A slogan on a Cairo wall shows a humorous
side to the protest movement
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Shahid Javed Burki: Pakistan - South Asia's sick man
| Shahid Javed Burki: Pakistan - South Asia's sick man |
| As they struggle to pull the economy from the edge of a precipice, policy makers in Islamabad would do well to learn from India and Bangladesh |
| Shahid Javed Burki / January 29, 2011, 0:45 IST |
Today, Pakistan is South Asia's sick man. This year – the financial year ending on June 30 – if the Pakistani economy grows at all, the rate of increase will be no more than the rate of growth in population. This means that there will be no increase in average income and, for most of the population, income per head will decline. This will add another 10 million to the pool of poverty, bringing the total to over 70 million. In the immediate future, the national output is likely to increase at a rate less than one-half of that expected for Bangladesh and one-third of that projected for India.
I pointed this out to Pakistan's President Asif Ali Zardari in a recent meeting. He responded by saying that by comparing the performances of India, Bangladesh and Pakistan I was comparing apples and oranges. India had had a democratic system of government for more than 60 years and Bangladesh had been under democratic rule for a longer period than Pakistan. He said he had inherited a damaged economy and a dysfunctional political system from a military dictator. His government's first priority was to provide the country with a political system that was fully representative of the wishes of the citizenry.
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Other than this explanation based on the impact of development in politics on economic performance, are there other reasons why Pakistan is lagging so far behind Bangladesh and India? What has the country not done that its neighbours have to better the lives of their citizens? There are three telling differences between the direction of economic policy taken by India and Pakistan and two when we compare Bangladesh and Pakistan. Taken together, these five provide some ideas to the policy makers in Islamabad as they struggle to pull the economy from the edge of a precipice. Let me start with the three things Indians have done differently compared to Pakistan.
It was perhaps a combination of Mahtama Gandhi's emphasis on self-reliance and Jawaharlal Nehru's attraction to socialism in the style of the Soviet Union that kept India from becoming dependent on external flows for financing development. Today, more than six decades after the two countries achieved Independence, the Indian rate of domestic savings and its tax-to-GDP ratio are more than twice that of Pakistan. Islamabad has had to go repeatedly to the International Monetary Fund (IMF) to save itself from bankruptcy. India needed to do that only once in the last quarter century.
New Delhi put a great deal of emphasis on developing public sector institutions of education, training and learning in a number of sectors. The famed institutions of administration and technology have produced skilled people who have led some important parts of the Indian economy. They also constitute the core of the community of Non-Resident Indians (NRIs), who are playing an important role in transforming the Indian economy at this time. Pakistan does not have a single such institution in the public sector.
The third important difference is that the Indians have allowed the development of scale in the modern sectors of their economy. Consequently, some of the Indian firms are now of the size and competence to challenge those in the West. The Indian firm has arrived on the international scene. That may have happened in Pakistan's case too but for the nationalisation undertaken by former Prime Minister Zulfikar Ali Bhutto in the early 1970s. He was, in a way, adopting the Indian socialist model of economic management without realising that India built up the state sector through investment, not expropriation of private assets.
The two differences that stand out between Bangladesh and Pakistan are in the areas of industrial policy and the treatment of women in the workforce. Dhaka adopted a model of development that put small enterprises at the centre of the economic stage. Such micro-lenders as the Grameen Bank and BRAC were able to provide small amounts of capital to hundreds of thousands of small entrepreneurs, most of them women. These enterprises contributed to the development of the ready-made garment industry which, in turn, encouraged the participation of women in the workforce. This development model, focused on women, has produced the most rapid demographic change in South Asia. The increase in the median age of the population was more rapid in Bangladesh than any other South Asian country.
There is, in other words, enough experience available in South Asia for policy makers in Pakistan to formulate a development approach to pull their country out of tremendous economic difficulties it faces at this time.
The writer is former finance minister of Pakistan and former vice-president, World Bank
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Mad for Mumbai ( By Catherine Taylor)
Taxis in Mumbai: "I have wept more here than I have ever in my life ... But the longer I stay, the more I seem to relax, let go, let it be." Source: Supplied
Living in India is like having an intense but insane affair, writes expat Catherine Taylor
TONIGHT, as I waved my high heel in the face of a bewildered taxi driver, I thought suddenly: I am absolutely nuts in India. It's a thought I have often. Someone or something is always going nuts, and quite often it's me.
I was trying to get a taxi driver to take me home, a mere 500 metres away, but it was pouring with rain and my shoes were oh-so-high, and it was late. He, of course, was having none of it; no amount of shoe-waving and sad-facing from a wild-haired firangi was changing his mind, when suddenly I remembered the magic trick - pay more than you should. "Arre, bhai sahab, 50 rupees to Altamount Road? Please?" And off we went.
I have lived in Mumbai for almost three years. It was my choice to come - I wanted offshore experience in my media career and India was the only country looking to hire - and I wanted a change. I needed something new, exciting, thrilling, terrifying. And India gave that to me in spades. In fact, she turned it all the way up to 11. And then she turned it up a little more.
To outsiders, living in India has a particular kind of glamour attached to it, a special sparkle that sees people crowding around me at parties. "You live in India? My God, really? I could never do that. What's it like?" The closest I have come to answering that question is that it's like being in a very intense, extremely dysfunctional relationship. India and I fight, we scream, we argue, we don't speak for days on end, but really, deep down, we love each other. She's a strange beast, this India. She hugs me, so tightly sometimes that I can't breathe, then she turns and punches me hard in the face, leaving me stunned. Then she hugs me again, and suddenly I know everything will be all right.
She wonders why I don't just "know" how things are done, why I argue with her about everything, why I judge, why I rail at injustice and then do nothing about it. She wonders how old I am, how much I earn, why I'm not married. (The poor census man looked at me, stunned, then asked in a faltering voice, "But madam, if you're not married then… who is the head of your household?") I wonder how she can stand by when small children are begging on corners, how she can let people foul up the streets so much that they are impossible to walk along, how she can allow such corruption, such injustice, such A LOT OF HONKING.
But she has taught me things. She has taught me to be brave, bold, independent, sometimes even fierce and terrifying. She has taught me to walk in another man's chappals, and ask questions a different way when at first the answer is no. She has taught me to accept the things I cannot change. She has taught me that there are always, always, two sides to every argument. And she was kind enough to let me come and stay.
She didn't make it easy though (but then, why should she?). The Foreigner Regional Registration Office, banks, mobile phone companies and rental agencies are drowning under piles of carbon paper, photocopies of passports (I always carry a minimum of three) and the soggy tissues of foreigners who fall to pieces in the face of maddening bureaucracy. What costs you 50 rupees one day might be 500 rupees the next, and nobody will tell you why. What you didn't need to bring yesterday, you suddenly need to bring today. Your signature doesn't look like your signature. And no, we can't help you. Come back tomorrow and see.
It's not easy being here, although I am spoiled by a maid who cooks for me, and a delivery service from everywhere that ensures I rarely have to wave my shoes at taxi drivers. I buy cheap flowers, trawl for gorgeous antiques, buy incredibly cheap books; I have long, boozy brunches in five-star hotels for the price of a nice bottle of wine at home, I have a very nice roof over my head … on the face of it, it would seem I have little to complain about. But then, I am stared at constantly, I have been spat on, sexually harassed, had my (covered) breasts videotaped as I walked through a market, had my drink spiked, been followed countless times. I have wept more here than I have ever in my life, out of frustration, anger, loneliness, the sheer hugeness of being here. But the longer I stay, the more I seem to relax, let go, let it be.
But I do often wonder why I'm here, especially when I'm tired, teary and homesick, my phone has been disconnected for the 19th time despite promises it would never happen again, when it's raining and no taxis will take me home. But then a willing ride always comes along, and we'll turn a corner and be suddenly in the midst of some banging, crashing mad festival full of colour, where everyone is dancing behind a slow-moving truck, and I won't have a clue what's going on but a mum holding a child will dance up to my window and point and smile and laugh, and I breathe out and think, really, my God, this is fantastic. This is India! I live in India! She hugs me, she punches me, and she hugs me again.
Yet I know won't ever belong here, not properly. I know this when I listen to girls discussing what colour blouses they should wear to their weddings - she's Gujarati, he's from the south, she's wearing a Keralan sari. I know when my friends give me house-hunting advice: "Look at the names of the people who already live there, then you'll know what kind of building it is." (Trouble is, I don't know my Kapoors from my Kapurs, my Sippys from my Sindhis, my Khans from my Jains). I know this when my lovely fruit man (who also delivers) begs me to taste a strawberry he is holding in his grubby hands and I have to say no, I can't eat it, I'll die… I know I will never belong because, as stupid as it sounds, being truly, properly Indian is in your DNA. I marvel at how incredibly well educated so many of them are, how they can all speak at least three languages and think it's no big deal, how they fit 1000 people into a train carriage meant for 300 and all stand together quite peacefully, how they know the songs from every Hindi film ever made, how they welcome anyone and everyone (even wild-haired, complaining firangis) into their homes for food, and chai, and more food.
I've seen terrible things - someone fall under a train, children with sliced-off ears, old, old men sitting in the rain nursing half-limbs while they beg, children covered in flies sleeping on the pavement, beggars with no legs weaving themselves through traffic on trolleys, men in lunghis working with their hands in tiny corridors with no fans in sky-high temperatures. I've read heartbreaking things, of gang rapes, corruption, environmental abuse. I've smelled smells that have stripped the inside of my nostrils, stepped over open sewers in markets, watched a goat being bled to death.
I've done things of which I am ashamed, things I never thought I would do. I have slapped a starving child away, I have turned my head in annoyance when beggars have tapped repeatedly on my taxi window, I have yelled at grown men in the face. I have been pinched and pinched back, with force. I have slapped, I have hit, I have pushed. I have screamed in anger. I have, at times, not recognised myself.
I've yelled at a man for kicking a dog, and yelled at a woman who pushed into a line ahead of me when I wasn't at all in a hurry. When a teenage beggar stood at the window of my taxi, saying "F… you madam" over and over, I told him to go f… himself and gave him the finger; once on the train I let a kid keep 100 rupees as change. I am kind and I am cold-hearted, I am fair and I am mean, I am delightful and I am downright rude. I am all of these at once and I distress myself wildly over it, but somehow, India accepts me. She has no time for navel-gazing foreigners; she just shoved everyone along a bit and made room for me. She has no time to dwell on my shortcomings, she just keeps moving along.
And then, and then. I've been to temples where I've sung along with old women who had no teeth, I've held countless smiling ink-marked babies for photos, I've had unknown aunties in saris smile and cup my face with their soft, wrinkled hands, I've made street vendors laugh when I've choked on their spicy food, I've danced through the streets at Ganpati, fervently sung the national anthem (phonetically) in cinemas, had designers make me dresses, I've met with CEOs and heads of companies just because I asked if I could. She hugs, she punches, she hugs again.
In short, I have been among the luckiest of the lucky. She keeps me on my toes, Ms India, and I have been blessed that she let me stay for a while. She wanted me to succeed here and she gave me grand opportunities and endless second chances. She willed me forward like a stern parent. She welcomed me. And when I leave, because I know I will one day, I will weep, because I will miss her terribly. And because I know she won't even notice that I am gone.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
2 Mile Tall Men......
( from the Economist)
Jan Pen, a Dutch economist who died last year, came up with a striking way to picture inequality. Imagine people's height being proportional to their income, so that someone with an average income is of average height. Now imagine that the entire adult population of America is walking past you in a single hour, in ascending order of income.......
- The first passers-by, the owners of loss-making businesses, are invisible: their heads are below ground.
- Then come the jobless and the working poor, who are midgets.
- After half an hour the strollers are still only waist-high, since America's median income is only half the mean.
- It takes nearly 45 minutes before normal-sized people appear.
- But then, in the final minutes, giants thunder by. With six minutes to go they are 12 feet tall.
- When the 400 highest earners walk by, right at the end, each is more than two miles tall..................
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Narayana Murthy on Netaji Bose
Netaji could have taken us past China: Murthy
24 Jan, 2011 0831hrs IST TNN
KOLKATA: India would have seized its opportunities better and faster than China and climbed to the second spot on the world economic ladder by now had Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose played a role in building the nation, Infosys chief mentor N R Narayana Murthy said here on Sunday.
He would have been a perfect foil to Jawaharlal Nehru's more conservative approach to industrialization, opposed the licence raj and might even have prevented Partition, Murthy added while delivering the Netaji Memorial Oration in Kolkata on Sunday.
The software guru paid a glowing tribute to Bose while censuring the Centre for not paying due respect to the great leader. "India would have been a different country had Bose been around in the post-Independence period. Along with Nehru, Shyamaprasad Mookerji and C Rajagopa-lachari, he would've formed a cohesive team that could have done wonders for India. The country could have done better in terms of population management, reaped richer demographic dividends, adopted scientific agricultural techniques earlier and embraced industrialization better. With these men at the helm, our bureaucracy would have functioned better and most importantly, the country would probably not have been split. Today, India would've been where China now stands — on the second rung of the world economic ladder," he said at Netaji Bhavan.
Infosys chief mentor N R Narayana Murthy elaborated on why Netaji's presence would have made a big difference to India's destiny.
"He was bold, upright and could take on anybody. He could question even Mahatma Gandhi and dared to disagree with him, which he did on the dominion status issue. Netaji knew that areas like population control, industries, agriculture and health were key to the country's growth and had expressed his views on these. His views were strikingly modern and practical which makes me conclude that India would have done better than China with him in the front seat of the government," Murthy said.
Critcizing the Centre for not paying "due respect to this great son of India", Murthy felt it was time to correct the mistake. "I have heard that Delhi doesn't have a single prominent avenue named after him. This is a shame and I hope our wonderful Prime Minister will soon correct this lacunae," he added.
Commenting on India's achievements, Murthy said the country has come a long way from being looked upon as a poor, pitiable nation to a strong, emerging country.
"Our GDP growth rate is the second highest in the world, our stock exchanges and industries have done exceedingly well, we have more billionaires than Japan and our cricketers have emerged as stars across the world. But this is not the whole story. We are 119th among 160 countries in the human development index, we have 400 million illitretates, 750 million without access to proper sanitation and 25 million children out of school, while 64% of our children are malnourished. We needed a strong leader like Bose and his courageous approach to tide over these hurdles. He was a visionary in every sense and had written that even though industrialization had its evils, we can't go back to the pre-industry era and should learn to reconcile ourselves to the progress already made. Bose saw India's potential in industrial development," Murthy explained.
Bold decisions, integrity and courage could still set India on the growth path, Murthy said. "This is clear from the example set by Narasimha Rao. Even though he was criticized, he went ahead and ushered in liberalization, which should be lauded," he said.
He would have been a perfect foil to Jawaharlal Nehru's more conservative approach to industrialization, opposed the licence raj and might even have prevented Partition, Murthy added while delivering the Netaji Memorial Oration in Kolkata on Sunday.
The software guru paid a glowing tribute to Bose while censuring the Centre for not paying due respect to the great leader. "India would have been a different country had Bose been around in the post-Independence period. Along with Nehru, Shyamaprasad Mookerji and C Rajagopa-lachari, he would've formed a cohesive team that could have done wonders for India. The country could have done better in terms of population management, reaped richer demographic dividends, adopted scientific agricultural techniques earlier and embraced industrialization better. With these men at the helm, our bureaucracy would have functioned better and most importantly, the country would probably not have been split. Today, India would've been where China now stands — on the second rung of the world economic ladder," he said at Netaji Bhavan.
Infosys chief mentor N R Narayana Murthy elaborated on why Netaji's presence would have made a big difference to India's destiny.
"He was bold, upright and could take on anybody. He could question even Mahatma Gandhi and dared to disagree with him, which he did on the dominion status issue. Netaji knew that areas like population control, industries, agriculture and health were key to the country's growth and had expressed his views on these. His views were strikingly modern and practical which makes me conclude that India would have done better than China with him in the front seat of the government," Murthy said.
Critcizing the Centre for not paying "due respect to this great son of India", Murthy felt it was time to correct the mistake. "I have heard that Delhi doesn't have a single prominent avenue named after him. This is a shame and I hope our wonderful Prime Minister will soon correct this lacunae," he added.
Commenting on India's achievements, Murthy said the country has come a long way from being looked upon as a poor, pitiable nation to a strong, emerging country.
"Our GDP growth rate is the second highest in the world, our stock exchanges and industries have done exceedingly well, we have more billionaires than Japan and our cricketers have emerged as stars across the world. But this is not the whole story. We are 119th among 160 countries in the human development index, we have 400 million illitretates, 750 million without access to proper sanitation and 25 million children out of school, while 64% of our children are malnourished. We needed a strong leader like Bose and his courageous approach to tide over these hurdles. He was a visionary in every sense and had written that even though industrialization had its evils, we can't go back to the pre-industry era and should learn to reconcile ourselves to the progress already made. Bose saw India's potential in industrial development," Murthy explained.
Bold decisions, integrity and courage could still set India on the growth path, Murthy said. "This is clear from the example set by Narasimha Rao. Even though he was criticized, he went ahead and ushered in liberalization, which should be lauded," he said.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
And now, the Chinese Umrao Jaan !
Check out this video on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AxH-pbUwZ8&feature=youtube_gdata_player
RSK
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Two suns in 2011?
The Earth could soon have a second Sun when one of the brightest stars in the night sky explodes into a supernova.
The cosmic phenomenon, which may happen as soon as this year and remain for at least a week or two, is expected to be the most stunning light show in the planet's history.
According to astronomers, the Earth will undoubtedly have a front row seat when the dying red super-giant star, called Betelgeuse, finally blows itself into oblivion.
The explosion will be so bright that even though the star in the Orion constellation is 640 light-years away, it will still turn night into day and appear like there are two suns in the sky for a few weeks, theDaily Mail reported.
The cosmic phenomenon, which may happen as soon as this year and remain for at least a week or two, is expected to be the most stunning light show in the planet's history.
According to astronomers, the Earth will undoubtedly have a front row seat when the dying red super-giant star, called Betelgeuse, finally blows itself into oblivion.
The explosion will be so bright that even though the star in the Orion constellation is 640 light-years away, it will still turn night into day and appear like there are two suns in the sky for a few weeks, theDaily Mail reported.
The only real debate is over exactly when it will happen. In stellar terms, Betelgeuse is predicted to crash and burn in the very near future.
Brad Carter, of the University of Southern Queensland in Australia, claimed that the galactic blast could happen before 2012 -- or any time over the next million years.
"This old star is running out of fuel in its centre," Dr Carter was quoted as saying.
"This fuel keeps Betelgeuse shining and supported. When this fuel runs out the star will literally collapse in upon itself and it will do so very quickly.
Brad Carter, of the University of Southern Queensland in Australia, claimed that the galactic blast could happen before 2012 -- or any time over the next million years.
"This old star is running out of fuel in its centre," Dr Carter was quoted as saying.
"This fuel keeps Betelgeuse shining and supported. When this fuel runs out the star will literally collapse in upon itself and it will do so very quickly.
This is the final hurrah for the star. It goes bang, it explodes, it lights up -- we'll have incredible brightness for a brief period of time for a couple of weeks and then over the coming months it begins to fade and then eventually it will be very hard to see at all."
Meanwhile, there is a doomsday theory being floated on the Internet with some linking this supernova to the Mayan calendar's prediction of an Armageddon in 2012.
But experts claimed that even if the big bang is looming, it will still happen way too far from Earth to do us any harm.
"When a star goes bang, the first we will observe of it is a rain of tiny particles called nuetrinos," said Dr Carter.
Meanwhile, there is a doomsday theory being floated on the Internet with some linking this supernova to the Mayan calendar's prediction of an Armageddon in 2012.
But experts claimed that even if the big bang is looming, it will still happen way too far from Earth to do us any harm.
"When a star goes bang, the first we will observe of it is a rain of tiny particles called nuetrinos," said Dr Carter.
They will flood through the Earth and bizarrely enough, even though the supernova we see visually will light up the night sky, 99 per cent of the energy in the supernova is released in these particles that will come through our bodies and through the Earth with absolutely no harm whatsoever."
When it happens, the Betelgeuse supernova will almost certainly be the most dramatic ever seen.
It is the ninth brightest star in the night sky and the second brightest in the constellation of Orion.
When it happens, the Betelgeuse supernova will almost certainly be the most dramatic ever seen.
It is the ninth brightest star in the night sky and the second brightest in the constellation of Orion.
Here and There !
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Friday, January 21, 2011
The Power Of Just One..
THE POWER OF...... JUST ONE..
ONE WORD CAN START A POEM
ONE LINE CAN TWIST A STORY
ONE FLOWER BEGINS A SPRING
ONE LEAF BEGINS A FALL
ONE RING WILL GET YOU MARRIED
ONE SIGN WILL SAY IT'S OVER
ONE HUG CAN SAY YOU CARE
ONE SHRUG CAN SAY..YOU DON'T
ONE CANDLE CAN LIGHT THE ROOM
ONE CLOUD CAN DIM THE SUN
ONE MARK CAN WIDEN YOUR HORIZON
ONE PERCENT CAN BROADEN YOUR VISION
ONE BULL CAN TOSS YOUR FORTUNE
ONE BEAR CAN MAKE YOU BEG
ONE CARD CAN MAKE YOUR GAME
ONE GAME CAN TUMBLE YOUR LIFE
ONE MALL CAN MAKE YOU BUY
ONE BILL CAN MAKE YOU CRY
ONE QUAKE CAN CHANGE YOUR DESTINY
ONE RIOT CAN CHANGE YOUR ADDRESS
ONE FALL CAN SCAR YOUR FACE
ONE ACT CAN BREAK A BOND
ONE STRIDE BEGINS A MARCH
ONE MARCH BEGINS A REVOLUTION
ONE REVOLUTION EARNS YOU FREEDOM
ONE VOTE CAN CHANGE A NATION
ONE DROP CAN CREATE A LIFE
ONE CLOT CAN TAKE A LIFE
TO REALISE THE VALUE OF A FRIEND
TRY LOSING......................JUST ONE
अब के बरस भेज भैय्या को बाबुल ....
A jailed girl's poignant plea to her dad to send her brother to fetch her home for the ensuing Sawan ( monsoon month).....
From Bandini ( a S D Buramn composition)
RSK
True and False !
A joke on the streets of Moscow these days:
"Everything the Communists told us about communism was a complete and utter lie. Unfortunately, everything the Communists
told us about capitalism turned out to be true."
Thursday, January 20, 2011
My Review : Dhobi Ghat
The titles at the start of the movie translate DHOBI GHAT into MUMBAI DIARIES and that is what the movie is really about..... a serious, " artsy" effort places Kiran Rao in the league of talented and serious film makers......
A shortish film, it captures the moods and diversity of the Mumbai landscape though one misses the constant din and the excesses of people everywhere...this gives a sort of sanitised look to the city..... Prateik Babbar surely carries late Smita Patil's genes and it shows in what is probably his debut film? Aamir Khan as the loner- painter executes his role with panache...wonder why the excessive smoking scenes in the film ?...as I have said before, I think the tobacco companies probably overtly fund films to do so....
The Dogra girl also does a good job at portraying the role of a Parsi girl, speaking accented Hindi ...I found her role of a Banker- Photographer a tad autobiographical though I am neither that young nor that good- looking !
All in all, do go and see it....the Janta may not lap it up but do I give rat's arse to it ?
RSK
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Modern Day Cricket Definitions.....
Reauctionary
A person who gets violent if past Indian greats are not signed up by the IPL (a Bengal phenomenon!)
Jan 19, 2011
A bids-and-pieces player
An otherwise mediocre cricketer who manages to put in a timely performance before the IPL auction, thereby getting a good price
Jan 17, 2011
Marquee player
What Bhajji will now call Symonds, and no one can do a thing about it
Jan 13, 2011
Priority
Recent importance given by England to their wicketkeepers
Jan 7, 2011
Durban legend
Something unbelievable that happens at Kingsmead. Like Nehra's 6 for 23 and Yuvraj's six sixes
Jan 1, 2011
Cotton bowled
A very soft return catch
Dec 26, 2010
Dark side of the Morne
Morkel's less friendly avatar, obsessed with money and time
Dec 20, 2010
Seh-wags
Viru's female fan following
Dec 14, 2010
Pontingfication
When Ricky speaks but no one really cares
Dec 8, 2010
Pom Pom
Two English cheerleaders standing side-by-side
Nov 14, 2010
Dental disintegration
Before the mean old Aussies started throwing words around, the West Indians had their own way of dealing with the opposition
Nov 8, 2010
Fishing nets
When a batsman keeps missing the ball outside off during practice
Nov 2, 2010
Drawt
Sudden scarcity of non-results in Test matches due to the fast-paced game of today, which upsets ol' MCC members
Oct 27, 2010
Gniws
You know, reverse swing
Oct 21, 2010
Commentary box
When Shastri and Sidhu get into a fistfight
Oct 15, 2010
Seemer
Bowler who appears to be a quickie. But you actually never know
Oct 9, 2010
Captain's knock
When the skipper has to enter the opposition dressing room to apologise for the tomfoolery of his young bowlers
Oct 2, 2010
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