Okay, so I'm back from the wilderness. This is my first post in over two weeks. I'd like to imagine that I'm making a smashing comeback and am about to dazzle my readers with the incandescent brilliance of my writing, but I strongly suspect that this isn't the place for some ill-advised narcsissism. And I think this isn't the ideal time for it either, specially since I've only had a very measly bunch of visitors to my blog, most of whom seemed to find a hundred little things in the blog to disapprove of. So no, I don't quite think I'm ready to begin electrifying my readers just yet. Maybe tomorrow.
My extended break, of course, wasn't at all voluntary. My dear internet service provider decided it'd be a good idea to deprive me (and my sister, who was so badly hit by the stoppage that she almost went into depression) of the internet connection for a week, so I told him to go to hell and switched over to another provider. The new provider, of course, couldn't conceivably get his thing done before a whole week (and a hundred desperate phone calls). So all in all, not a very happy week for me (and a very miserable one for my sister).
A lot of things have happened in these two weeks. India won a monumental Test match in South Africa when for once most of the major stars in the lineup contributed their bit and pulled off an astonishing performance. England got pummelled once again in Perth, in the process meekly surrendering the Ashes back to Australia after just 15 months of gloried possession. Shane Warne and Glenn Mcgrath announced that they'd retire from Test cricket after the Ashes, bringing to an end two stunning careers. Rather unexpectedly, and to some very unsympathetic guffaws, Steve Harmison announced his retirement from one-day cricket. Of course, there were plenty of less important happenings too. The Indo-US nuclear deal was finally approved by the US Congress, and Jessica Lall's killer was convicted of his much-publicised crime, thus allowing the media to give themselves a few indulgent pats on their backs for what they saw as a revolutionary cry for justice voiced through their admirable avenues . The real scorching news, however, didn't come until two days ago, when J K Rowling announced the title of Book 7-'Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows'! Wow, isn't that a marvellously confusing title! I can almost feel the thoroughly excited threads on the innumerable Potter fan sites propounding a dozen crazy theories about what exactly is deathly about the hallows, assuming they've gotten round to explaining in painstaking detail what the 'hallows' actually are.
Talking about Book 7, I've just realized that I haven't written a single post wholly dedicated to Harry Potter yet. And considering how totally batty I am about the books, that's a real shocker. So maybe my next post will be about the wonderful, magical world of Harry Potter. Alright then, I think I'll stop here before another power cut makes me write all of this all over again (yeah, a power cut has already made me rewrite the whole thing once). A sad little place I live in, don't I?
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