Mumbai Marathon was a disaster for me, though the visit to the venue was worthwhile. The energy levels are to be witnessed and can't be spoken of, as so many of our superfluous news channels have stated. We were supposed to be volunteers for the wheel chair event (running for the society for the paraplegic : Nina Foundation). Well, after the initial photo sessions, we were stranded as the organisers just permitted one attendee per wheel chair. Some people got through the 'Dream' run however they ended up walking the stretch, as free space on the asphalt was hard to come by.
So I backed out of the 'Dream Run', and so did Am, Roh and Rej. I suggested Kyani near Metro and the Kheema Pav there made me take an oath of never suggesting a place again. Its better to follow someone else's suggestion of a restaurant and then abuse him if at all the food sucks.
The kheema did taste like dog meat. More like a dog who didn't bathe....ever!
The event looked more fun on TV. And then I consoled myself, by repeating that paying the fees and then running was akin to paying the bill and cooking the food yourself. It helped.
Watching Mumbai beat the opposition black and blue in the Ranji Trophy has made the last week look roseate. Having been brought up to the stories of the domestic invincible, the respect levels are right up there. Some of them, who started with me, are today rubbing shoulders with the greats of cricketing glory. If only, had some one told me that Batman wasn't for real, I would have set myself some realistic ambitions. (its a different thing that i would have still screwed up...)
But you realise such things only when it's too late, or you think its too late because you are in no mood to go and correct the earlier wrongs of life.
Laziness is the justified rationalisation of the individuals urge to procrastinate the future glory that befits us to avoid the difficult things of today.
But right now, I would have been happy if only I were able to watch cricket on Television, but for the screwed up cable guy, who opined that Ekta Kapoor serials were of more importance to the national interest.
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Did that kheema really taste that bad...?
But I am sure it didnt leave a taste as bad as the entire Marathon Mazaak....
After all, there was nothing worthwile we did...by screwing our Sunday morn sleep....except for clicking a few photographs....and helping a few girls....find the right address..(U know whom am I talking abt...)
hahaha....yeh the kheema was badddd.....i have had better kheema...and about the directoins bit....well lets jus say i looked the decent of the lot to ask for direction....i know u guys wont agree...but those girls definitely thought so....
wait a min...you gave up cricket coz' u thought you could fly!!?
hummm...Rationalization personified!!
it was all bout the bat mobile lady...just the bat mobile...
good one, dude..... esp the last para!
dood! now aint that a tall order...ur last jargonised para i.e. heh
nice blog tho..thumbs up to it
Dude .. You shud have tried the chicken pattice..
i didn't know that about kyani's!
and maybe the cable operators knew better. india didn't particularly shine throughout this series.
good read!
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