Been caught up with a job change is reason enough to distract one from focusing on how nations are building up to the cricket world cup approaching in 2011.
Then again, SL and India facing each other every second day is a boring exercise as itself and on the lifeless pitches of SL and it is almost a joke.
However, as if to shock and jolt your sensibilities and make you question your love for the game; Match fixing rears its ugly head... Spot fixing if you take this instance... Really; did we need this to wake us up from a cricketing slumber if there was one???
Pakistani cricketers are in the eye of the storm again. One of the most talented left armers after Akram and a swing bowler par excellence are the prima facie culprits and the astonishing part is every cricketing nation except Pak is seething with fury...
However, after the initial fury has subsided as I write this.. there is much to think about...
1) Is it possible that if this is such a big money spinning industry; only Pak cricketers would be involved?
2) What makes a young sensation like Amir risk his entire career for a no-ball?Just the money or pressure or threats?
3) If anti corruption body is so toothless as to not unearth this on its own; how easy would it be for someone to mingle with IPL players at exclusively staged night parties after the game
4) Is the logic of labeling criminals only when caught fair?
5) Is life ban or banning the countrys team any sensible solution to breach of the trust of entire cricket loving populus?
To me; we are over-reacting. We are letting the actual corrupt people get away far 2 easy.. Those bribing are not the ones implicated but those bribed are being asked to give up their livelihood... It's a mistake and the punishment has to be severe but humane as well. The purpose of punishment cannot be to demoralize and further criminalize the perp but provide him an avenue to repent his sins and lead a better life...
I believe a sensible action would be heavy monetary fines ( the thing that got them to commit the crimes; make them pay up to 3 yrs non paid work and put them under thorough observation) is the way to go. Also make the anti corruption monitoring body one that has teeth and purpose. Such illicit betting agents need to be monitoered as well and brought under the ambit of unfair gamesmanship if betting is legal in the countries they operate in... Finally and foremost, legalize betting... whats currently done under the carpet can be done over it too.. Odds and money bet can both be transparent... That way government can make money too. Bet360 and Fairbet etc are good sites that provide excellent avenues for legal, transparent betting...
Kill the disease not the affected...
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Haan Bhaiiyaa All is well....
Long, long time. I know. Cant say that I didnt wanna write all this time but then again; hobby always takes a back seat to your bread and butter tasks.
Just the other day had a discussion with a friend about how you really cant pursue your dreams so to say in the Indian system. I mean "all is well" sounds all too well in a movie and there you get to really exercise your passion and what not but how feasible is it???
I totally agreed with the vision in the movie and then again; I am sure it wont be easy to pursue that in India. You are expected to run the rat race; not just to try and be the top rat but also be just like everyone else. Your colors shouldnt be different than those of the others and God forbid; if you have stripes... you are just doomed. We pursue forced excellence and we dont contest the fact that we really dont have an option any which ways.
Sometimes every once in their life; everyone realizes that they dont wanna be a doctor or engineer or lawyer or anything tht needs studying. They love the tilting notes of music and the rigor of sport and writing poetry and painting a dream and doing everything their heart tells. They start to think about pursuing it as a career, the rainbow starts forming and then reality sets in. The rainbow is painted black and it only co-relates to the small illegit print in their books and the disinterest in their hearts.
Young hearts lose to their minds. They succumb to social, parental and all sorts of pressure and they go running for a piece of paper boat that will get them their bank balance. They see sporadic cases of a SRK, a Sachin, Shreya Ghoshal and they second check their heart. Could I have been that name?? They regurgitate on their thoughts, they drink, they flasify their happiness and they drink again. They fail expectations and they drink again. They take pills and they drink again. They dont die and they drink again...
They keep on drinking until they lose their color, drop their stripes and become a RAT and then they celebrate their conversion and they drink again....
And then every once in a while someone shows them a dream, shows them the smooth river and the green hills and small pad and a swaggering hammock and shows them Leh, Ladakh and a beautiful Kareena and sings to them that "All is well" and tells them that they should " get a chance to grow up once again" and that there is pot of gold behind that colorful rainbow and the people from the happiness starved black-rainbow nation lap it up cos they see a reflection they saw in their youth and for a moment they forget their mundane lives and they join in the chant...
Haan Bhaiiyaa All is well....
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Away and counting days
Dont know when was the last time I ever felt homesick. Maybe, never after the first two months away from home and every now and then (which to be fair, were quite rare).... I always enjoyed the freedom that being on my own affords me.
This time is however different. I have already started counting days and my departure is a week off. I know whats pulling me back and the fact that she is longing for me as hard and maybe even more than me makes these a tough few days....
I still love the fact that I can be irresponsible with my schedules. Maybe irresponsible isnt an accurate reflection; its more like the independence of cooking what and when I want or going for a quick sub or having plain cookies and milk and sleeping at weird times that I love. Add to it that I sleep with the TV on and its almost blissful to an extent that no one tells me to get my act together....
But then again, the very fact that I am so used to sharing my life with her makes this a meaningless foray after a while. I miss her waking me up and the methods she uses are far more gentler and loving than the alarm clock in my room. The tidiness in my life is missing and everything has a vague, vain feeling about it. I miss the niggling nags to rush up with my daily chores and vice versa and the loving hug when we leave for work.
I miss that the only reason to wanna come back from work is that everyone else is leaving and I am done playing Mafia wars. The phone call to enquire about what time I would be home isnt there nor is the cajoling if I say I may be late. There is no one to share your day with and that feels like its a sad day ticked off from the calendar just bcos it had to be.
Dinner with friends is not in the same league as dinner made with affection and shared more lovingly with your wife. The fight that ensues dinner over internet time seems so futile considering there is no one really to chat with now that I have a broadband as well as wireless connection set in my room and no one on the list that I really wanna keep talking with....
Love, thy name, is a strange emotion and I am understanding it every day...
I love the feeling that I am falling in love with her more than ever before all over again..And the days are passing by.... next Saturday is gonna be funnnnnnnnnnnn.....
This time is however different. I have already started counting days and my departure is a week off. I know whats pulling me back and the fact that she is longing for me as hard and maybe even more than me makes these a tough few days....
I still love the fact that I can be irresponsible with my schedules. Maybe irresponsible isnt an accurate reflection; its more like the independence of cooking what and when I want or going for a quick sub or having plain cookies and milk and sleeping at weird times that I love. Add to it that I sleep with the TV on and its almost blissful to an extent that no one tells me to get my act together....
But then again, the very fact that I am so used to sharing my life with her makes this a meaningless foray after a while. I miss her waking me up and the methods she uses are far more gentler and loving than the alarm clock in my room. The tidiness in my life is missing and everything has a vague, vain feeling about it. I miss the niggling nags to rush up with my daily chores and vice versa and the loving hug when we leave for work.
I miss that the only reason to wanna come back from work is that everyone else is leaving and I am done playing Mafia wars. The phone call to enquire about what time I would be home isnt there nor is the cajoling if I say I may be late. There is no one to share your day with and that feels like its a sad day ticked off from the calendar just bcos it had to be.
Dinner with friends is not in the same league as dinner made with affection and shared more lovingly with your wife. The fight that ensues dinner over internet time seems so futile considering there is no one really to chat with now that I have a broadband as well as wireless connection set in my room and no one on the list that I really wanna keep talking with....
Love, thy name, is a strange emotion and I am understanding it every day...
I love the feeling that I am falling in love with her more than ever before all over again..And the days are passing by.... next Saturday is gonna be funnnnnnnnnnnn.....
Friday, March 06, 2009
What legacy are we saving.. REALLY
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India_may_bid_for_Mahatmas_memorabilia/articleshow/4229958.cms
and then this,,,
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Mallya-buys-Gandhis-items-for-18-million-/articleshow/4231248.cms
I mean, when this news first broke out, I thought Oh Crap!!!! Gandhi himself would have cared least about his personal belongings and we really cared even less.. Why else would these have fallen into the hands of a foreigner in the first place???
Then comes the entire melodrama... an american more conceerned about our healthcare spend when his country sucks blood out of evrything else... An indian claiming he would go great lengths to protect the great guardians legacy and an governement that is more than glad to part with hard-earned tax payers money to save a watch, bowl,plate and what not of a great visionary who always rose above the materialistic...
And then comes the ultimate save, an Indian hero selling booze to this world and lavishing more money on foreginers to do modelling for his calendar in the skimpiest of clothes and reducing to lower air-fares, the king of materialism bidding the highest to save the material remains of a great philosopher..
Is everyone else oblivious to the irony????
and then this,,,
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Mallya-buys-Gandhis-items-for-18-million-/articleshow/4231248.cms
I mean, when this news first broke out, I thought Oh Crap!!!! Gandhi himself would have cared least about his personal belongings and we really cared even less.. Why else would these have fallen into the hands of a foreigner in the first place???
Then comes the entire melodrama... an american more conceerned about our healthcare spend when his country sucks blood out of evrything else... An indian claiming he would go great lengths to protect the great guardians legacy and an governement that is more than glad to part with hard-earned tax payers money to save a watch, bowl,plate and what not of a great visionary who always rose above the materialistic...
And then comes the ultimate save, an Indian hero selling booze to this world and lavishing more money on foreginers to do modelling for his calendar in the skimpiest of clothes and reducing to lower air-fares, the king of materialism bidding the highest to save the material remains of a great philosopher..
Is everyone else oblivious to the irony????
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Why break the Law???
Bangalore is riddled with rumors, stories, views, opinions and everything else for the past two days... The 2 days since that unthought of shooting happened in the Army Campus. Now first the facts.... This was a shooting of an intruder who had jumped into the Army premises to save his ass from the cops... Now opinions/views- He should have been arrested; Army and Cops should work closely to go after the real terrorists etc etc and rumors- This is a clear case of minority hate crimes from the Army and all other possible communal angles interspersed...
SO this is my quandry... I feel a bit bad about a youngster losing his life; but why did he need to indulge himself in something illegal? Why do drag racing when its not allowed? Why run away from Cops when they accoust you on commiting a crime? If youngsters do not want to own any part of the social fabric of this country; why have demonstrations against the system at all?
The thing with corruption is that it seems harmless till it doesnt affect or bite you. You get caught at a red light; you slip a 100 rupee note and scoot away. It is only when this manifests into BMWs and MERCs banging into innocent pedestrians that we feel the wealthy have got it easy in this country. We love to pay money to avoid the long queues at temples but its only when an Ambani or Bachaan reach there in private jets making you jostle for the darshan that you feel the heat (pun intended). Its great as long as your small shop gets stolen electricity but the department becomes useless the day someone from the family gets electrocuted by live-wire.
So it was great as Long as cops turned a blind eye to demonic younsters drag racing and putting innocent civilians at risk... The day some cop with a honest bone chased your kid the question for nabbing a younsgter gets challenged. Its great as long as the Army sleeps to glory letting terrorists infiltrate us left,right and centre but the day they knock off an intruder, they may have minority bias.
Wow Democracy, I salute thee!!!!
SO this is my quandry... I feel a bit bad about a youngster losing his life; but why did he need to indulge himself in something illegal? Why do drag racing when its not allowed? Why run away from Cops when they accoust you on commiting a crime? If youngsters do not want to own any part of the social fabric of this country; why have demonstrations against the system at all?
The thing with corruption is that it seems harmless till it doesnt affect or bite you. You get caught at a red light; you slip a 100 rupee note and scoot away. It is only when this manifests into BMWs and MERCs banging into innocent pedestrians that we feel the wealthy have got it easy in this country. We love to pay money to avoid the long queues at temples but its only when an Ambani or Bachaan reach there in private jets making you jostle for the darshan that you feel the heat (pun intended). Its great as long as your small shop gets stolen electricity but the department becomes useless the day someone from the family gets electrocuted by live-wire.
So it was great as Long as cops turned a blind eye to demonic younsters drag racing and putting innocent civilians at risk... The day some cop with a honest bone chased your kid the question for nabbing a younsgter gets challenged. Its great as long as the Army sleeps to glory letting terrorists infiltrate us left,right and centre but the day they knock off an intruder, they may have minority bias.
Wow Democracy, I salute thee!!!!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
To strike the fear of Death
When would this terrorism stop? I am sure thats a rhetoric because we all know it never will. Till now they was only something called cross-border terrorism; but now we have manifestations of this wicked phenomenon with different names.. Some are right wing, some left, some want Jihad while some crave for liberation.
All supposedly represent the downtrodden and are righteous in their own way (Which way is something i have never figured out)!!! Furthermore, they are all doing it for a cause. Crueler the kind of attack; bigger the cause... And mind you, all of these so-called rebels are fearless... I mean, really where else do u get the balls to stop a global metropolis completely for an entire day or more...
So, lets get it right... Terrorism is a reality and here to stay. No amount of coaxing them is gonna help. If you stub out one, they would emerge from somewhere else, more stronger, meaner and wiser to survive. Their whole fulcrum is unabashed terror; no matter the cause or the spectra in which they manage it. Gruesome is a nicety when one can see what they do...A look at the ones involved in these and one might be mistaken to think these are college kids playing out a gory video game, only here the characters are real. Sometimes I wonder if "being a terrorist" is the hottest new profession on the block or what...
Does it mean we are just gonna get wounded day in and day out? I dont know. I honestly dont have a solution. We can plan and be better organized and more accurate with info sharing but my gut feel is these bastards would find a way out. They are like agents of death... out there to strike the fear of death in every civil human alive on this planet... They come in different shapes and nomenclatures-- either for their religious prosperity or national security or sometimes plain to make some moolah. No one cares a damn about the destruction they live in their wake.
I feel; assuming we cannot stop them.. and death to them is an understood aftereffect-- why not elevate the hurt we give back to them...
No courts no trials no frigging human rights... Whoever from them is caught alive.. Take them to the middle of the street...skin them alive and pour bloody salt on it.... Make them beg for death and dont let them die till they bad mouth their movement..... If it sounds barbaric...I feel it may just work...
The only way to survive is to be the strongest... Dont let the anarchic face of the world prove to be the survivor... WE need ACTION and we need it NOW
All supposedly represent the downtrodden and are righteous in their own way (Which way is something i have never figured out)!!! Furthermore, they are all doing it for a cause. Crueler the kind of attack; bigger the cause... And mind you, all of these so-called rebels are fearless... I mean, really where else do u get the balls to stop a global metropolis completely for an entire day or more...
So, lets get it right... Terrorism is a reality and here to stay. No amount of coaxing them is gonna help. If you stub out one, they would emerge from somewhere else, more stronger, meaner and wiser to survive. Their whole fulcrum is unabashed terror; no matter the cause or the spectra in which they manage it. Gruesome is a nicety when one can see what they do...A look at the ones involved in these and one might be mistaken to think these are college kids playing out a gory video game, only here the characters are real. Sometimes I wonder if "being a terrorist" is the hottest new profession on the block or what...
Does it mean we are just gonna get wounded day in and day out? I dont know. I honestly dont have a solution. We can plan and be better organized and more accurate with info sharing but my gut feel is these bastards would find a way out. They are like agents of death... out there to strike the fear of death in every civil human alive on this planet... They come in different shapes and nomenclatures-- either for their religious prosperity or national security or sometimes plain to make some moolah. No one cares a damn about the destruction they live in their wake.
I feel; assuming we cannot stop them.. and death to them is an understood aftereffect-- why not elevate the hurt we give back to them...
No courts no trials no frigging human rights... Whoever from them is caught alive.. Take them to the middle of the street...skin them alive and pour bloody salt on it.... Make them beg for death and dont let them die till they bad mouth their movement..... If it sounds barbaric...I feel it may just work...
The only way to survive is to be the strongest... Dont let the anarchic face of the world prove to be the survivor... WE need ACTION and we need it NOW
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
stock market kya hai
A very simple yet intelligent read about the stock market that I got in a mail
Once upon a time in a village, a man appeared and announced to thevillagers that he would buy monkeys for Rs10. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them. The man bought thousands at Rs10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again. Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to Rs25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it! The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him. In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs50." The villagers squeezed up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys. Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!! ! Welcome to the "Stock" Market!!!!!
Once upon a time in a village, a man appeared and announced to thevillagers that he would buy monkeys for Rs10. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them. The man bought thousands at Rs10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again. Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to Rs25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it! The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him. In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs50." The villagers squeezed up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys. Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!! ! Welcome to the "Stock" Market!!!!!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Butter Chicken
Food .. any type of it; gets me going. When I was got the news that I have to travel to the US for two months; the first signs of alarm were: What will I eat???
Not that I hold back from eating anything but my earlier experiences had suggested that I would get crapped out with bland meat sooner than later. I started prepartions on a war-footing. Started furiously searchin "Mr. Know it all a.k.a GOOGLE" for accurate answers. As always, got thru to more food related porn sites(just kiddin... u figure whether abt the food sites or the porn ones :P) than anything. The few that threw out them recipes were so complex that I felt like I would be delivering a baby rather than a barbecue. Most masalas mentioned there were words that sounded like mean minded abuses in some unknown languages...
I was at my wits end. I was enthused with cooking but I wanted variety too. I wasnt in a position to carry all of the stuff I had gathered I would need to prepare that smorgasbord. Thats when it happened.. Like always my mom jumped in to my rescue. She told me abt some pre-made masalas.. daalo, ubalo, chicken milao and all done... Parampara, thy name is God to a desi foodie in foreign land...
So here I landed with the confidence of using these pre-made masalas to devastating use and got myself a bag of chicken ...I was all armed to make hot and spicy Indian curries, the sort that would make any American shed a tear when I open my lunch box. Pleased with my armor of eveything from Moghlai to kolhapuri to tandoori; I set about on my way...
But alas; my bubble was soon to burst. The final product was a watery gravy smelling Indian-curryish...All my pride in my culinary expertise was draining down as well. I needed a fix and a damn good one. Research ensued on war-scale; searching websites and books. Talking to people with experience. Advice, since its always free started flowing in like those Indian -idol sms'es...
Kanda ghaal, use ginger garlic.. put masalas too, have u marinated the meat with curd? fry the chicken first... use mutton and not chicken.. marinate in the masalas overnight.. chuck this its a scam.. so much so that I was even more confused... What should I really do?
I swept aside all random suggestions. Put on my thinking hat and approached the best chef I knew: no not my mom, Sanjeev Kapoor. Searched his website and saw the method. (I am using SKs name as I dont recollect where I saw the recipe).. I relied on Parampara to provide me with the masala ingredients and set about treating the rest of the prepartion like always
marinate meat with curd and ginger-garlic.. lime juice... Cut Kanda... etc
Went about with the prepartion with dedication unbecoming of me.. fried my onions tillexactly golden brown and thn slipped in my chicken.. Sauted it tillsome time before pouring in the masala and blob of butter... Held on patiently for the time prescribed and then dheere se slided the lid from the vessel.
Wow!!!! I had overshone myself. Bettered expectations in a way my mom would be proud of me... There it was.. The most amazing BUTTER CHICKEN I had ever made.
Not that I hold back from eating anything but my earlier experiences had suggested that I would get crapped out with bland meat sooner than later. I started prepartions on a war-footing. Started furiously searchin "Mr. Know it all a.k.a GOOGLE" for accurate answers. As always, got thru to more food related porn sites(just kiddin... u figure whether abt the food sites or the porn ones :P) than anything. The few that threw out them recipes were so complex that I felt like I would be delivering a baby rather than a barbecue. Most masalas mentioned there were words that sounded like mean minded abuses in some unknown languages...
I was at my wits end. I was enthused with cooking but I wanted variety too. I wasnt in a position to carry all of the stuff I had gathered I would need to prepare that smorgasbord. Thats when it happened.. Like always my mom jumped in to my rescue. She told me abt some pre-made masalas.. daalo, ubalo, chicken milao and all done... Parampara, thy name is God to a desi foodie in foreign land...
So here I landed with the confidence of using these pre-made masalas to devastating use and got myself a bag of chicken ...I was all armed to make hot and spicy Indian curries, the sort that would make any American shed a tear when I open my lunch box. Pleased with my armor of eveything from Moghlai to kolhapuri to tandoori; I set about on my way...
But alas; my bubble was soon to burst. The final product was a watery gravy smelling Indian-curryish...All my pride in my culinary expertise was draining down as well. I needed a fix and a damn good one. Research ensued on war-scale; searching websites and books. Talking to people with experience. Advice, since its always free started flowing in like those Indian -idol sms'es...
Kanda ghaal, use ginger garlic.. put masalas too, have u marinated the meat with curd? fry the chicken first... use mutton and not chicken.. marinate in the masalas overnight.. chuck this its a scam.. so much so that I was even more confused... What should I really do?
I swept aside all random suggestions. Put on my thinking hat and approached the best chef I knew: no not my mom, Sanjeev Kapoor. Searched his website and saw the method. (I am using SKs name as I dont recollect where I saw the recipe).. I relied on Parampara to provide me with the masala ingredients and set about treating the rest of the prepartion like always
marinate meat with curd and ginger-garlic.. lime juice... Cut Kanda... etc
Went about with the prepartion with dedication unbecoming of me.. fried my onions tillexactly golden brown and thn slipped in my chicken.. Sauted it tillsome time before pouring in the masala and blob of butter... Held on patiently for the time prescribed and then dheere se slided the lid from the vessel.
Wow!!!! I had overshone myself. Bettered expectations in a way my mom would be proud of me... There it was.. The most amazing BUTTER CHICKEN I had ever made.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
What a game....
Always been a sports person... loved almost anything I watched and my stay in US was no different.. I got hooked big time to both basketball and American football.. moreso because College sports out here are a phenomenon to LIVE..
My team, the Gators, luckily is a great team. And that made me more aware about how college sports unveils...The amount of respect and fan-followin these guys have is so inspiring that if I ever were to settle here, I would wish my kid to definitely be active in sports.
Having said that, i was kinda bummed this time round as I wouldnt get to see any football. But to my great relief MARCH MADNESS was round the corner. For all those that dont know what I m saying... well, its this crazy college basketball tourney with the best 64 teams being selected and going through a crazy 3 week roller coaster to come up with the national champion.
I was really hoping for the Gators to make it through but they missed the cut and I was kinda turned off from watching the game. But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise and since I didnt have any favorites any more... I was enjoying the games neutrally.
And a memorable tourney it was. The first time all No.1 seeds were in the Final Four. All storied college programs fighting it out.., The semi-finals were kinda damp but it threw out an interesting finals match-up
KANSAS v MEMPHIS.....
and what a game that has turned out to be,,, Jus done watching that. A complete yo-yo going forward and back all the time.. Exciting clutch shots, missing simple baskets.. leads changing hands, missed free throws and a last second three-pointer... whoa that want enuff.. we got an added overtime thrown in too... The underdog winning made it just sweeter... My heart bled for Memphis; having played magnificiently all through-out and having posted the best record ever... and to come so close (close enough to the last game)... and then we had Kansas... the winners.. the darlings...
and this is what makes sports so amazing.. I didnt know any names of any players or had no allegiance to any team and here i was ..absolutely roller coasting on a crazy ride of pure adrenaline and I was thrilled at the end of it..
Lov the college sports scene. I wish it were the GATORS though. :)
My team, the Gators, luckily is a great team. And that made me more aware about how college sports unveils...The amount of respect and fan-followin these guys have is so inspiring that if I ever were to settle here, I would wish my kid to definitely be active in sports.
Having said that, i was kinda bummed this time round as I wouldnt get to see any football. But to my great relief MARCH MADNESS was round the corner. For all those that dont know what I m saying... well, its this crazy college basketball tourney with the best 64 teams being selected and going through a crazy 3 week roller coaster to come up with the national champion.
I was really hoping for the Gators to make it through but they missed the cut and I was kinda turned off from watching the game. But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise and since I didnt have any favorites any more... I was enjoying the games neutrally.
And a memorable tourney it was. The first time all No.1 seeds were in the Final Four. All storied college programs fighting it out.., The semi-finals were kinda damp but it threw out an interesting finals match-up
KANSAS v MEMPHIS.....
and what a game that has turned out to be,,, Jus done watching that. A complete yo-yo going forward and back all the time.. Exciting clutch shots, missing simple baskets.. leads changing hands, missed free throws and a last second three-pointer... whoa that want enuff.. we got an added overtime thrown in too... The underdog winning made it just sweeter... My heart bled for Memphis; having played magnificiently all through-out and having posted the best record ever... and to come so close (close enough to the last game)... and then we had Kansas... the winners.. the darlings...
and this is what makes sports so amazing.. I didnt know any names of any players or had no allegiance to any team and here i was ..absolutely roller coasting on a crazy ride of pure adrenaline and I was thrilled at the end of it..
Lov the college sports scene. I wish it were the GATORS though. :)
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