What was turning out to be an interesting match till yesterday's morning session is pretty much a one-sided affair now, thanks to some insipid Indian bowling and some great batting by the English tail-enders. It would be a miracle if India manages to salvage this one, unless of course English weather decides to bail them out.
Thanks to the perfect time difference between India and England it is easy to catch the action live. And thanks to my dad, in the side we sip on this absolutely divine darjeeling tea and munch on the latest family fad: peanuts roasted in microwave. And I wonder:
- where is that commentator Harsha Bhogle, the man on whose shiny bald pate one could count the number of lights, gone?
- why do I find it so difficult to appreciate Rahul Dravid?
- why having double chins and paunches doesn't bother professional cricketers of a nation of one billion population? Shouldn't they be dispensable?
- why is it such a pleasure to see SRT bat?
- when will Ganguly as a commentator stop self-referencing?
- why is it all looking so hopeless at the moment?
Perhaps it is time I start wondering about things that are more in my control, like:
- when will the course-planning begin for the course that starts tomorrow?
- why do I feel anxious about the first class even after teaching for 6 years?
- why does it matter so much that what sari will I wear tomorrow?
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