My broadband has been down for the last two days, which explains why there hasn’t been much blogging in that time. My dial-up is as slow on Venkatesh Prasad on sedatives, and it takes me five minutes to open an email on Gmail, and 20 minutes to make a post like this. So the mails pile up, my readers leave me for Amitabh Bachchan, and I’m out of touch with what’s happening in the world.
But I’ll hang in here, and so must you.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Bangalore, Venky Prasad contemplates a comeback. I’ll keep on running after bowling the ball, he thinks, and reach the batsman before the ball does. If that don’t psyche them out…