And finally, I enter the T20 league

I finally turned 20 years young on 14th April (I share my b'day with Umar Gul, and it's Ambedkar Jayanti, and Titanic sank on 14th April, 1912. Hah!)

That means only 5 years to get married \:D/ :D Yippeee!! :D

This was my best birthday ever, since most of the people remembered my birthday (only one friend didn't wish me this time)

I got terrific gifts, specially from my blogger friends, which shows how much my life has changed, since my previous birthday.

My joint shit-ers gave me the cutest gift ever in our joint blog (They actually put the template as pink!! I mean. There are boys in there, and pink?? :D :D :D)

Multimenon wished me in his post, which was damn sweet. =) =)

Peter made me 2 collages which was damn cute again (with some pink in it again :D Bichara must seriously be in the 'pink' of his health now :P)

Loads and loads and loads of bloggers wished me, and a very big Thank you to them =)

My college friends and school friends gave me awesome gifts and my family gave me a card. My sister sent 3 e-cards =)

Devastated for missing out on IPL till exams get over.

I actually don't have time to post, so I just wrote a by the way post. Yeah, it's exam time again. Just a note to all my blogrolled people that exams are the reason why your blogs are deprieved of my wise comments these days :P

Will be back to Planet blogspot on 2nd May.

P.S- Boring post, naa? :P Kya karein. Corporate Law did this to my brains (Yes, I'm a law student. 6th semester. And hopefully will climb to 7th semester if you wish me good luck and mannat mangofy for me :P)

13th April '08. 11:43 p.m.

I was watching Titanic sink along with my sister. Tears rolled down my cheeks as Rose smiled and tried waking Jack when the rescue boat came. Jack didn't wake up. Jack was gone. My sister said, "It's okay, Jack will come back alive." But I couldn't stop crying. Why couldn't Jack climb on the board where Rose was lying down? Why did Jack have to die? Why ??I was just brushing my tears away when my cell phone burst into loud music. It wasn't 12, yet, I grumbled into the phone.The birthday wishes continued on and I couldn't see the last
scene where Rose and Jack met on Titanic again.Suddenly an unfamiliar number buzzes loudly. I stared at the number and frowned. I hate
unknown numbers, by the way. I relunctantly cut off whoever was wishing blessings and happiness and blah blah and answered the unfamiliar number."Hey, Happy Birthday!!""Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu" I bubbled with enthusiasm and happily shouted. "But who's this?" I asked."It's Rahul Dravid.""Ohhhh" I gushed. "Oh thanks for wishing yaar.Wat's up?""Your birthday is going to be a great day for us. Yesterday, we defeated South Africa at Green Park, Kanpur, and celebrations are going on since then. Today, I'm flying back to Bangalore to spend time with Samit and his mom.""Ohh" I said dryly at the sound of my sautan. "Cool, What do you reckon about IPL ?""IPL's just money and bang-bang-it's over. But what the heck. Cricket is a business man's
game and no longer a sport. We have to live in this rude reality. I won't be surprised if hardly any youngster takes up tennis or hockey since the money is all in cricket.We can't do anything about it, except try winning each and every match possible. The public won't let us survive if we lose, right?"He laughed ironically.We talked for some more time and then he kept the phone down.

Chuck IPL. Chuck ICL. We just want Team India.

Birthday wish to God: Bring back Indian Hockey team from the dumps.