Ooo la la...

WE WON

Replete with shouts and whoopies of joy....
with frustration and muted curses uttered under breath....
eyes popping out in not-yet-registered amazement..

It was fun... reminiscing of the old days..when every match started with an optimistic air...
when we believed...
when we were kids...

Ahh..heart warmed, we shall go to sleep tonight.
Told you... there is a script writer sitting up there...


I so very desperately hope that this 'Dhoni' is not a flash in the pan..
nor the promise shown..just that.

LOL

First things first.... we beat Australia... :D

Two teams...
Each faced humiliating first round exit in the last ODI World Cup...
Their only face-off in this tournament was decided in a bowl-out...
And they are in the T20 World Cup final now...
Each beat the current no.1 on their way here...

Its an INDIA-PAKISTAN World Cup final.....

Its the stuff., dreams are made of...atleast in this part of the world.

Upar-wala bhi... kya script likhta hai...nai!!! ;)

dumpbin.exe

Random lines... scribbled over scattered papers... some time back.

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We are essentially loners...
and it is not a cynical statement.
It is as simple and as dear an acknowledgment...
that.. the joy of mere knowledge of the presence of certain people in your life is.
And the realisation or the calm acknowledgment of it...
changes nothing but grant more clarity.
There is a point after which everybody else stops...
and 'beyond' there is only you.
We may as well face it...
and get it over with.

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Somewhere on the last 20 seconds you have grown up...
-Finding Neverland

It can get overwhelmingly amusing when a shamelessly dramatic line like that reveals itself to posses more truthful overtones than you had previously envisioned.

One can only laugh in response/release/reaction...

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On desperate look-out for a 'peer'...
Do you know.....
Could you ever understand what that means?!!!

If not, you could never know the rush.,
the flood..... of actually finding 'one'.

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Artists are emotional you say,
I can only laugh...
Don't you see.. they are as detached as they come.
Play around with emotions...
their own.
Cold and ruthless they are..
They use, exaggerate, fictionalize and discard...
They lean back and watch the proceedings...
field spread out.
Hands folded, they smirk...
feeling all smug.

p.s: I count myself as one and not all in mood for a pseudo-intellectual debate on the content of the above lines.
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This could be her greatest achievement...
or a grave self-betrayal.
Could she tell them apart...
was redemption possible?

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If anyone asked her what the most vulgar word in English was...
today..she was sure of the answer..it is 'hobby'.
Hobby...
That's how people trivialize their love... isn't it?
Leading half lives....
with empty self-assurances of practicality...

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I questioned us, I reasoned it..
You gave me reason to do it...
The reasons were yours...
they were mine too.

I feel.. I weigh,
I rationalize.. I debate,
I realise......

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She was not a fan of generalization...
But she sometimes doubted if it was all just about,
holding onto the exceptions...
like a drowning man's fleeting last attempt at self-preservation.

Coz, she looked around and found only disappointment.

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There are moments of uncertainty...
moments of doubt...,
when the road ahead is fogged with failed assumptions...
when the seemingly lucid logic fails you...
then somehow.. just somehow... life throws up its solution to you.
you might not be able to immediately make the connection..
nor would it be the most palatable....
it could be cruel in its obvious intent
and the immediate emotion can sometimes be very overbearing....
But.....
maybe.... you should give it a chance.....

Just maybe.....

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about the title...

Hmm.. dumpbin.exe is a command line utility which list the imported functions for the .dll's and .exe's in your setup.

Ahh.. the non-CS guys can give the above line a skip.

One

She suddenly came back, struggling to remember what had triggered the train of thought. There it was, sitting in her lap, held a little too securely by her hands... an article in the weekly supplement of a national newspaper. Probably written by a eager college student. She smiled thinking of her own spirited articles in similar publications. She did not preserve the cuttings as memoirs because she took someone who said "one should avoid being infatuated with their own work" too seriously.

Her eyes focused back on the word.
Mediocrity.

In a rush...

Loads of posts in the pipeline.. lots of stuff to write.
But this won't wait.
Its been a long time. Too long, infact.... since I have been this excited about a match.


Oh yeah.. we WON by the way.... :D (*grinning ear to ear)