The week of wrong results

It started with that dreadful World Cup semifinal.. How often do we have our top 3 batsmen gone for less than 10? How often do we have Dhoni staying almost till the end (with 30 off 15 required) and we still lose? How often is there a direct hit from that strange angle and that distance? The probability of all this happening simultaneously is probably 1/1000 if not less.. and NZ won with those kind of odds. This hurts so much because this Indian team is better than any other team we have ever had.

Federer's semifinal win against Nadal indicated that perhaps God could still redeem himself. And it felt like that until the 8-7, 40-15 in the 5th set. Then the worst happened. A combination of Federer's bad luck and Djoker's solid determination let that 5th set slip away when it was least expected. It would hurt much less if Federer wasn't the better player that entire match including all the 3 sets that he lost.. read the following on a blog, and couldn't agree more, at least at this point.

Could Federer be known MORE for the following stat in his career than ANY other? Should be?

8-7, 40-15?

After all, he was minutes removed from his 38th birthday, defeated red hot Nadal and extended a red hot Djokovic to five sets - and almost won No. 21. And these clowns are five and six years younger................

The wife tells me there is enough in life to worry about and none of this affects us in any way, so why bother. And, she is right. Yet, this loss still hurts and it is perhaps going to hurt for some more time. The only chance at redemption is by getting Federer to win US open (preferably by beating both Nadal and Djoker), and maybe Australian open too..

After all, one cannot deny that in terms of skill and beauty of the game, Federer is miles ahead of both, and while determination and attitude should be rewarded, there should be a limit to that reward.

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And as if this was not enough, Eng defeated NZ as a result of umpiring blunders and totally stupid rules. 

Some of Myra's gems

I was looking at the old pages of this blog and the many stupid posts that didn't get published, and the many other stupid posts that got published and then removed. It was a lot of fun and there is no reason to stop. As much as I have wanted to all these years, it seems very unlikely that I will be able to revive this blog because writing seems like a lot of effort, and publishing seems even more so. Every few days, I feel like writing something, and then once that moment is gone, the thoughts become so hazy that it feels better left unsaid. But, it is worth trying..

What better than recalling some of Myra's gems. She is 3 right now, but most of these are from 6 months to a year ago..

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We usually stop her from this or that telling her that she can do this when she grows old enough. And one day, when she was playing in the park, she wanted me to join her on one of the slides. I would normally oblige but there were other kids, and so I told her it is meant for kids, and I cannot join. So, she goes "Jab aap chhote ho jaoge, tab aap mere saath jhoole pe chadhna" :)..

Indeed, how is she supposed to know how our appearance changes with time

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I noticed crayon marks on one of the walls and asked her why she did that and remarked that she has been a bad girl. Her reply, "Nahi papa, main bad girl nahi hoon. Ye maine kal kiya tha, main kal bad girl thi. Aaj to bad girl nahi hoon"

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Her grandpa often tells her, "Myra ke paas to itne saare toys hain, kabhi Papa le aate hain, kabhi tauji, kabhi chachu.. teri to mauj hai"..

And as if she was waiting for a comeback and found her opportunity one day. She looks at dadu's drawer and says "Dadu, aapke paas to kitni saari dawai hain.. teri to mauj hai"..


Rest for the next post -- hopefully with a shorter time gap