My career is sorted. Thanks Pisi.

I know this lady for some time now. She is in her late sixties or early seventies or may be mid seventies, some one who is little older than my baba and can be called pisi (fathers sister in bengali). I see her everyday on my way to office, she sits non challant at one corner of the foot near the tolly metro station with a sad and demure face and often spread her hands to passerby for a coin or two. She represents those millions who possibly have done a lot to raise their kids and then the same kids have thrown her out of home or else she is been homeless for ages and no body cared for her ever.

For some thing for some pull every day I walk up to her and give her 10 Rs. I know that is not enough but it saves her from some embarrassment at least she can buy her small lunch from shacks near by (you still get lunch at that price in Kolkata).

Earlier when I started out she use to give me a scared look, it was an windfall for her, I understand she doesn't expect this generosity from masses which for me is 4 Rs more than that one piece of cigarette I smoke every day. But now its an easy relationship, everyday I meet her and she smiles at me and raises her hands for blessings.

And I will tell you that blessings is more than enough for me. I don't need any god any more to bless me. I have found where god is and what he or she wants me to do.

Thanks pisi my career is now sorted. I know 15 years from now what I will be doing.

Mr. Dhoni, please don't get disheartened!

If I would have been in Dhoni's place today, then I would have been the happiest man around. Because at last after close to dozen innings spanning over two continents my team registered 350 and and then 400.

My best batsmen got some good batting practice. One opener came to party, middle order with hiccups still managed to deliver and tail enders batted like brave hearts.

Whatever the score card may read I know my team has gone through the last onslaught in the hands of quickies on grass laden coagulated, homogeneous bouncy turfs. The nightmare is over.

This is positive.

Cricket is a funny game. One day you are at the top of world, other day you are sulking. However how you sulk matters. And India today despite all, whatever the experts may say didn't played like meek opponents searching for opportune moment to surrender.

And salute to the little master, despite the 100/100's evading him, he possibly is playing the best cricket ever (on second thoughts he is playing like this forever!). We are now waiting for Mr. Sehwag, Mr. Kohli (please don't drop him) and Mr. Dhoni to join the party. Mr. Dravid, well I know, his 100 is due.

Aussies watch out. Waka is not going to be the same.