The Maanga

Apparently, selling oneself isn’t a crime. So, the man writes,

The man looks like a fast bowler. With all due respect to Ajit Agarkar and RP Singh, when you start sprinting in to bowl, you want to be imposing. You don’t want a batsman, dashing for a quick single, to even contemplate the option of crashing into you. Indeed, if Harbhjan Singh ever slaps you, you want him to bounce off and miss ten matches because of a broken hand.

Besides looking the part, Gony bowls the part: he has pace and accuracy, he generates good bounce, and he seems to put a bit of thought into his bowling. He is a big find from the IPL, and c Dhoni b Gony may well be a feature of international scorecards soon.

Gony’s fastest ball in the tournament so far has been 136 Kmph and his average pace typical delivery is around 130 Kmph. No one reads NDTV Convergence, but no one reads The Hindu either.

I don’t know how true this is for other cities — but Madras has an acute shortage of young adults who as students ate cream bun everyday. Braving the April sun, I walked almost an entire kilometer to find cheri gumbal at McRennet eating non cream bun type cakes.

There is a certain class about a well baked cream bun — with its not so smooth edges that gently overflow and yet are well contained within the bun. The cream having distinct railing on it is a mark of the finest from the lot.

I also notice, for some reason, inflation has a perverse impact on class equations. Things that are wonderful are forsaken to the masses who make messes.