a memoir of etchings and wanderings
June has been a month of emotional highs and lows, sleepless nights and zombie walking to work in the mornings. But when you wait for something for four whole years, all of the above seems trivial. I was glad to be home this year. With the folks and Baba’s brand new 60 inch television set that had been purchased specifically for what is known as the greatest show in the … Continue reading “The Beautiful Game” →
Football, to me has always been a game that epitomises honesty, sweat and sportsmanship. Last night’s La Liga match was everything but those. From the very little that I understand about football, I have been able to decipher that it is one of the cleanest of sports. I must have been crazy to think that shoving and fixing would not be overlooked by FIFA. Evidently, it was. Now, to clear the air, … Continue reading “El Clásico” →
It has been a really long time since I sat down and actually enjoyed football. I can clearly recall how the parents and I would sit down after dinner to watch the late matches of some FIFA World Cup. Baba would take a print out of the schedule and I would dutifully update it. The 2010 World Cup was an absolute blur and owing to my rubbish Gurgaon PG I didnt … Continue reading “Bleeding Hart” →