CWG - My update from Britain.

Dearest British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC),

I recently read a blog by one of your really esteemed Sports Journalist - Tom Fordyce. Here's the link, to start with:-

http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/tomfordyce/2010/10/delight_delights_-_now_for_the.html

And, now it's my turn for the post-mortem report. I'm actually quite sweet (sweeter than Tom, for sure) so I'll be really nice and civil while doing the honours! :p

And,

SInce I love poetry, so here's a really lame yet strong verse to sculpt my feelings. Here I go:-

"1947 it was, from the British rule we got free.
Amidst some anguish and grief, there also was hope and glee.
We were a li'l dumpling then, actually we still are
63 years of age for a nation is just like the first note of the 'sitar'.

We are young...we are growing..yes, we are full of flaws,
So please don't treat us as you treat your mother-in-laws! :D
Don't be critical, Don't be picky, Don't be fussy and Don't be itchy.
As we are not pretending to be any richie-rich-richie!

We come from a culture where if you are hungry,
You give the best food to the guest however sundry.
That's what we did in the CWG opening function,
Though monetarily we might find it a compunction!

Nevertheless, we did, whatever we were expected.
Now plz stop cribbing about the areas and people affected.
We will fix THAT too, I can assure.
The way we did CWG, with a loud Tiger roar! :D

It takes time my friend, for such a BIG country to get RIGHT,
So have patience and faith in our abilities and might.
The corruption will go, the poverty too
The world has already seen a grand debut!!!! :-) :-)"

Love n Kind Regards to BBC and all the international media,
SARAH. x

Santa replied to the letter!

My hands were all shaky,

My face had gone pale.

A letter from Santa

Just arrived in the MAIL !

It was Hand-written

In old-fashioned Ink Pen.

It was handsomely printed

And dated Twelve Ten.

"Dear Sarah," It said.

"I'm writing because

This year I've repealed

My 'naughty/nice' laws.

So now I urge you:

Be Vulgar and Crude!

I LIKE it when children

Are boorish and Rude!

Burp at the table!

Gargle your peas!

Never say 'Thank You'

'You're welcome', Or 'Please'.

Talk back to your mother!

Don't do as you're told!

Stick your tongue out

At your dad if he scolds!

Drive everyone Crazy,

I really don't care!

Act like a Jerk,

Anytime, Anywhere!

I'm changing the rules!

The BAD girls and boys

Will be, from now on,

The ones who get toys!

Good little kids make

Me sick, it's no joke.

Sincerely,

Signed Santa"

........................ And then I awoke.

I hate being good

(or trying to fake it).

THREE months until Christmas

I don't think I'll make it !!! :p

About Me!

I made a big decision a little while ago.

I don’t remember what it was, which prob’ly goes to show

That many times a simple choice can prove to be essential

Even though it often might appear inconsequential.

I must have been distracted when I left my home because

Left or right I’m sure I went.(I wonder which it was!)

Anyway, I never veered: I walked in that direction

Utterly absorbed it seems, in quiet introspection.

For no reason I can think of, I’ve wandered far astray.

And that is how I got to where I find myself today.
Explorers are we, intrepid and bold,

Out in the wild, amongst wonders untold.

Equipped with our wits, a map, and a snack,

We’re searching for fun we’re on the right track!
My mother has eyes in the back of her head!

I don’t quite believe it, but that’s what she said.

She explained that she’d been so uniquely endowed

To catch me when I did things Not Allowed.

I think she must also have eyes on her rear.

I’ve noticed her hindsight is unusually clear.

At night my mind does not much care

If what it thinks is here or there.

It tells me stories it invents

And makes up things that don’t make sense.

I don’t know why it does this stuff.

The real world seems quite weird enough.
What if my bones were in a museum,

Where aliens paid good money to see em?

And suppose that they’d put me together all wrong,

Sticking bones on to bones where they didn’t belong!

Imagine phalanges, pelvis, and spine

Welded to mandibles that once had been mine!

With each misassembled, the error compounded,

The aliens would draw back in terror astounded!

Their textbooks would show me in grim illustration,

The most hideous thing ever seen in creation!

The museum would commission a model in plaster

Of ME, to be called, “Evolution’s Disaster”!

And paleontologists there would debate
Dozens of theories to help postulate.
How man survived for those thousands of years

With teeth covered arms growing out of his ears!

Oh, I hope that I’m never in such manner displayed,

No matter HOW much to see me the aliens paid.
I did not want to go with them. Alas I had no choice.
This was made quite clear to me, In the threat’ning tones of voice.

I protested mightily And scrambled cross the floor.

But though I grabbed the furniture, They dragged me out the door.

In the car, I screamed and moaned. I cried my red eyes dry.

The window down, I yelled for help. To people who passed by.

Mom and Dad can make the rules, And certain things forbid,

But I can make them wish that they had never had a kid.
Now I’m in bed,

The sheets pulled up to my head.

My tiger is here making Zs.

He’s furry and hot. He takes up a lot Of the bed and he’s hogging the breeze.

Saraland!

Other people's lives are all such a bore!
They’ve gotta have rules and they gotta keep score!

'SARALAND' is better by far!
It’s never the same! It’s always bizarre!

You don’t need a team or a referee!
You know that it’s great ’cause it’s named after me! :D

India soon! :)

Had been planning for months...and months...and months!
Been more than a year I hugged Mum and Dad or kicked and punched my bro!
Had been so jam-packed in distinctly half-baked problems!

Finally,

I have made up my mind.

I need to reinvigorate my endurance! I need to kick and punch my brother again to feel stronger and souped up! Need to get that warmest teddy bear hug from mom and dad to feel galvanized about my life again! And for THAT and much more, I NEED TO GO TO INDIA !!!

So hopefully, NOVEMBER, it should be and must be!! :)

CWG New Delhi, My angry views!! :/

I fail to understand, both intentionally and empirically, that if it wasn't really possible for you to host an event like this, why the **ll did you (My dearest New Delhi) take the responsibility?!! To be a laughter stock among 54 nations!!!

A bridge Collapsed.

A roof Collapsed.

Dengue Outbreak.

Ten days left for the deadline and work still not complete.

Britishers complaining of 'filth' (though this can be debated, as they never complain of the filth when they come as tourists, rather take it as an adventure, a new way of learning how to survive in extreme conditions)!

What a host country!

Comically, it reminds me of my childhood days when the guests would be standing outside the house, just about to enter, and mom would be shouting on us (me and my brother) to clear our mess (toys, books, clothes, shoes, food, GIjoes [no, they are not toys, they are GIjoes!!!!], and just everything you can possibly think of which can be regarded as 'mess') off the living room.

And, My brother and I would run with big piles in our hands to the nearest bedroom, to stock THAT poor fella of the same mess!! Ha ha! :D

Comically again, it also reminds me of my MBA days, when I was never able to meet a SINGLE deadline (I always got extensions for my assignments and reports and even my thesis).

Indeed, you would say, my anger hence is not justified! IT IS !!! I didn't do a blunder that big that made me a 'laughter stock' for 54 other nations. :p

Also, I am an individual...my actions were only coming back to ME, not to the reputation of a whole nation, which otherwise is impressing one and all in every nook and corner of the world!

So, my anger IS justified !!! :/ :/ :/ :/ :/

It's the bureaucracy, the officials of sports and off sports and the hungry-covetous-famished-greedy-unsatisfied POLITICIANS who are responsible for this delay and thus, mockery!

I was listening to the news today, here in the UK. Trust me, I wasn't a proud Indian then! Sad but true! I didn't expect that from a country with a motto 'Atithi devo bhav'! Is that how you are going to treat your 6,500 guests?! Are you not ready for a warm welcome for them?! Warm, SAFE and CLEAN welcome, let me rephrase again!!

Anyway, I am just afraid that Indian tourism will face a considerable condensation in its foreign tourists' ratio, after this CWG hoopla - negative indeed! Let's see! Hope not!! :)

Love,

Sarah

P.S.:- All the best Delhi...You can still do it...Indians are anyway programmed to study one night before the final exam...you still have TEN! :D