The Cricket Fever

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“Ma’am I am feeling extremely low today. I wish I could travel back in time. I was so excited about the match yesterday,” said Amit, my colleague.

 

Amits’ enthusiasm for cricket is crazy. On his only day off, he travels all the way from Navi Mumbai to Malad to play cricket all day. The next day, he was always arrives at work on time without any sign of tiredness.

 

Today, he is disheartened and tried. He is disheartened by India’s defeat. It is such a different look for this normally fervent man.

 

Amit represents the teaming of fans that live for cricket. They not only know the sport not only by the rules but by the cricketers’ history and their family background. To them cricket is a religion – they eat cricket, they play cricket, they pray cricket, they talk cricket and they even walk cricket.

 

I noticed this love for cricket developing amongst boys during childhood. My chotu brother had just reached the 4^th standard, when he started walking and talking cricket. He made me laugh as he constantly bowled or batted as we walked. It was odd but I realized that most boys his aged acted that way as their love for the game of cricket grew.

The craze for cricket not only affects the young. It also keeps India young. During matches, a common and fun sight was my 75 year old my grandfather advocating cricket. My friend’s home was even more entertaining. My friend’s enthusiast mother used to prepare menu based on the cricket match. The menu ranged from South Africa-India bhindi masala to Pakistan-New Zealand cricket tadka dal. The family is so cricket obsessed that even their maid is given a day off from work to join them watch the cricket match on TV.

 

Let not forget, cricket and work. Most offices with television sets are set to watch the live telecast. We sneak away from work to watch the match. We get so involved in the match that it often seems as if we are playing the game and not those two teams. It makes the victory or defeat personal.

An emotional connection exists between game and all fans which is far far beyond the religion we follow or language we speak.

 

We bleed blue, we breath blue, we support blue because we believe in blue.

 

We might have lost in the semi finals this time but this is not the end of the world. Team India performed well and we are proud of them. The regrettable remarks made by some disappointed fans, about the personal lives of cricketers, do not truly show the true spirit of the hard core cricket lovers. It does not show the right spirit towards the game. Cricket is a game and we have to enjoy the spirit of it.

 

May the best team win and I am sure next time it will be India!

 

 

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Santa Time

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As a child, Christmas used to mean a ten day break from school, a time to welcome in the New Year and an opportunity to prepare for the second terminal exams. It also meant the arrival of a special guest ‘Santa’ who brought us many wonderful gifts.

Times have changed since I was a child. This time of year may not be as enchanting as it was but it is still magical. Santa is no longer that mythical traveler from the North Pole who brings us gifts. It is our near and dear ones who make our lives wonderful during this time of year.

Despite of these changes in perception many of my childhood traditions still continue.

I still spend time with the important people in my live – my parents, my brothers, my sisters and my friends.

I still create a wish list, though the types of gifts I ask for has changed. As a child, I asked for toys, dresses, colorful pencils and sweets. As a teenager, I asked for expensive clothes and accessories and even a two wheeler. As an adult, I ask for good jobs, salary hikes, promotions, cars etc. But most of all, throughout the years, I have asked for happiness and good health for my real life Santa’ my parents, my teachers and my friends.

This Christmas I would like to take the opportunity to thank each and every one in my life. The time that I have spent with you cannot be replaced by any expensive gift in the world. I hope we continue to celebrated life together for many more years.

Stay Happy, Enjoy the celebrations and Good health and happiness for all.

Bachpan ke din bhi kya din the…..!!

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Our childhood days are unforgettable – the school days, the holidays, the fights with friends and the masti. They are days I will always treasure.

Growing up as one of four, friends were not really required. We four siblings – Raja, Mantri, Chor, Sipaahi, were a group of our own. This was handy especially as we moved to new homes in better neighborhoods every two or three years. Our parents wanted to provide us with the best, homes and schools. 🙂

My childhood is full of great memories that bring warm smiles of remembrance but there are a few memories that bring back terror. I remember when my youngest brother was just a little baby, not even a year old. We were living in the little house surrounded by trees on three sides and a lake on one side. We decided to take our life size doll and go on a trek. We took his water bottle, milk bottle, biscuits and toys. We just didn’t tell mom as we were sure she wouldn’t let him come on our adventure. Why should he miss out on all the fun?

We had a great day, we played and explored. We discovered interesting rocks like archeologists. After a long and exciting day, we headed home. We reached our gates, said goodbye to our friends, only to realize that we have forgotten our brother.

We raced back, terrified. What if he crawled away? What if any animal attacked him? What if someone stole him? We reached the mountain rock where we had left him but he wasn’t there. We were terrified. We slowly looked around. Thankfully, we found him happily playing with his toys just before the rock. We were so relieved and we promised ourselves we would bring him along anymore.

The next time, we headed out on an adventure, despite the terror of that day, we brought him along as he was one of us and the day wouldn’t be complete without him. We were much more careful, reminding each other of his presence.

What a day!