Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Random notes from the weekend
The problem with weekends is that they invariably end. That may not be a bad thing but when it ends leaving you exhausted it can be very bad, so bad you wonder what the cure is for a weekend ending blues.
It was a hectic weekend that involved some very heavy duty eating. One HUGE pot luck lunch, a wedding dinner, a non-veg meals at a Chettinad hotel and yet another wedding dinner can leave one tired. At least it left me tired as in between all this eating was a lot of traveling and some singing which resulted in me ending up in bed for most of yesterday.
Staying on the topic of food, I am contemplating starting my own food blog, ever since I have become a kind of resource person to my friends and colleagues on the eat outs in Chennai; I guess it might actually work.
The IPL airtime has been taken over by the T20 world cup and since the commentators are not hyping it like the IPL there is absolutely no hype on this world event. At the time of writing this the Aussies have got beaten by darker people out of the cricket arena, first the Windies and then the Lankan Lions made sure that bullies are not forever.
I watched and enjoyed the match between Tigers and St. Patrick’s men the other day. In the end it seemed that only one team came up to win the other just Afridied through the game. Afridied is my contribution to the lexicon, it stands for those who are mercurially talented but suffer from prolonged bouts of brainlessness. Prolonged effects of the Afridied effect will end up leaving coaches with balding pates. How can you explain a captain who has the ability to smash the best of bowlers to all parts of the field and yet wants to give slip catching practice to his opponents?
The commentating fraternity has been expanded to include Jumbo and the Prince. You cant help noticing how Bhogle is hand holding Jumbo as he finds his way about and in the middle of the hand holding came a gem from Bhogle “At times you see the artist playing like the artisan” this was to define a wild reverse heave by Mahela who is usually a purist’s delight. Bhogle’s hair or correctly the increase of it is still causing me some amusement.
I have the privilege of teaching some fabulously gifted kids in the children’s choir and on the Sunday gone by we sang at a shrine outside Chennai and it was with a lot of pride I received the compliments from the visitors who were absolutely taken up with the singing. Being a choir we cannot afford to delight in our efforts for it was not nor ever will be a performance but our humble thanks offering to the Creator for the talents he has given. If God is surrounded by his angels making music I can imagine a little of how it must sound after all children are little angels.