Summer Olympics 2008
A spectacular opening ceremony full of controversies, bustling athletes from all over the world, hi flying dignitaries from around the globe culminated in mind boggling entertainment and perfect fodder for the press.
I've been following the games for sometime now ( who am I kidding? I watch it everyday, like I live in China! ).
All this has magically transported me to another world and another life thousands of miles and days ago. A life where a young girl of 10 stood next to another one of her kind for marching tryouts. Both these girls never knew what was in store for them. All they knew was the fact that they would do their best for "red". Although, they did not get selected at the tender age of ten, they did not seem perturbed, after all there would be 5 more years and who knows in 5 years, they could march right in the front line and perhaps shout "Patel house eye's right" and not turn one's head right?
Little did they know that years later, they would make red their religion; eat, sleep, breathe and sacrifice for red. Little did they know that the small girl would be feared for being one of the most formidable competitors in the track and field later. Little did they know that the other one would one day be one of the greatest leaders of the red for two consecutive years. Little did they know that the two girls would one day be the thickest of all friends and they would take their journey to far away unheard of places.
snap snap... I just woke up from a beautiful reverie, where I was marching ahead in the first line and as we moved close to the podium, Shru and I were shouting "Patel house eyes...". I did not turn my head right. Minutes later, as we stood in the file next to each other, we smiled at each other knowingly.
Mood: Nostalgic
Song: Aake Baake Raaste (Artist: Bhupen Hazarika)
A spectacular opening ceremony full of controversies, bustling athletes from all over the world, hi flying dignitaries from around the globe culminated in mind boggling entertainment and perfect fodder for the press.
I've been following the games for sometime now ( who am I kidding? I watch it everyday, like I live in China! ).
All this has magically transported me to another world and another life thousands of miles and days ago. A life where a young girl of 10 stood next to another one of her kind for marching tryouts. Both these girls never knew what was in store for them. All they knew was the fact that they would do their best for "red". Although, they did not get selected at the tender age of ten, they did not seem perturbed, after all there would be 5 more years and who knows in 5 years, they could march right in the front line and perhaps shout "Patel house eye's right" and not turn one's head right?
Little did they know that years later, they would make red their religion; eat, sleep, breathe and sacrifice for red. Little did they know that the small girl would be feared for being one of the most formidable competitors in the track and field later. Little did they know that the other one would one day be one of the greatest leaders of the red for two consecutive years. Little did they know that the two girls would one day be the thickest of all friends and they would take their journey to far away unheard of places.
snap snap... I just woke up from a beautiful reverie, where I was marching ahead in the first line and as we moved close to the podium, Shru and I were shouting "Patel house eyes...". I did not turn my head right. Minutes later, as we stood in the file next to each other, we smiled at each other knowingly.
Mood: Nostalgic
Song: Aake Baake Raaste (Artist: Bhupen Hazarika)
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