Ow just let him be!!!

Obscene vulgar sacrilege.... Journalists are given the divine power of words but beat it guys who are u to judge .. He has toiled n run over miles n if he is rewarded he celebrates, he relishes it , hes rejuvenated only then the sweat running over his body accepts him .Each individual has his expression now who r these people to hold him back .. i just cant fathom the fact that media is making a furore over his actions .. ok by wat means did u term it vulgar, its such a relative term in this case .Spare him , look at what he's good for , focus on that guys instead of moral policing .Sreesanth is one heck of a talent , encourage rather than penning down such incisive articles.
Alright agreed he shouldn't get himself in other's way esp if its The Hulks of Cricket -Symo n Hayden but otherwise i see nothin wrong in his celebrations.Brett Lee ,Andre Nel are no cognoscente , why dont u take a look at their celebrations in their first year of cricket.Well lets talk more , The Aussies are such sad spoilsports , god imagine if the secretary of their cricket board is ashamed and starts crying hearing the comments on the nation's favorite people.Glenn McGrath ,whose bowling is as precise as passing a thread through a needle's eye, is pricked when Sarwan gets smarter than him . And supposedly they lost the ASHES '05 for being friendly , ok so now who needs alibis u know whom to ask.

Go on Sree ,dance away but make the batsmen dance first ,we like to see some competition else the beauty of the dance n cricket will go unadmired

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Mi Halcyon

Too many thots seem to be flowin out of me .. hmmm..ok it began as just a small reunion at some junked up eatout .. ended up going to a guzzler downin 4 mugs of beeeeeeeeeer and my first shot of vodka.. n then it hit me or "heat " me.. at that instant i felt warm once that queer liquid enterd my oesophagus.. i didnt feel anything else happenin in the sense i felt normal .. there was just a slight delay of 5 millisec between my vision n brain.. i guess it happens "jitter" effect u know .. but i was pretty sane but feeling really nice to be back with all my buddies .. poof memories returned i smiled , laughed, felt tickled but tat was all inside me .. these things werent displayed physically.. then it was all same old banter we all do wit our buddies .. seriously i was feeling great when my frnd was drivin me back home.. 1st time got home drunk not exactly thrashed though n ur best frnd leaves u home wat more do u want.. then i hit my bed driftin into a lush paddyfield farm at dusk with the sky overcast walkin over cobbled stones with my hands holdin her cold and fragile yet assuring fingers , leading her to i don know where.. watching her all along,watchin her lissom hair trying to wrap over her face but in vain as she held them back in their place like a mom tryin t0 discipline her stubborn 5yr old sweetly .. n then we just sat on the wild grass pricking me thru my jeans but i liked tat also .. there was a stupid insect troubling her so had to shoo it away .. her delicate shoulder ,draped with her fragant hair ever so peaceful, beckonin me to rest my head.. i just rested without a care on this world gazing thru an ethereal glow..i was totally disarmed,tender n helpless relative to all the elements of nature around us but nothin could take this away from me n i jus knew that .. the moment was endless or so i thought until my stupid cell woke me up:-/(so it wasnt nature another of man's stupid creation spoilin my time) ..i woke up high n dry like i i had been put on flight flying me to stratospheric heights of ecstacy n i had to crash land.. That was my "Halcyon"...just Beautiful ....

Wats in a name??

Well my first post huh... to start off let me explain y the name "CRyppled " .. tat emerged from a mutated string function i guess.. Ok don think im weird geek..
Actually I was reading this book "The Brothers Karamazov"--Fyodor Dostoevsky (One of my favorite author coz he's as confused as me) and he quotes--"Man is a Mystery:if u spend ur entire life tryin to puzzle it out ,then do not say that u have wasted ur time .I occupy myself with this mystery because i want to be a man." ..so thinking about it i sometimes wonder what are we after all.. who makes this heart of ours pump the blood ??.. when a person dies y cant we just replace it with a mechanical pump n get her/him started all over again?? ..if u ask me im a "crypt" which i can never decipher n this leaves me "crippled"..so mutated_sring(crypt,crippled)= "CRyppled" //ignore syntax

Holy mother i should start writin a book!!