28 years ago.
27 years, 9 months and 7 days ago to be precise.
I wasn’t even born then. That was the day India had won the Cricket World Cup for the first time. I’ve been told that was a day when the whole nation celebrated as one. Hmmm, quite a feat for a nation that is as varied and as divided as ours. I could only imagine those scenes.
Sure enough, I’ve seen umpteen times Mohinder Amarnath taking the last Windies wicket at the Lord’s and running for his life. Felt proud and all that, yeah. But lacked the real joy. Since then have seen many Cups come and go without delivering the joy.
1992- I was too young to follow cricket.
1996- My first memories of cricket. Remember breaking everything after the Indian loss in SF.
1999- Boring WC with no real memories except for Sourav’s 100 against Sri Lanka and Sachin’s against Kenya.
2003- The closest I got to experience joy. Couldn’t believe what happened in the final.
2007- The less talked about it the better.
2011- The Indian were billed as favourites, but the question was would they live up to the billing? The biggest drawback in my opinion was a captain who rides on luck. But I didn’t care as long as we won the cup. This cup. The cup that counts. Not for me. But for Sachin Tendulkar. I can see the team attempting and failing to win for many years. But the guy had just one last shot to win the coveted trophy. The man has done a lot for the nation for 21 years. Can’t the team just play to its potential and win the Cup?
And after 42 days of intense (and here-and-there boring) cricket, the Cup was won. On the way, we saw a genius knock from Viru, sensational bowling from Zaheer, match-winning performances from Yuvraj, the Master himself helping to a couple of centuries, Ashish and Munaf and getting buried and rise, Piyush’s pathetic attempt at bowling leg-spin, the middle-order of Gambhir, Kohli and Raina holding fort etc. And not to be forgotten, finally a captain’s knock from Dhoni.
In 1996 I cried. In 2011 I cried. The ones who I shed tears for were same. The opponent was same. The difference was in the emotion.
Thank You Team India.
First post of 2011 is about falling from a cycle. Sad note to start the year?
Nah. Not really.
It brought back many memories. All in a second. All those falls that which preceded this one.
The cycle races. The roads of Aram Bagh. Me groaning. The cuts and the bruises. Mummy chiding about me not being too careful and tending to the wounds at the same time.
All this brought an innocent smile. Something which my face muscles haven’t experienced in a long long time.
Yes, it was the worst year of this 2 decade old life.
Why? Dunno. I really can’t find an answer to this question. This year has been the gloomiest, the darkest ever. There were periods of utter depression; periods when I didn’t want to do anything.
The fall-outs? I missed applying for an MS to the USA. The thing I was so keen to do. I have put it off for now. Hope will do something better in 2011. After all, hope is what makes the world go round.
The things made me go ‘Oh No!’
The Yellow Fever
The Chennai Super Kings (CSK) won the IPL3 AND the CLT20 in the same year. Ugh! Enough said.
The Waka Waka Cup
This World Cup grabbed more eye-balls (or should I say, ear-drums) than the previous editions for all the non-footballing reasons. Shakira and K’Naan and their songs were everywhere (on my lips too). Maradona pledged to run naked if Argentina won. *shudder*. The to-use-or-not-to-use-technology debate.
All in all a disappointing Cup for me.
My writing, which I was once proud of, has taken a beating. The GRE and TOEFL scores say so. So, this is one thing to be improved upon. Truth to be told, this blog is a step in this direction.
Some of the nicer things that happened in the year gone by
Yes daddy, I got a job. Azim Premji (Wipro-waale uncle) gave me one. Since most of my peers have got a job in one or the other IT company, it really isn’t something to boast about. But still, first job is first job.
Now here is something I should be proud of and can boast about. Laddies and Jantleman, I got a good score in the exam which will me get to the phoren lands to get a higher (High? er?) education. 1460 out of 1600. Not a bad score by any account*. And this with no tuition or coaching. I did take help from some of my friends and I am grateful to them.
After three years in the rooms of SRM hostels, I finally moved out. I moved in with my friends who were already staying in the plush and posh colony (or NOT) of Srinivasapuram of Guduvanchery. I’ve had some of the more interesting moments of the year there. It deserves a blog post of its own. So will do one later. Suffice to say for now that getting out of the hostel was one of the better decisions I had made this year.
After many many years, I played football for an extended period of time. The whole of sixth semester was spent playing football in the scorchingest of the Chennai sun. But I enjoyed. Too bad, that we couldn’t continue it in the latter half of the year. Still I won’t deny the calming influence of football had on me on the eve of GRE.
NB: Yes people, I still suck at it. But hey, who’s complaining? 😀
The Et Cetera
Then there were other little pleasures like getting to see my parents on my birthday after three years, the whole family for Eid, the passing in the semester exams, Sachin’s 200 and 50 centuries, Endhiran first-day-first-show. 🙂