And, for one more Saturday, a few stray thoughts and a few general observations and a few points of view (all my own work):
Like as I am writing this at 8 o'clock in the morning, it does look like there is going to be no cricket today. Which if I was superstitious, I would say is a bad omen for Pepsi in India.
Like what I saw of the double-wicket cricket itself yesterday was boring. It was neither the class of Test cricket nor the suspense of one-day cricket. I doubt it will catch on.
Like apart from Sachin Tendulkar's batting in his second innings, the only thing worth watching through the day was the enthusiastic fielding of the Indian colts.
Like over and across in Pakistan, the first Test against New Zealand is already cold and dead and buried in the ground.
Like there is a strange irony in the dismissal of Mr. Veerendra Patil. Mr. Patil, who is a chief minister of the Congress, a party known for its discipline and submission to the wishes of the high command, has defied the party president, who happens to be none other than Mr. Rajiv Gandhi. On the other hand, Mr. Chautala, who was the chief minister of the Janata Dal, a party not exactly known for its innerparty discipline, meekly resigned as chief minister on the orders of his party president, who happens to be an insignificant non-entity like Mr. Bommai.
Like if the Congress government, with such a popular mandate, was removed from power at the centre, it was Rajiv Gandhi's fault. And if the Congress government, with almost four-fifths majority in the Karnataka assembly, has been placed in suspension, it is also Mr. Gandhi's fault.
Like it would not be wrong to say that Mr. V.P. Singh's government is the best-intentioned government we have ever had - and the least effective.
Like it does seem that this is going to be a quiet Diwali. And while I have no objection to Sheriff Nana Chudasama taking credit for this, I think it is because of the general tightening of the family budget.
Like it does seem strange that if the Ambani paper is really coming out in another week, there are no advertisements announcing it.
And this final point of view:
That barely three months back my image of Mr. L. K. Advani was of the next prime minister of India and probably the best. Now it is of a man driving a chariot of fire to a final holocaust.