Showing posts from May, 2006


People come, people go. I wait. Faces in the crowd Nothing else. I stop to look, to catch a glimpse. Will someone stop? Will someone listen? Will someone care? Who am I looking for? Do they have a name? I do not know. I simply wait. Rain, thunder, birds, leaves, These are my friends. We share our pains. The seasons change. An old bench turns into hope. I wait. Years have passed, but still I sit. Many more shall come, of that I am sure. But what are years, When waiting becomes triumph? My day shall come. I hear a voice, I hear them speak. Then I blink, and they have gone. I smile, I laugh, but all that others see is a fool and his grief. And yes, today it is I who have lost again. Yet I do not cry that it is passed, but smile that it has happened.

"I'll have a Sam Adams"

Beer. The most popular form of alcohol and the common drink at so many occasions. The one drink that'll always be in a guy's fridge or mini bar. The drink over which friends are made, games are watched and stories are told. How many countless tables at bars across the world have seen relationships forged and bets lost as a penalty kick is averted or a three-pointer nailed at the buzzer in overtime? Beer has been around for years. About 6,000 years. A Texas University professor put together this timeline which highlights the interesting role role that beer has played in human history. Can you imagine Sumerian nomads kicking it down by the Tigris or Euphrates with a pouch of beer in their hands? Shepherds in Southern Mesopotamia talking sheep and flocks over a nice cold one? Classic thoughts there. Just flipping through the television channels will showcase America's obsession with beer. Beer and television, they're just so perfectly tuned in. Bud, Heineken, Sam Ada

Damn Yankees and India's overseas woes

It's been a week since my last post on my time in Boston. Damn, I'm not too good at this stuff. Been a decent week, though. Working, hanging out with friends new and old, eating some good food, walking the streets (what a relief to just be able to WALK), and of course, watching the baseball and NBA playoffs at bars. When I caught up with a few of the old friends from Sunlife - Mel, Megan, Derek - I filled them in on cricket and what I do, much to their surprise and amazement.Cricket is just too bizarre to be accepted in North America. Seriously, its as simple as that. For the American sports fan, the concept of a sporting encounter without a result is akin to a first date without a kiss. Anyway, I decided to catch a baseball game live just to get another sense of the magic of a 'real' encounter and see what comparisons/contrasts I could draw. What luck, too: caught a Red Sox-Yankees game on Wednesday: awesome experience, even though the Yanks beat us 8-6. Being in

"How did you get hooked onto cricket?"

One of my American friends asked me recently when and how I got hooked onto cricket, and the answer to that question kind of hit me. I realized: my love affair with cricket began about 15 years too late. I was born and raised in India , a country where the game – dare I call it that? – has turned millions into believers, hopeless romantics, and namesake scholars, and even more into passionate, sentimental and brainwashed procrastinators. To have spent the first 15 years of your life not even acknowledging the game, let alone watching a complete six-ball over and choosing not to follow the exploitations of one of the most dynamic teams in the sport, could be called heresy on all counts. I was raised under the roof of a father who could possibly be the most honorable and dedicated symbol of what Indian cricket stands for, and yet through endless Sundays spent watching his team jaunt lazy singles and drop catches and listening to heated debates over selections and who was in the run

That man Dhoni

It was the day before Diwali, but the firecrackers exploding at the Sawai Mansingh Stadium were unmatched by any that would succeed November 1. Bazaars were jam-packed with last minute shoppers; cookware stores spilled their goods onto the streets; coolies strained under loads of TVs, DVD players and washing machines, and sweet sellers were doing a roaring trade. Amidst this ruckus, Mahendra Singh Dhoni was stamping himself into the history books with an effort unparalleled by any Indian effort for a long, long time. His 10 sixes in the match – the most by an Indian – carried him to a record 183 not-out against a hapless Sri Lanka . Dhoni was adjudged Man-of-the-Series in India ’s 6-1 rout of the tourists, but the resounding effect of his performance had echoed louder than many could have envisioned. From being run out for a first-ball duck on his debut against Bangladesh to recently being crowned the No.1 one-day batsman in the world, Dhoni has surpassed any other Indian b

Back in Boston

So I'm back in Boston, just loving the sights and sounds...its such a refreshing change from Bombay. It rained the first four days and the sun didnt appear until this morning, but damn was the wait worth it. Great to meet up with the Imrie suite gang...shwin the raj (aka John, Jonty, El Raj,etc), Christian and Eric...and get down to sitting on the old porch with a couple brewskis...ahh yesh...catch the NBA playoffs, Dunkin coffee, Taco Hell, and what not....good times... forgot how much I missed Boston.... last two days were crazy, cuz of the problems my colleague Sid V was having down in Montego Bay, in Jamaica...there was no net connection at the ground that was hosting the Indians v Jamaica one-day match, so poor Sid was calling me up and giving me the score, how they were out, and a whole lot of good stuff that I had to get up on the site....anyways, alls well that ends well, I say, and today Im all set to get outdoors and soak in the awesome Boston culture.... so thats my