blogorrhoea....

A portmanteau of "blog" and "logorrhoea", meaning excessive and/or incoherent talkativeness in a weblog (sourced from Wikipedia).

My part of blogosphere has never been under such heavy traffic. Makes me wonder if i can even keep up half the pace at which i'm going at present, once college opens on the 18th.

College opens on the 18th. Now thats a thought that makes me sick. Back to morning classes at 7:30, mess "food", hour long lectures.. and all that crap. On the flip side there are those occasional booze parties which are the closest we get to redeem our sanity.
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Today was a regular weekend at home. Watched Venus Williams win the most prestigious trophy in tennis. Must say it was an even match right to the end. No one had the clear edge. Was rooting for Davenport all the while but Venus, who hung in there despite going 4-6 down in the first set, won over my loyalties as the match progressed. She clung on hard and hard enough.

My heart went out to Johansson though in the mens semis. It was so so cruel, losing that penultimate point of the match. The return from Roddick hit the net and plopped over into Johansson's side of the court. It left a single point between Roddick and the ticket to the mens finals. And it doesn't take a world no. 2 much to realize his chance. Its sad when so little separates you from the Wimbledon Finals and you can't do a thing because fate handed you a non-negotiable deal.
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Football in the rain ROCKS! Its muddy and messy and an unbeatable feeling. The best part is when you end up winning. Its a priceless thing. Got my team to win and played my best in a loong loong while. Excecuted the fancy favourite shot of mine to perfection atleast twice. Its one in which you recieve the ball with your right foot and pass it behind you (enabling you to shrug off the defender in front), gather it coming up from your left side and strike with all the raw power. The sight of the ball shoot off goalwards, straight like a bullet, makes life worthwhile. The scene kept playing in my mind like a video. The ball holding straight, bearing into the goal ferociously and the goalie diving full-length. Sadly today the ball hit the bar-post. But nevertheless we won.
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Now since i'm in Cal. for a while atleast, need to meet up with B an ND. Will be his birthday in a couple of days and also because he maybe leaving the city in a few days. Till date that buggers been my oldest link to the city. Whenever i've come down, be it pujos, be it summer or winter. We've met up and spent lots of time together. We go back long way, right down to Mr. Sajal Banerjee's bangla class when we were 13. And since then he's been the one school friend i've been in constant touch with. The rest somehow got lost. I have this senti-menti thing about school friends (i guess everyone does). We've had some good times together. But the best i guess HAS to be our Dharamsala trip last summer. Seven days away from home, away from the remotest familiar face. Honu, B and meself. Seven days of constant party, hot firang females, amazing mountains and living the bohemian life we all dream of.