Ah.. The spring is here... The Scarlett Johansson (Ok if you are not a Scarlett fan, think of Natalie Portman.. Or Rani Mukherjee.. But seriously. Its Scarlett friggin' Johansson..) of all seasons is here. This is quite clearly the best time of the year (Yes. I'm not allergic to pollens). Nature has moved on from the Angelina Jolie phase (Winter.. cold and Ugly yet some people like it) and made everyone realize how pretty it actually is. Being someone who likes fashion, it makes me glad to see designer short skirts/hot pants and Ts all around.. They may carry pretty girls.. I am not aware. Being the committed happily married person that I am, my eyes are focused.
This is the time when all the Indians in this place start playing cricket. By evening everyone tries to go to a school ground where the highschool boys play football. Not the original beautiful game. This is the one where you have people dressed like warriors and aim to kill or maim each other and blame everything on the elliptical foot long thing they call the "ball". Its like a war.. But of course a war has less casualties. I never understood the rules. They always try to make sure that nobody is holding the ball.. Why teach kids to be violent? Whats the whole purpose? Manly? balderdash. Its like watching Andrew Symonds and Matty Hayden do ballet.
Coming back to cricket.. Of course the school people do not want us to play cricket there. No. Don't use the word racism.. Its just that they have neatly mowed the grass for the football practice and in order to play cricket, we have.. um.. destroyed the 22X2 yards in the middle. By the way, we do have a designated cricket ground here. Somthing I never expected in Amrika. It will remind you of New Zealand grounds. Its scenic and its very small. And its inside a park. The park also has frisbee golf. All around the park amidst trees you have 18 markers to aim to. So there is no shortage of Gora's staring at all the Indians playing odd brother of baseball.
We do have a Intra-company tournament as well. You can see mostly unfit guys dressed in athletic clothing huffing and puffing (Puffing is quite true. Most of them come so that they can smoke without the wife knowing). There are some good players. Now since the ground is small and most of the other players attack like Manjrekar, defend like Maninder Singh, bowl like a combination of Agarkar and Raju, its fairly easy for those good players to make a fool of everyone else like me. Oh and we have a team too. Its called C4, after the explosive. The tagline says "Blast radius is greater than the ground radius". Our captain came up with that. Doesn't make sense. You would hv assumed that it means hitting sixes. But thats not true. We fold up and hope that their team is worse than ours (kinda like Indian batting Powerplay vs West Indian batting against spin).
Spring also means time for outings has returned. We are usually not very enthusiastic to go out during the cold and also sunset happens by 5/5:30 PM here. People become lazy to go out and snack their way through the evenings (And most of the people are from Chennai. When u put them here and if temperature goes below zero, you can see many many layers of clothing. Like Victorian ladies.). Very few people can survive the cool weather comfortably (Are you thinking of Anil Kapoor, God's greatest tribute to body hair and the mascot of the Grizzlies? if you are, we are birds of the same feather. We should totally hangout. Booze's on me) Now you will see half naked people running in streets with their iPods on. No.. no.. Not Indians. May be because we are proud folk. Togadiya said so.
This spring may not be as good. Most of the people I know here are planning to go back before the summer ends. That makes me sad. It also makes me wonder on how fast time flies. (Philosphy starts.. )You say it is monotonous and boring but you never realize how fast life is actually moving. It has been more than a year already. It seems like few days ago that I landed in Chicago and forgot my bag in the airport. The life here becomes a routine after the euphoria of "I'm at onsite" wears down. You struggle throughout the week, waiting for the weekends to come and when sunday evening comes and you need to go to Walmart or Harris Teeter for shopping, you realize that the weekend you were waiting for has passed. I read somewhere " Time, by moments, steals away, First the hour, and then the day; Small the daily loss appears,Yet it soon amounts to years". You know what, before you know it, Angelina will be back.
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| Spring is here everyone... Be happy... |
This is the time when all the Indians in this place start playing cricket. By evening everyone tries to go to a school ground where the highschool boys play football. Not the original beautiful game. This is the one where you have people dressed like warriors and aim to kill or maim each other and blame everything on the elliptical foot long thing they call the "ball". Its like a war.. But of course a war has less casualties. I never understood the rules. They always try to make sure that nobody is holding the ball.. Why teach kids to be violent? Whats the whole purpose? Manly? balderdash. Its like watching Andrew Symonds and Matty Hayden do ballet.
Coming back to cricket.. Of course the school people do not want us to play cricket there. No. Don't use the word racism.. Its just that they have neatly mowed the grass for the football practice and in order to play cricket, we have.. um.. destroyed the 22X2 yards in the middle. By the way, we do have a designated cricket ground here. Somthing I never expected in Amrika. It will remind you of New Zealand grounds. Its scenic and its very small. And its inside a park. The park also has frisbee golf. All around the park amidst trees you have 18 markers to aim to. So there is no shortage of Gora's staring at all the Indians playing odd brother of baseball.
We do have a Intra-company tournament as well. You can see mostly unfit guys dressed in athletic clothing huffing and puffing (Puffing is quite true. Most of them come so that they can smoke without the wife knowing). There are some good players. Now since the ground is small and most of the other players attack like Manjrekar, defend like Maninder Singh, bowl like a combination of Agarkar and Raju, its fairly easy for those good players to make a fool of everyone else like me. Oh and we have a team too. Its called C4, after the explosive. The tagline says "Blast radius is greater than the ground radius". Our captain came up with that. Doesn't make sense. You would hv assumed that it means hitting sixes. But thats not true. We fold up and hope that their team is worse than ours (kinda like Indian batting Powerplay vs West Indian batting against spin).
Spring also means time for outings has returned. We are usually not very enthusiastic to go out during the cold and also sunset happens by 5/5:30 PM here. People become lazy to go out and snack their way through the evenings (And most of the people are from Chennai. When u put them here and if temperature goes below zero, you can see many many layers of clothing. Like Victorian ladies.). Very few people can survive the cool weather comfortably (Are you thinking of Anil Kapoor, God's greatest tribute to body hair and the mascot of the Grizzlies? if you are, we are birds of the same feather. We should totally hangout. Booze's on me) Now you will see half naked people running in streets with their iPods on. No.. no.. Not Indians. May be because we are proud folk. Togadiya said so.
This spring may not be as good. Most of the people I know here are planning to go back before the summer ends. That makes me sad. It also makes me wonder on how fast time flies. (Philosphy starts.. )You say it is monotonous and boring but you never realize how fast life is actually moving. It has been more than a year already. It seems like few days ago that I landed in Chicago and forgot my bag in the airport. The life here becomes a routine after the euphoria of "I'm at onsite" wears down. You struggle throughout the week, waiting for the weekends to come and when sunday evening comes and you need to go to Walmart or Harris Teeter for shopping, you realize that the weekend you were waiting for has passed. I read somewhere " Time, by moments, steals away, First the hour, and then the day; Small the daily loss appears,Yet it soon amounts to years". You know what, before you know it, Angelina will be back.
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| I am Cold and yes thats Blood.. |
Note to wife : If you are reading this blog.. Are you really? aww.. thanks.. Also, I may hv spoken abt prettty girls etc, but you are the prettiest for me. I was just generalizing. You understand right?
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