As usual, The LastWord has applied to The SloMan to write a post to Make an Announcement. The SloMan, slow and infirm as he is, is obliged to oblige The LastWord, mostly because he, The LastWord, has obliged The SloMan by taking over the bulk of writings that this blog is obliged to present to… Continue reading The Play
The path to the future never did run straight I have to walk along it, the silent victim of fate. The sun plays hide and seek between the trees Zephyrs lay their gentle touch, the buzzing bees are busy with the business of their flowery date. I wonder at the meaning of the life I… Continue reading The Path
The SloMan fought off the PeevedPunjabi's strident requests to write about this stupid actor and his trial for killing someone while driving drunk. Instead, it was given to Unclejee to write about this. Read that post here: https://unclejee.wordpress.com/2015/05/06/salman-khan/ Do let Unclejee know what you think, especially if you're a Salman Khan fan.
Today is, according to WordPress, and WordPress should know, the exact day 5 years ago when The SloMan signed up at WordPress and stared at the screen thinking "What is this blog thing and how do you go about blogging?" Since that day, 5 years ago, The SloMan has seen much activity. Over 2 years… Continue reading Happy Fifth Anniversary!
It has been a long time. Yet, it seems just like just the other day the Slo-Man was young, slim and gormless instead of what he is today, middle-aged, fat and gormless. This is one of those momentous posts that are now given to the Slo-Man to write. For this marks an anniversary. Thirty… Continue reading 30 Years On the Rocks
The Race normally went to the Swifts. The Swifts were a family, a large, loose family. They hunted together and they kept it all within their own. Outsiders were never welcome. Family growth was based on word-of-mouth and secret initiation ceremonies. The Swifts dominated because they were speedy, agile and changeable with a sharp sense… Continue reading The Mercy of Strangers
Almost exactly 3 years ago, LeggieLefty wrote this ode to cricket. At that time three young men had been sent to jail for “spot-fixing”, predetermined outcomes within a match. Today’s news is that the one N Srinivasan has been named in a corruption scandal. At the time he was the head of the BCCI, the Board of Control for Cricket in India, the most powerful sports body in the world, some say. He has now been elevated to the world body. The International Cricket Conference is the world’s most toothless sports governance body.
A very sad day for us all here at SloWord. Even though LeggieLefty is transitioning off this blog, he will always remain an integral part of SloWord.
Pray for cricket, if you please!
I am a cricket lover. Cricinfo is a site I visit at least once a day. I played weekend amateur cricket all the way up to 2008. I have received chipped bones, torn nails, bruised limbs and a battered ego as compensation for my enthusiasm. I played cricket in school year round with no regard for seasons, soccer (or more accurately, football), monsoon or summer. Statistics may lie, but, ahh, what a glorious few hours can be spent in comparing the relative merits of two heroes, born generations apart but unified by the figures.
There cannot be for me a day better spent than under a weak winter sun, with a pile of sandwiches, a flask of coffee and a bag of easy-peel oranges, watching Test cricket. The weak winter sun is optional, as are the oranges, indeed all I really need is the…
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For some time now we have been noticing that LeggieLefty has been "very disinterested". His last post was written in April, 6 months ago. On a few occasions he has thrown away his post, despite such opportunities as "Red Monday", the day when Bangladesh scored over 600 and Australia fell apart. He missed the collapse… Continue reading Sad News
Indeed! On this day in 2012, The Slo-Man and The LastWord came together in a merger of blogs, a melding of minds and turned this into a khichadi of a blog. The English Kedgeree takes it's name from the Indian melange of rice and lentils and adds a hodge-podge of fish, eggs and cream, turning… Continue reading Terrible Two
Now is the season for death. A death that will bring life once again, but for that life we must die now. This is the season for love. A love that will take you further apart, but for that love, this love must die. The present is doomed. The past misunderstood. The future? The future… Continue reading Impending Autumn