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Monday, January 22, 2007
Sarfaraz should know that it is Akhtar who has had an attitude problem, not Woolmer. He should also know that Akhtar has also been at odds with Inzamam in the past and it doesn’t mean that Inzi was conspiring against Akhtar or intended to destroy the Pakistan team. Now, some would say that Inzi won’t intend to do such a thing because Pakistan is his team. Well, Woolmer also calls Pakistan “my team”, and instead of destroying the Pakistan team, he was the one who coached over the team that destroyed the Ashes winning England team last year in Pakistan.
So, it is not right to say that foreign coach will always intend to destroy the team while a native coach or player will not. Native players can also fix matches, nothing new about it. Sarfaraz demanded to remove Woolmer as a coach, and others have also expressed their dislike for foreign “gora” coaches. Is it because they don’t want a foreigner to take up the job position or is it only discrimination and dislike based on nationality or race?
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Thursday, September 14, 2006
I got “mugged” while heading back home from my friend’s place last night at 11:30 PM. I was walking to the bus stop, my “spider-sense” was tingling and warning me not to take the dark, almost lonely service road, instead of the main road. But nooooo, why should I listen to my trusty sixth sense. So I was walking down the service road thinking that it had been a while since I heard about any mobile snatching incident, because a few months back I used to hear about these muggings, a number of them ending in shootings and killings. And just then two guys on a motorbike came slowing down towards me, and I thought what I could think at that moment: “shit!”. The guy sitting behind grabbed my collar and said “Give me the mobile, give me the mobile”, I said “ok , ok”, the other guy told him “show him the gun, and blow him off if he tries to mess up”, and sure enough he took out the pistol and pointed it at me. But my hand was already in the left-side pocket of my jeans to get out the cell-phone, but damn, it was the nasal spray. Then I took out the mobile out of my right-side pocket and gave it to them, and they took off.
I still had to walk almost half-way to the end of the dark road. I was thinking if another mugger came, I wouldn't even have anything to give to him anymore...hehe. And while on the bus, I was thinking how I am gonna walk all the way from the bus-stop to my home. And when I got off the bus, the roads and streets were looking dark and empty to me, and I was suspecting every other guy, especially those on bikes, to be muggers, LOL... anyway, I got home safe and sound.
I wonder my father might be thinking that I sold my mobile. He thought the same when my 24-gear mountain-bike was stolen (and what a bike that was… that blue color, those monster looking tires…everyone used to drool over it...sigh :( ). He asked me whether it was really stolen or whether I had “gifted” it to any of my friends! Then next a day shop-keeper that my father knew also asked me the same question, cuz he had told him to ask me that. Then a few days later my friend told me that my father had asked him whether he knew that I had sold my bike or had it been really stolen. Then a year and a half years later my aunt told(not ‘asked’) me the same! Dunno why! Say it a couple of times again and I will start believing it.
Anyway, more later about the other mugging stories that I know...