someone all the time. Mental.
But JKR's madness is not the question. Why didn't Harry name one of his kids after Sirius? After all that he's done for him, after all that he's gone through for him, you'd think it would be natural for Harry to name one of his kids after Sirius. When you can have a James Potter and Lily Potter back again...and ofcourse, Mr. Albus 'Snivellus' Potter, WHY not Sirius Potter?! Or at least Albus Sirius Potter?! Definitely, Sirius deserves more than Snivelly.
Maybe Blood IS thicker than water. At least, he wasn't named Alverus.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Yooooohoooooo! Eet ees raining here!! Feels sooo good!
Only today, I was telling Bumboo how dumboo my life is, as of now. Stuck at home doing nothing, and not even feeling like doing anything, is definitely a curse after a week. Trust me. When I was just wondering why I'm being a lazy bum...after three years of madness in MOP, I shouldn't be, I can't be this vetti...Lo! the rain god pours!! If it can rain this hard in May, in Chennai, then anything can happen, right?
I went out, got some rain drops on my hands, waved at everybody else who peeped out to watch the rain, and screamed! I wrote a letter to Jori (the last letter I wrote was over 6 months ago, at the least!), added a picture postcard, a few FBs and wrote the address on it. Letter writing is such a beautiful process, and it gives you something to look forward to. I knew I was missing it, but only when I wrote a letter today, I realized how much I missed it. Now, my room is all messy with papers and postcards and what not strewn on the floor, the weather is awesome, I've added one more post to my at-the-verge-of-extinction blog, and I'm now going to have chilled Mango Milk shake...! What else can I say but 'Jingalala Hoo Hoo!!!!' (Copyright: Supraja Sankaran, Kilpauk, Chennai-10)
Monday, May 11, 2009
Perambur bridge is coming up... apart from being a good poll tactic in our constituency, the bridge also has made a lot of changes in the locality, most annoying change being the shift of the bus stand. So, my 2 min walk from my house to the bus stand is now almost a 15 min walk. Once when I was getting back home from a really crowded 29 C (no surprises there!) and through the dark subway, and waiting to cross the really busy road, this person comes up to me. Looks at the phone in my hand and says, "Cell phone ku Tamil la enna theriyuma ma?" Me being the proud tamil-speaking-tamilian, said "ulaa pesi". He just gave me a I-knew-these-people-don't-know-anything kind of expression. I went, "sel pesi? sellida pesi?" etc etc. He said, "Illa ma. Vera peru iruku. Yosichu naalaiku sollu. Naan ingaye dhaan irupen". The next day, I couldn't find him there. He was a traffic cop. I still don't know what the "Vera peru" is.
Preparation for Jhankar is a really tedious process. It is worse than the performance itself, if you know what I mean. Especially the travel. When you have to wake up early in the morning, catch a crowded bus to the "spitting zone"(Copyrights: Deepti "Bumboo" Menon. All rights reserved), you are already starting to wish you knew WHY exactly you are doing it. But, as such, when you are thoroughly jobless, looking back at the (already) good ol' college days, you probably think they are worth it. One fine day, when we were getting back, and I was pretty enthusiastic about the whole "Jhankar thing", I started doing all these weird mimicrys of film actors and discussing plots for "mock awards". This person behind us started enquiring what college we were from, and giving us ideas(Bumboo was giving this what-is-going-on look). He also said, "Naan kooda college padikum podhu kavidhai ellam ezhuduven ma. Eppavum edhavadhu competition poitu dhaan irupen. Indha velaiku vandhapram onnuthukum nerame illa. Janangolada oriyaadhathaan time iruku". He was a...yeah, you guessed right... bus conductor.
Our street had a garbage collector called Solomon who used to sing everyday when he collected garbage. He was such a happy man, it made you feel real good to see someone singing and smiling at everyone, in the morning.
Some people like their work. Some people don't. Some change...some lose their identity...some discover themselves.
(Mind voice: Indha peelosapy ellam vela kedachuduku apparam! Ippa poi IPL paaru :P)