I got 13 channels of shit on the TV to choose from

I actually had to sit for 5 min before I could start typing anything. Imagine a scene when you haven't met your best friend for a year, and then suddenly meet him/her on an obscure elevator going up an obscure building, you don't talk about the weather do you? Well what do you talk about? Its not a rhetorical question, I'm actually asking you !!
Has it really been that long? Another blog bites the dust? Its time we changed all that.
Thanks to all you people who still had links to my blog long after it had faded into oblivion. Rohit, Atul, Sonu...you guys are the best. Now for some serious (and not so serious) posting.

In the news today, the fight for India's presidentship continues and has started to reach mammoth proportions. After having agreed on a foreign president Graham Ford, India was shocked into inaction after he refused to take on the job. He definitely can't be blamed for his decision, seeing what happened to his Pakistani counterpart. Musharraf has pointed out that he would be happy to have a new Indian president because talking to the last one was like understanding Rocket Science.
In sports news we have the battle raging for the highly dangerous job of India's cricket coach. Did I say dangerous job?? I meant highly lucrative and prestigious job. India may, for the very first time in history, have a woman coach. Pratibha Patil, a hitherto unknown cricketer has been nominated for the post with full support from the Mumbai Ranji Squad. But things have started to get troublesome ever since the outgoing coach Abdul Kalam has decided he's going to stay on.
Also in cricket, things have taken a turn for the better with Shri Sharad Pawar being nominated for the post of the ICC president. If elected, Mr. Pawar would be the first bulldog to get the job, and the first animal since Jagmohan Dalmiya, who, by general consensus, has been proclaimed a skunk.

Us Indians have never seen so many options open up in front of us. Its like the liberalisation era all over again. As my friend Atul rightly suggests, its PARTYTIME BABY!!! I'm entering this party with wild, staring eyes, and i got a strong urge to fly....
...but i got nowhere to fly to...fly to...fly to.