You only live once, make the most of it!
The second rain of the monsoon season just began in Karachi, and it is pouring down in all parts of the metropolis. Its early days yet as the denizens will have to wait a few hours before we know how and if we shall get home as is the case in a heavy downpour in…
Ok before everyone starts thinking that this will be my dissertation on who the best playboy bunny was think again. Check out this nifty little letter opener, wouldn’t mind having one of these on my desk!!
“There’s no question about it. Wall Street got drunk — that’s one of the reasons I asked you to turn off the TV cameras — it got drunk and now it’s got a hangover. The question is how long will it sober up and not try to do all these fancy financial instruments.” –George W….
It seems deadpan had aquired quite a lot of baggage along the last year lol, at the moment I am trying to update all the links from the various places the old blog was registered to the new one so bear with me as the ball starts to roll again. Authors please click meta and…
When i was young, which was obviously a long time ago, as my daughter aptly puts it we used to start going quite mad at the 10th of August every year. Trips were made to the nearest flag station which if you are unaware means a makeshift stall setup on the side of the road…
Weft, warp, weave. Fact or fiction? Making a fiction of the facts, or crafting a life to fit the story? Â The fielders are in their brilliant white against the damp tanginess of the green. Wicketkeeper. Four slips. Gully. A buzz as we wait for the bowler to come in. Ball defended. Job done. Again,…
He set the ball rolling with the famous “scaaatland yaard” and now his voice displays the same venom with his call to arms against “General Mushaaaaaraaaaaf” an impeachment to take place of the great general if he does not take a vote of confidence from the newly elected parliment. Do i think the general will…
Watching the twinkling stars fade into a new dawn, Through the frosted glass and sigh… Sleeping forms lay breathing soundly still, Green lights flicker in the dark, steadying against will… Bathed in those harsh flourescent hues, Tired eyes scan the horizon, a sea of blue… The sky is aglow with the first signs of light,…
Harmison. Not KP, but Harmison. His first over has shivers running down my spine. He is completely compelling to watch. Fast, accurate, scary. When Smith is hit by a lethally hard ball, no-one from the England camp even speaks to him. It is reminiscent of the first morning of the 2005 Ashes. And this, I…
Two figures walk in the dark night. The crunch of gravel defies the heavy stillness in the monsoon air. Crawling creepers outline vacant garages, their open doors resonate the echo of crickets in the lush surroundings.. The walls continue, on and on, the empty pitch black panels make them like gaping toothy smiles on the…