The World Cup, or as us Indians have to always remind ourselves, the other World Cup, the one that doesn't involve a bat. Well, everybody is betting on Brazil, and I was until I discovered that Nike is ripping people off charging them Rs 2500 for a genuine jersey, not as bad as Adidas who are charging Rs 2700 for their 'Clima-Cool' jerseys. Of course, you can postulate that if the tops cost this much, the shoes must cost incredible amounts. But if you're really nice you can ask the salesperson where they keep their 'cheap' shoes and like me, you might just find a pair of decent sneakers for under two grand.
Anyway, our President managed to blow up a few lakh rupees of aviation fuel to fulfil his childhood fantasy, but it was the coverage of the event which was mind-blowing. You know, the mind-blowing where you take a 12-gauge shotgun and shoot yourself Kurt Cobain style. It was really that bad!
Anyway, I've been pretty much upto my neck in work, and I'm sinking fast. Can't spend more time time writing here, I've to file real stories.
EDIT : Whose me moolah on? Well, no-one actually, I assume Brasil will win it, Ronaldinho is a genius after all. But, in case they don't I wearing Three Lions right now. Anyway, he drives a Hummer H2. Check out what some of the rest drive! After all a man is what he drives. I wonder what that makes an owner of a Maruti Alto?