so yet another week's work will be brought to test by the desk. they will ridicule, bitch, complain, crib. about us. the reporters. i think it's a divide meant to be for some strange reason that i will never figure out.

but for me, i am too happy to say anything..India Won!! after 22 long years. Dravid's the man.

celebrated with a haircut. i remember haircuts as a kid were traumatising after a certain point. especially when your dad makes you sit alongside your brother at the barber's and get the same haircut. sometimes shorter. at the end of the haircut, i would leave with tears streaming down my eyes, with my dad still complaining about the length. would come back home, yelling and then sulking, about the length. now it's they who sulk about the length, or rather the lack of it.

there is finally a nip in the air!!