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Showing posts with label India. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Please stay, my beloved Captain!

6th January, 2015, 3:40 am in Dubai.
Ind vs Aus, 4th test match.

I switched on the idiot box with a scintilla of hope. India were fielding.
My eyes darted behind the stumps, but no! The man behind the wickets wasn't Mahendra Singh Dhoni. I started scanning the entire field in the hope of catching a glimpse of him. 'Maybe he is a part of the playing eleven even though he has not donned the wicket keeper's gloves', I told myself. The details of the Indian Squad then flashed on the screen. A gadarene scroll through the list confirmed my worst fears. My iota of hope turned into despair. Test cricket was no longer going to witness Mahi in action.

It is really hard to stomach the fact that we will no longer be able to see the childlike, brilliant smile from behind the stumps every time a wicket falls, hear the familiar but unique call of "Oyee" or witness that cheerful brisk jump in the longer version of the game.

There were 13 players and two umpires on the field, but the void left by Dhoni was evident. I could feel the vacuum. The stumps and the bails seemed to share my feelings. They seemed soaked in unspeakable misery. Their plight was heartrending. The bails seemed to utter a cry for help; they seemed to be lost in thoughts of not getting dislodged in lightening speed by familiar hands. The stumps appeared to be cursing their misfortune of not getting a chance to feature as a part of the esteemed collection of souvenirs at MS's place.

The man who had been an indispensable part of the Indian team for the last ten years would no longer be wearing the whites! It was too much for me to bear. My vision got blurred with tears and I could no longer watch the match. The reality of the situation slowly started to dawn on me. It pains me every time this decision of his is spoken about.

 It is impossible for me to bid sayonara to this man who has given me incomparable joy in test cricket over the last decade. At this juncture, I however, have one request to make.
 MS Dhoni, please don't deliver a similar blow to us anytime in the next five to six years! I will not be able to deal with another bolt from the blue about your decision regarding your career in cricket.
     
                 
           

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Hi There!

A big hello to the people who have nothing better to do at the moment, and hence are going through my blog!


First things first! Why the name Dosas and Pizzas? Frankly speaking, I had other names in mind. Nothing very intellectual, but nothing lamer either. But apparently, there are other people out there who think along my lines, and I am not very pleased about it! They have stolen my ideas for a blog name before I could even come up with them! So unprofessional, I say! I digress, and I will continue to do so, so I apologize in advance. Very polite of me, I know!  

*Ting*  

So, coming back to where I started, though I couldn't come up with any other name using my grey matter that just refused to co-operate with me, I finally ended up with the one I have chosen. But you see, it speaks volumes about the average Indian, or rather, South Indian to be specific. Though we begin our mornings with a breakfast consisting of Dosa, we prefer to end the night on something fancier, like a Pizza, or if you're akin to me, preferably some North Indian delicacy.
Our lives depend on this delicate balance between juggling Indian and Western Culture.( How is a North Indian delicacy supposed to form part of WESTERN CULTURE, you might ask. And my blog's name will answer your question. Hence the name, Dosa and PIZZA. But, is pizza part of WESTERN cuisine? Who knows? )
We wear jeans, but nothing beats the beauty of an Indian girl decked up in traditional Indian attire. We are Indian on the inside, and wish we looked like a westerner on the outside. At times, we masquarade like Westerners, to impress a non-entity. But thats not the point here. The crux is, we try to balance the best of both worlds. Getting my point? Good!

So why pizza? I don't know of any other Int'l dishes, pasta and the like dont just appeal to me. And moreover most of us are more familiar with Pizzas than the other cornucopia of foreign dishes out there. AND Pizza rhymes well with Dosa. At least I feel so.

One more question might be running in your minds. Why preference for Dosas? Doesn't that constitute prejudice against the better looking Idlis? I will leave that for you guys to crack!

Thats it for now! Will try to come up with better stuff in the near future (provided my brain acquiesces)

Ciao!

PS: The real reason behind the christening of my blog is .... MY LOVE  FOR FOOD!! 

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