Saturday, December 05, 2009


Edit: Yes, this post needs to be updated slightly. I now possess the world's greatest PMP, the incredible Cowon S9. Magnificent.

Moving onto the post as originally written (will update it... Eventually)
Many people have asked me for PMP (Portable Music Player) recommendations. Well, I'd like to think that starting off with a crappy Mitashi, working my way up to a Creative Neeon and now a Cowon D2, having listened using crappy bundled earphones, Sony, Grado, Sennheiser and Klipsch, I've got a fair idea of which PMP to pick up.

I also realise that requirements are different - a college student can't ask his dad for the money for a iPod Touch 32GB (most college students, anyway), nor will a frequent traveller want just 2 GB of music at a time. Below, based on a couple of years of scouring the player market, I've come up with five PMP recommendations for the five classes of music listeners I've been able to come up with.

(PS: I insist on using the term 'PMP' instead of 'MP3 player' because, well... JPEGs, AVI and FLAC are not MP3s, really)

1. I just want a player da!
Player: Transcend TSonic
eBay Price: 4 GB for INR 2099
Pros: Cheap, functional, FM. Perfect for the beginners
Cons: Extremely basic, iffy construction, only ok-ok sound
An alternative: Ivo Moserbaer 2GB for INR 1490 at Croma

2. I want good sound, but don't have enough money!
Player: Philips GoGear
eBay Price: 2 GB for 3500
Croma Price: 4 GB for 5999
Pros: Good sound, nice screen, superb value for money
Cons: None I can think of, really!
3. I want good music, and a sexy screen. Money no limit.
Player: iPod Touch
eBay Price: 8 GB for 12000
Croma Price: 8 GB for 12400
Pros: Super sound, droolworthy screen, superb for video, photos and WiFi
Cons: Can't play FLAC, non-expandable memory, have to use iTunes (douche!)

4. I want superb sound, and the ability to play FLAC files. And expandable memory and the ability to tweak a lot!
Player: Cowon D2
eBay price: 8 GB for 8000
Croma price: 16 GB for 9999
Pros: Fantastic sound, incredible battery life, can tweak sound like crazy, useful stylus-stand, can play Flash games (!) and of course... Plays FLAC files!
Cons: UI might take a little while to get used to, not as sexy as the iPod touch.

5. I want to carry all my music with me! Player: iPod Classic
eBay price: 160 GB for 14000
Croma price: 160 GB for 15200
Pros: The storage space, period. And of course that nice wheel. And many accessories available.
Cons: No FLAC. A little heavy, too. And of course, iTunes.
Word of advice: Throw away the bundled earphones for whichever player you buy. And get a decent pair of Sennheisers / Philips / Sony if you're on a budget. Trust me, a Transcend with a 1000-buck pair of Sennheisers sounds WAY better than an iPod Touch with the bundled earphones.

My player: The Cowon D2. A fantastic player, it's never let me down. Everything from music to videos to recording to FM. I listen to it using the brilliant Grado SR80 at home, and Klipsch Image S4 while travelling. At home, I use the Altec Lansing MX5021. I use an 8GB Sandisk SD card, giving me a total capacity of 12 GB.

My dream player: the incredible Cowon S9, rated by many people as the best player on the market currently, costs around INR 12000. Update: I'll be buying this baby soon, for $260 from Amazon, USA.Headphone recommendations:

First recommendation: Get rid of the stock earphones that came with your player. I said it once, I'll say it again.

I'll keep this simple. Go to Croma's earphone section and pick up anything as long as it ain't crap. All Sennheisers are excellent bets (MX160 is excellent value for money at INR 470, the PX100 for 2400 is legendary and the HD201 for home use is superb value at 900 bucks. CX300 is one of the best in-ear headphones I've used, perfect for portable, it's at 2400).
If you want a little more, and have money, and have an uncle going to the US, get a Grado, but they're strictly for home use (I got my SR80s for USD 99.99). Other brands to consider: Klipsch (I love my S4s, came at a price though), Shure (if you have a legacy left behind or something). But pretty much anything over 1000 bucks is safe. If you want Bluetooth (like for the iPod Touch or Cowon S9), try Sony's DR-BT22 (bought them for a friend for INR 2400)

eBay vs Croma: Truth be told, it's really not too much of a difference. Like the Touch, for instance - I'd rather pick it up from Croma and have peace of mind than from some shady place in Lamington Road.

There you go, I hope this helps. And of course, share this list if you like it.

Saturday, November 28, 2009


Scene: Delivery boy from Paramesh Suresh Stores (of this post fame) arrives to give me the groceries I ordered a few minutes back

Me: Kitna ho gaya?
DB: Do sau ikyaasi
Me: (poor ginti skills, looking at bill) Acha, 281
DB: Haanji
Me: (taking out money to pay) Do sau ekyaasi... VVS Laxman... Yaad hai?
DB: (eyes light up) Haan sir! Calcutta mein, na? Australia...
Me: Haan! Do hazaar ek mein... Kya innings tha, kya match tha...

* DB and me both look into the air wistfully *

Moral of the story: If you look at the DNA of an Indian, you're likely to find red balls, bats and wickets. We love our cricket.

PS: For people who have no friggin' clue what I'm talking about, check this out. Then this.
PSS: Thank you to my favourite squirrel for reminding me what 281 in Hindi was :P

Sunday, November 15, 2009


“Oh what a shot, all the way for six! What – a –player! Sachin Ten-dulkar!”
- Tony Greig, commentating for Star Sports, India v Australia, 22 April 1998, Sharjah

It was May, Bahrain. I had just finished Math tuition, when Appa picked me up and said we were going to see a cricket match. I tried to act a little interested. You see, for almost 15 years, I shunned cricket like most people would shun bread with fungus. However, a chance viewing of Navjot Sidhu's double century and one of a whirlwind Saurav Ganguly innings, an article I read about an audacious young teenager, all seemed to stoke the interest somewhere. The Golden Age of the WWF (now WWE) was waning off, Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels were losing relevance and I finally swallowed the fact that it was 'acting'.

So along I went. What I proceeded to see changed my life. I saw this little 20-something cricketer getting into the 90s and the room, filled with Mallu expats of varied dispositions, professions, shapes and sizes, were oohing and aahing with every missed shot, with every run. And when this young man got to his hundred a while later, the room exploded. I'd never seen anything like it before. Me and my WWF buddies never cheered for Razor Ramon with this passion. This was real stuff. I pumped my fist, not knowing why. I never followed this man's career. I am assuming my existence as an 8th standard student of the Asian School Bahrain had no bearing on this little feller who seemed to grab his crotch a little too often. 17 runs later, when this man got out, at the doorstep of victory, I joined these uncles I never saw before in giving the batsman a standing ovation. Of course, later in that series, Saeed Anwar would score 194, and Sri Lanka would take the cup.

That was my first Sachin Tendulkar.

In April 1998, I was on the verge of denouncing theism when something made me stop in my tracks. I still didn't have cable at home, I had an important Maths exam (sets theory - a subject which spawned off juvenile jokes like Middlesets, setsual activity, etc) and India were slated to play Australia in a crucial ODI in Sharjah. Appa came running, excitedly saying the teeny electronics store under our home had somehow got a feed of the match. Under the admonishing glare of my mother, I ran, promised I'd study when I got back. Every Indian living in the vicinity must have crammed into li'l Pioneer Electronics that day, you could just smell something was happening. This was not going to be an ordinary cricket match. There was no channel logo, no ads. It was almost like a secret feed which noone had seen before. It was apparent in the way a young man, whose battle with another cricketer was hyped no end, was tanking the bowling around. Then along came this tall Aussie bowler, couldn't catch his name - Kasp something, his jersey said - went up and seemed to abuse this young cricketer, who said nothing. Along came a sandstorm, and then came one without the sand. Brutal hitting, which was only amplified by Tony Greig's belligerent commentary. It was sheer magic. India lost (although it still feels like we won it, after all we got into the finals), and the channel vanished from that screen. Never to return in 11 years since. I comfortably flunked my Maths test, got reasonably admonished and my world was hell. Till I discovered we were getting Fox Sports ourselves thanks to the experiments of an eccentric antenna repairman. All friends, young, old, Mallu, Marathi, were invited. The young man hit another belligerent century and went away with an Opel. These scenes were replayed again and again. If this young man were a prodigy, a talented li'l squirt, before this, he was now a certified legend, on the day he turned 25.

That was my
second Sachin Tendulkar.

It was a school holiday later that year, but Appa was busy. My interest in cricket had grown substantially, thanks to our serendipitous cable connection, to the point where I kept a written diary of records, and I was obsessed with the statistical brilliance of George Lohmann. India were playing Zimbabwe, and one of Appa's colleagues had offered to take me to the game. You must realise, in those days, cable was a luxury in Bahrain and we use to watch games at Indian clubs. And 'club' would be a good choice of words here, as that's what a certain little player did to the bowling. I'd never seen anything like it. Six sixes! I was in awe. Meanwhile, Ajit Agarkar would start a one-day career which increasingly resembled the long-tail curve.

That was my
third Sachin Tendulkar.

It was 2008. Too long a time since the last one, you might say. But then . So much had changed since
THAT day. Ganguly-Wright had formed a formidable combination. India won a sensational series, with Laxman and Harbhajan emerging new heroes. Ricky Ponting had emerged the next batting legend. Superstars of a generation - Akram, Waugh, de Silva, Lara, Donald, and more - had hung up their boots and abdomen guards. India was coming off a bitter Test series, one that had ecstasy following cricket's ugliest match this decade (I always say seeing that scorecard is like S&M for an Indian cricket fan). But one thing remained constant - this man was ticking along, making runs. He faced criticism, despite scoring 13523 (ODI and Test) international runs in the decade, upto the finals! In the face of a newer, faster game, were the Sehwags and the Dhonis threatening to render our aged heroes redundant, irrelevant, even?

Following a bitter Test series, followed an ODI series in which every Indian fan was screaming 'Caaamoooooon!'. It was not a tournament, it was a matter of pride. After feeling we were treated unfairly by the whole world. To us, it was not a cup, we didn't just need to win. We
needed to face Australia in the finals and beat the crap out of them. If Sri Lanka, them kabab-mein-haddis, had made the finals instead of Australia, the series would have been irrelevant to us, just another cup. Oh no. We needed to face THEM - those cocky Australians, and shove their arrogant faces into the ground, force Ponting to eat his we-may-not-need-a-third-final words, and needed to be the victors of the last of an iconic, very Australian series.

And once again. The man under so much stress to leave it again. And he was ably assisted by a new talent, Gautam Gambhir from Delhi and a man whose wicket-taking ability was in inverse proportion to questioning batsmen's lineage, Praveen Kumar. And when Bill Lawry let out that characteristic 'Gaaawwwwwn!' when Irfan Pathan took the last wicket, when me and fifty other MICAns were screaming and high-fiving in the hostel courtyard with a small TV, we were seeing the symbol of a new India celebrating. New faces, new captain, new confidence. But it would never had been possible if it weren't for a man who was supposed to be from another generation.

That was my fourth (
this and this) Sachin Tendulkar.

I was now working. But I was in a rush to leave work from Bandra to Hard Rock Cafe in Worli. Not for anything else, but to watch my favourite Indian Rock band, Motherjane, in action. But there was also a cricket match happening. This was another one of those days when I could sense something was up. Like that magic day in April 1998. Sachin had this niche breed of critics - the
he-can't-chase critics, which is kind of stupid given these statistics. Of course, all they remember is the failed World Cup final innings. Sachin still had something to prove to idiots who kept harping on Lara's 153 and Gibbs' 175 (fantastic innings, by the way, two of my very favourites. The latter is probably the best ever played in an ODI). He still needed to prove something. I've always been a fan of people putting up a big score so India can chase it down. And when Australia put up 350 that day, and this man, no longer young unless by geriatric standards, was going great guns, things looked interesting. When I left office, Sachin was on 97. When I got into a train from Bandra, he was on 104. When I reached HRC in good time, he was on 115. And, in a manner that can be described as only Sachin - he moved onto 130, 150 and masterclassed his way to 175 before a Misbaesque moment overcame him. Never matter. It was a lone hand, a valiant innings. India lost. And this sparked the aura again. The Tendlya of 98 was back.

Mind you, for the aura to be complete, it was almost necessary for India to lose. Had India won, the headlines would proclaim that a new India - with an old master - won (like in the VB series). But by falling three runs short, the team created an instant time warp back to 1998 and 1999, when it was only Sachin. All the heroics of Sehwag, Laxman and Dravid over the last decade were momentarily forgotten. It was Sachinmania again.

And that. Was my fifth Sachin Tendulkar.

There will be people who make more runs.

There will be people who play better innings (don't get me started on Dravid).

There will be people who unexpectedly take 5-fors.

There will definitely be better captains.

Someone will score an 88th century one day.

Someone will be more gentlemanly, more nurturing of talent and more supportive.

But there will never another Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. Today the world salutes India's icon. It's no wonder Sachin keeps his feet firmly on the ground, when there are a billion people standing on his shoulders.

And thank you Appa, for opening up my eyes to this genius.

Everyone has their Sachin Tendulkars. These were five of mine.

Monday, November 02, 2009


After a fairly successful career revolving around destroying bowlers' careers, particularly that of Michael Kasprowicz (remember this?), Sachin Tendulkar (an iconic Indian cricket player, for the benefit of the Norwegian audience this blog has, according to Google Analytics) decided to take up a less homicidal vocation - computer programming (yes, somewhere, deep down within every Indian...).

And who would assist him in this new career path, but someone who was prematurely evicted from his post-cricket vocation - the walking dictionary-cum-book of idioms-cum-book of insults-cum-Darwin theorist, Navjot Singh Sidhu.

The similarities between the two are uncanny. Tendulkar murdered attacks, Sidhu just... Well, murdered and attacked. Tendulkar spurted business like never before for Nimbus and many brands, Sidhu was single-handedly (or mouthedly, you can argue) responsible for the creation of rust-free microphone grills.

Anyway, this is what happened when the master and the mutter (hehe) got together one day for a session of intense coding on Visual C++, on a UPS-less computer.

Sidhu: So what are you doing, my cherubic young friend?

SRT: Well, I'm writing a program. Right now, I've created a form, and am defining a class structure within it.

Sidhu: I see, and how do you...

*Light goes off *

Sidhu: Oye what the...

SRT: Careful yaar, this company will throw you out if you abuse, just like ESPN did.

Sidhu: Bah, it's okay. Dean Jones runs this place. Anyway...

* lights come on, SRT reboots his system *

SRT: Hey, whaddya know! The class definition I created is still there, but the form I made has dissapeared.

Sidhu: Hmm, funny. So what're you going to do now?

SRT: Continue coding... And... HEY!

* power goes off again *

Sidhu: This electricity is as unstable as a homeless horse. Hehe, get it?

SRT: Bad joke. Stick to things like #tweetlikeSidhu, which those awesome bunch of chaps from Twitter created that day.

Sidhu: Okay, how's this? The way this electricity comes and goes, you could call it alternating current.

SRT: *groan* Much better. Oh and hey, here's the electricity again... And what do you know... Same problem! The class definition is still there but the form for some reason refuses to get saved!

Sidhu: Well, you know what they say, Sachin.

SRT: What? * adjusts crotch for dramatic effect *

Sidhu: Form is temporary, class is permanent.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Okay, so sue me. I succumbed to my favourite activity these days - compiling the best of trending topics on Twitter.

This time, it was amidst rumours that Malayalam superstar Mohanlal was buying an IPL team from Kerala. Well, this was one of the longest-trending topics from our little group. Sample the following from the #mohanlalsIPLteam topic which sadly never became a trending topic despite our best efforts:

We started off with things like these:
Thrissur Tridents, Palagat Panthers, Ottapalam Otters, Cochin Clusters, Cali square-cutters, Guruvayoor Glidetothirdmen, Munnar Munificents, Mattancherry Butchers, Ernakulam Ergonauts, Irinjalakuda Isotopes...

And then things started getting a little more refined / ridiculous (depending on your point of view):
Sultan Battery Chargers, The Thrissur Poorams, The Palarivattom Papaddoms, Wayanad Vaynokkis, Vagamon Vagabonds, Mattanchery United, Vishu Wishbones, Arsenallapuzha, Aston Kuruvilla, Guruvaayoor Gundumanis, Tottenharipad Hotspur, Kodungallur Kettleboilers, The Da vinci Kozhikodes, Rajavinte Makkal, Peroorkada Porottas, Hariharnagar Dinesans, The Pattambi Railway Stations, Shoranur Subdued Sreesanths, Lalettanum Makkalum, Thrissur Trumpeters, Sabarimala Bachelors, Guruvayoor Godsownteam, Pinarayi Vijayans. Shornur Strikers. Thiruvananthapuram Tharoors, Athirapally Athibhayangarans, Karunakaran DIC(K)s, Chotta Mumbai Indians, Thrissur PCThomasDropouts, Quotation Team, Freud Mallus (for mental disintegration), The Joy Alukkas, Cochin Manuals

@shenoyn, @bigfatphoenix, @raghuvanshr, @sidin, @krishashok, @kbalakumar, @notytony, @creatitwitty, @priyagk
, @nithinkd, @Arby_k, @anoopan, @manuscrypts, @adheeth, @lavsmohan and of course me :)

I might have missed out some brilliant tweets, please forgive me!

Edit on 21 March 2010: Who would've thunk it? I mean, who? Kochi being added to the IPL franchise list! This is epic! Mattancherry United is a reality! A proud moment for Nairs, Menons, Iyers, Gopalakrishnans and Omanapuzhathusherikazhans everywhere! Woohoo!

Friday, October 09, 2009


It shouldn't come as a surprise that the last three posts I wrote were 'best of' series based on some gems I saw on Twitter.

Well, the latest uproar was when American President Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. Surely, you didn't expect the Twitterati to keep quiet about that one, did you?

Apart from the 'he won the award because he got rid of George Bush' jokes which eventually resulted in 'George Bush' becoming a trending topic on Twitter (!), my own timeline had some brilliant, brilliant entries.

Sample the following, and follow them! :-D

@mojorojo: Obama crushed at news of winning Nobel Peace Prize. He thought they'd called to give him a Google Wave invite.

@sidin: I just played Solitaire on my computer. And goddammit Obama won that too.

: Pakistan asks for credible evidence to show that Obama has indeed won the Nobel Prize,asks for dossier from Nobel organization

: Indian Media: The power of Lord Hanuman got Obama Nobel Peace Prize. Lets claim 2 Indian origin nobel prize for 2009

@onejubb: lalit modi nobel prize for economics

: I nominate my electrician, Mr Nilesh Pandey for the No-Bell award. He's yet to come and fix the ringer.

: I nominate Old Monk rum for the Nobel Peace Prize! whose with me?

@sidin: Obama to win Commonwealth Gold and lifetime Oscar. Also X Prize, Magsaysay and Bigg Boss 3. And Dancing With The Stars.

@manuscrypts: Someone is bound to find an Indian connection. I await Bharat Obama...

: My respect for Obama will fly through the roof if he suddenly goes MUAHAHAHAHAA, says his real name is Lex Luthor and hits the nuke button

: Pick the odd man out: The Dalai Lama, Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King, Barack Obama

@iyermatter: @bigfatphoenix Poor Binny. Was working his way towards a WTF Twitter trend & Brackobama trumps him silly...
(PS: This is a slightly esoteric one ;))

@paperslut: In other news, it's World Egg Day today. Just saying. #obama

@sidin: I also want prize. I once intermediated fight bw Tams & Biharis in college TV room

@chuck_gopal: It's the Nobel Peas Prize he won, I tell you. Journos went overboard as usual over a small mutter

@jhunjhunwala: H1N1 VIRUS wins Nobel Prize for "efforts made in bringing human beings worldwide together in disease"

@manuscrypts: There's bad news for Obama. Chuck Norris is pissed.

: Maybe the Committee didn't want to appear racist

@Akisaxena: SIGN outside Nobel Foundation - Trespassers will get Nobel Prize

: Obama wins the Nobel Award. Polanski wins the No-Bail Award

@_alps: Raj Thakrey refused Nobel Peace Prize as it doesn't have a Marathi 'manpatra' & its not called Nobhel Shanti Puruskar. (originally by @chiefsanjay)

@SarthakMohanty: Next yr lets give this award 2Miss World.Every year Miss W says I want world peace and the world free of nuclear weapons.

: " Obama wins Nobel Prize, gives finger to the International Olympic Association"

Obama wins Nobel Peace - for reducing carbon footprint. Kept short hair. Less hair gel used. Less aerosol...

@jhunjhunwala: "Photo of Obama holding the Nobel prize enters Oxford dictionary as pic aid to explain the term WTF"

I'm sure there are many more that I've missed out, but I've got work to do :-)
I reiterate, follow these junta. They're kickass.

For the Twitter-hating populace: Alright, alright... So the next post will *not* be Twitter-based :P

Later edit: A brilliant insight into the workings of the Nobel Peace committee by one of my favourite bloggers and probably India's biggest punmeister (in more ways than one), Ramesh Srivats. Check out his post here.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

THE BEST OF #forgottencricketlandmarks

It started very innocuously when Anand Ramachandran (of Bosey fame) tweeted that he was proud to go to the city of Dodda Ganesh, the legendary Indian medium-pacer.

And then
I innocently replied telling him that the memorial for the aforementioned legend was next to the statue of David Johnson. A trending topic which was initially meant for obscure cricketers (such as Gerhardus Liebenberg, who remains the Jhumritalayya of cricket for me) ended up covering stalwarts such as Arun Lal and MSK Prasad. Samir Kochchar was not considered since even when being sarcastic, one should not use the words 'Samir Kochchar' and 'stalwart' in the same sentence (except one like this).

Anyway, one thing led to another. Over the next four hours, we had some very entertained / frustrated followers (depending on their points-of-view) and heaven knows just how close we were to making #forgottencricketlandmarks a trending topic.

So below are a compilaton of the best of the lot. I recommend you follow the entire bunch if you're on Twitter. You'll have amazing entertainment. Please read from bottom up.

MumbaiCentral: Navjot Singh Sidhu tribunal for parking disputes resolution.

bcl400: Kim Hughes Institute for Lachrymosal Studies
girsubra: Steve Bucknor Optics & Lens
gudur: Jonty Roads (connects one-third of the world)
krishashok: The Vikram Rathore Edge Foundation
chuck_gopal: Indian Cricket League (#forgottencricketlandmarks, after all :P)
shyamnaren: Vijay Merchant's school of business
bcl400: Ambrose Mcgrath Institute for Advanced Studies in Metronomes
girsubra: the vinod Kambli confessional altar
bigfatphoenix: The book of Lalit Modified cricket rules
chuck_gopal: The Steve Waugh Used Clothes collection drive
chuck_gopal: The McGrath-Donald Genealogy Nomenclature society
raghuvanshr: de Silva's Original Sri Lankan Surname Development Algorithm
murari: Dilshan & Marillier Ice-creams, one scoop or two?
abhishekchopra: Dean Jones's Intelligence Unit for Terrorist Identification :
karthikspage: Ricky Ponting Ethical Guest-Umpiring Services
abhishekupadhya: Gautham City
gr8rahul: Navjot Singh sindhu english dictionary stall
raghuvanshr: Sachin Tendulkar Groin Itch Treatment Facility
ashwines: Shoaib Malik school for Secular Public Speaking
raghuvanshr: Rameez Raja Translation Service
prateekcaire: Hayden's Book on Obnoxious Weed Treatment
raghuvanshr: Ambati Rayudu's Last Chance Saloon
venkatananth: Shane Warne and Graham Gooch Institute for Hair Transplants
abhishekchopra: The Anil Kumble Clinic for Jaw Fractures

iyerdeepak: Salman Butt Unfortunate Name Conglomeration
chuck_gopal: Dennis Lillee's Aluminium Manufacturing unit
rameshsrivats: John Buchanan Shipping Corporation. With multiple captains
iyerdeepak: Harbhajan and Sreesanth Snobfest and Sobfest awards of excellence
abhishekupadhya: Trevor Chappell Rexona Showroom. Underarm alley.
rameshsrivats: The Ganguly-Flintoff Topless Nightclub
viseshk: The Inzamam Runout Study Circle
rameshsrivats: Airtel presents the Shane Warne unlimited night-SMS offer.
raghuvanshr: Warnakulasooriya Patabendige Usantha Joseph Chaminda Vaas Memory Improvement Clinic
bigfatphoenix: The Madan Lal tight T-shirt boutique
raghuvanshr: Narendra Hirwani SIndhi Sportsmen's Union
raghuvanshr: Sunil Valson Cooldrinks Transport Service
rameshsrivats: Bank of Dalmia
rameshsrivats: Ravi Shastri's Ballistic Research Lab
rameshsrivats: W.G. Grace Haircutting Saloon
iyermatter: Painted Stork Appreciators Anonymous
bombilfry: The Duckworth-Lewis Institute for Flawless Mental Mathematics
rameshsrivats: Boycott's Club for Athletic Grandmothers
rameshsrivats: Harbhajan's Theatre of slapstick comedy
raghuvanshr: Kris Srikkanth Hindi-Maadhyam Paathshala
raghuvanshr: Mark Vermeulen's Fireproofing Equipment Store
raghuvanshr: Peter Chingoka Management School
raghuvanshr: Sreesanth Anger Management Clinic
chuck_gopal: The Onions, Beefy, Lamb, Wessels, Tiffin, Butcher and Cook collaborative Restaurant
vishal_c: The Michael Bevan finishing school
chuck_gopal: The Mike Gatting and Shakoor Rana grooming school of Decorum for young gentlemen
notytony: Farokh Engineer-ing College near Kozhikode
chuck_gopal: Andrew Symonds' Angling Club
raghuvanshr: Henry Olonga Music Conservatory
chuck_gopal: Jack Russell's art gallery... No wait, that already exists!
chuck_gopal: Paul Adams Ergonomics Research Institute
vishal_c: The Dwayne Leverock Appreciation society
vishal_c: The Hansie Cronje Advanced Laboratory for experimental portal design
viseshk: The Daryll Cullinan Academy Against Spin Bowling
ashwines: Shahid Afridi's centre for "Benjamin Button like ageing" in Khyber Agency
chuck_gopal: Shane Warne's fertility clinic
chuck_gopal: Hansie Cronje's on-field Communications Device Manufacturing Plant
chuck_gopal: MSK Prasad Diploma Institute of Unknown Acronyms
vishal_c: The Marcus Trescothick Homesickness Research Institute
ashwines: Inzamam-ul-Haq's centre for 'Advanced Solanum tuberosum Cultivation studies' in Toronto
chuck_gopal: Vinod Kambli's jewellery shop, Mumbai
onejubb: the shane watson academy for supernatural sightings
onejubb: the johnny walker-adam gilchrist institute of walking studies
chuck_gopal: The Colin Miller Hair Salon
vishal_c: The Ricky Ponting One-pitch catch Institute
vishal_c: @chuck_gopal @bigfatphoenix Or the Dipak Patel undersea tunnel in Auckland?

vishal_c: @chuck_gopal you mean you haven't heard of the Gagan Khoda School of Performing Arts in Jaipur?

bigfatphoenix: @chuck_gopal what about the Stuart Gillespie mall in Auckland?

bigfatphoenix: The Murphy Su'A catacombs near Wellington

chuck_gopal: @bigfatphoenix Please to be visiting the Dodda Ganesh memorial museum and takings pics. I think it's next to the David Johnson statue.

bigfatphoenix: Proud to be visiting the town that gave us Dodda Ganesh.


Magnificent stuff from all of you guys. Thanks for contributing and making my day :-D

Disclaimers: I had a hell of a time formatting, so I hope I didn't screw any of the credits up. If I did, let me know, I'll change them.