Played a few games of cricket yesterday. The venue was the entrance to the Reg. Ostensibly, we were all there for this. But, the sun was shining blue and I had a bat in my hand after a long, long time. The teams and the audience were a mixed bag of subalternists, cambridge wallas, and the few-representin’ orientalists. Rajeev was the man-of-the-match, even though he had never played the game before [also, mad props to Kaushiki]. Proving once again, that cricket welcomes its native sons and daughters.
I was going to write up some thoughts about the conference but then I realized that: it will all be coming soon to a bookstore near you, so why bother; Pakistan just won the 1-day series 4-2; the match was watched
The General ["My hand is extended for a clap and I hope both of us clap because it takes two to clap"]; farangi is doing the Revelations and I need to get out of his way.
Enjoy the sunday, gentle readers.