Time to reblog an old(er) story. Since all my stories are (essentially) true, I have no qualms about recycling them every Thursday. I suspect some of my newer readers (Ha!) may have missed these gems and I cannot stand by and not bring some joy into their lives. Altruistic - that's the word.…
5-0 so far, but February 15th, 2014 is another day, another match, another team in another country. A country that has not been too kind to Indian cricket teams. Though, in recent years, despite the 4-0 a few years ago, Indians have shown some fight. Even the recent 2-0 was not without it’s moments.
Still, off we go with (more…)
3 or 4 years later, <after this story> I was in Canada, far removed from cricket. A chance remark by a friend at dinner found me searching out a cricket club in Canada. Their first question "Do you keep wickets?" "No, I don't , but I bat a bit and bowl a bit."…
Well - they asked me to. Ok, well, what actually happened was this. One of my friends, who writes poetry here and is also an artist, facts that I do not hold against her, posted an article on the benefits of bhindi, aka okra. For my benefit. Then another friend said "Please put…
< This is a continuation of an earlier post written many, many months ago. Why has it taken so long to get to this one? Well, TheLastWord outranks me in the office and he was off writing about trips to Nepal and France. This gave no one else a word in edgeways. They say I wasn’t motivated enough. I talked about opportunities and the fact that the LastWord was taking so much room in my head and a couple of stormy meetings ensued. So, anyway, we then had the divorce and I came here to run my own blog devoted only to cricket.
Also, I’m not sure anyone is reading this. Anyway, it is here now.
EDIT: 2022. I’m back here because they wanted me back. They being the rest of the avatars with whom I share a mind, body and soul. >
Batting was about survival, because I knew only how to play off the front foot. It was in my final year in school that I finally found my name on the board. This was it. I was on the school cricket team. This is how it happened. (more…)
Given the spate of mini-reunions I went to last month and given it's Thursday, I think a reblog of this one and only formal school reunion I ever attended may be appropriate.
I've struggled over the last couple of years with a growing urge to write a purely fictional piece of prose. I have failed to get very far. At least three major attempts ended up as poems. I am serious. How that happened I have no idea, but there they are. Fictional attempts, ok,…
So I'm back from Kolkata or Calcutta, as it used to be and will ever be for some, like me. It was a crowded trip, with remembrance services, weddings, school and college reunions interspersed with sporadic maintenance shopping. ( I'll have to explain that some other day, that "maintenance" thing.) It was three…
Another year older and a new one almost begun. So what did 2014 bring? It brought memories, travel to far off lands, some momentous events into the lives ( or life ) of the blog contributors or contributor. Let's review the happenings. We heard a third party perspective on how I met my…
The phone rang in the very early morning hours of Dec 17th, a Sunday. In the USA it was still Saturday, Dec 16th. I rose from the warm bed and padded out into the cold hall to the phone. I heard the pips that foretold a transatlantic call, waited for my oldest brother's…