What a Blow!...

Oh for Christ's sake, No this is not another of those needless meaningless blogs about the 47 day gala Australian celebration event which I determinedly refuse to address as the 'World' Cup even if you threaten to put the U.S National Army on my very heels!..It is a sheer sin to all mankind to host such an event which would have effectively portrayed a lot more grandeur and magnificence had it just been the Australian National team parading the cricket grounds in regal and aristocratic attire waving their flag and the Cup, while cute adorable little Australian children played under-arm cricket on the Kingston pitch..! It would be a mammoth blunder if I forget to mention the plight of the Indian team, which should be immeasurably glad for having been blessed enough to travel free till the Caribbean and be merry watching the Australian Parade and eating excessively salted Masala Dosai from the Saravana Bhavan branch in eastern Barbados and try to inherit some 'rosham' from it!...Maybe they wanted to return home sooner so that they could stare wide-eyed at their television screens as the highly knowledgeable queen of cricket, Miss.Mandira Bedi sat cross-legged wearin a multi-flagged see through saree that could effortlessly generate blasphemous controversies, as she put forth intellectually sound questions like "Why does Sanath Jayasuriya's bat have a blue colour sticker on it?" to a bewildered Charu Sharma!...But I better pauperize my cynicism because the Indians are untarnished at certain aspects of the game, well atleast at batting and bowling!...Why, Mr.Virendar Sehwag is getting a lot more professional at batting his eyelids as the ball whizzes past him, knocks down the stumps, flattens them out and continues to delightfully embark on its cruise to the boundary line, as he trots back to the pavilion, glad that the ball has somehow reached the fence while he was at the crease, immaterial of whether runs were granted or not !...And the only time I happened to witness the star Mr.Irfan Pathan bowl, he got nine pins in one attempt and a perfect strike in the other!...Hats off, all you humble Indian citizens!....

Spare me a second!...Why am I trying to elaborate on the very topic that I swore not to talk about!..Well, what I intended to talk about was this emphatic accomplishment of mine - I learnt to whistle!...Gone are the days when I had to accompany my friends and watch them gleefuly whistle aloud to 'Pokkiri Pongal' and dance like the world had just been gifted to them in a lovely little cardboard box and they were intoxicated with happiness over becoming Mr.Loser Almighty, while I dormantly sat, murmuring to myself that the only things I lacked were the two ponytails on the sides of my head and a dazzling pink designer skirt!...Because I can whistle now!...(I'm jumping up and down with joy right now, and I hope you dance a jig too on my behalf, because I consider happiness to be an epidemic!)Yet it is true that I presently am striving to complete my portions for my semester exams which commence in a short while, but at times when boredom is at its peak, I tend to blow out some air, and a week back, as I blew out a puff of air, I heard a faint whistle...Not exactly a whistle, but something like a tweet!...And with a lot of sheer determination-driven vigorous practice, I blew out a shrill whistle today morning, and while I was engulfed by happiness, I could practically feel myself floating my way to cloud nine!...

Blessed be my soul, Life is Good!..I should accept the fact that mine is just the mouth whistle and not like the two-fingers-bent one, though I did attempt doing the ghetto one, landed up being futile and eventually concluding that my index finger was slightly saltier than my thumb!...My whistle might not be effectively loud enough to lead the pack of wolves, but I am pretty content that I can atleast join the bandwagon!...The determination to learn came from this embarassing incident where I went for a movie and I heard loud shrieks and deafening whistles from my right and as I turned, I found this not-so-cute-but-I-wouldn't-mind-if-you-said-hi kind of girl whistling in merriment as her neighbour, another similar girl yelled "Tommmmmmmiiieeeee"!..Terrorized by the sound, I scanned the hall as I hastily tried to recollect any established rule banning bushy-haired pomeranian dogs in cinema theatres.(For those of you who wonder how I predetermined the dog to be pomeranian, I have to tell you that such animated names are only given to those breeds!).But to my bliss, Tom Cruise walks onto the wide screen which was facing me, thus clearing all my cruciating doubts!..Though there was some temporary satisfaction, the long term embarassment factor remained!..Which is why I proudly am announcing my accomplishment now!..The joy of success is indefinite, my dear friends!...For those of you who are already maestros at the art of whistling, I take a bow!..And for the rest, I have a trademark wicked smile that I put across my face as I walk back to my untouched Chemistry text!...