So did anyone else feel that the Sania Mirza marriage turned out to be such an anticlimax?
I did appreciate the buildup and the hoopla that accompanied the event. What more could one ask for? Ex-wives crying foul. Public outcry over the Indian tennis player riding off into the sunset with a Pakistani cricketer and then, as the day of the marriage approached, Sania Mirza standing by her slightly forgetful husband-to-be. Yes Sir, I definitely expected the actual marriage to resemble the D Day landing on the beaches of Normandy with fireworks blazing in the sky like the 4th of July and hopefully a final "kahani mein twist". But instead, SM transformed herself to the perfect Indian bride wearing her mom's 25 year old red sari (Looking great, mind you!!) and they got married in a relatively hum drum fashion and that was that. The next day all was forgiven, the marriage forgotten and we were left wondering "What was the fuss all about?". Strange ending, I must say :(
Looking forward to the weekend. Work this week was, well, work. The Chinese GP's qualifying is in a few hours and I plan to slumber till 11 AM and wake up in time to catch final quali. For sure, I am an ardent Schumy fan but Alonso is the only other driver in the F1 field who gives me the same goosebumps as Schumy did back in the late 90's. With the long straights though, I am putting the McLaren of Lewis Hamilton down for a win. I think the guy is brilliant. I just don't like him, that's all :). No denying his talent though, unfortunately. I'll know if I got this right by Sunday afternoon. And so a weekend with friends, good old Mr Jack Daniels, some more office work and some F1 action beckons.
Time to head out.
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