The week that was...
- Took a trip to Diu
- Competed in the Badminton matches in college
Let's just take one thing at a time shall we...
Nine girl friends took off to Diu. No BOYS allowed. There were the MCPs who defiantly said that a trip without guys would fail miserably, that we'd land up in trouble not knowing how to handle problems... well, No problems faced... was the best trip ever... IN YOUR FACE GUYS!!! The beaches, the fort, the caves... they were all just so beautiful, I can't believe I didn't make a trip there earlier. Sadly though, we didn't drink too much. Just had some Port Wine. Even sadder was that we didn't get one crazy weirdo drunk.
And how can I forget... I got the best-est birthday gift ever. The night that we spent at Hoka (the beach resort there), my friends surprised me with a beautiful cake (they made the lousiest excuses to go and buy it). My birthday was a week away, but they thought it would be just beautiful to celebrate it in Diu. The cake cut, "Happy Birthday" done with, my friends dropped the bombshell... my friends had brought me to Diu as my birthday gift. I can't thank each of you enough. Really made it so special.
The next day, after a fair share of the museums, the Churches and the cross dressers, we decided to head back to college.
Just when I thought NOW life was going to be Oh Hum... oh so boring... whaddya know... the annual Baddy tournament was on soon. Yippeeee.... Not that I'm great at it or anything, but then it is the only sport I play. A few moons ago, when my back was troubling me, my doctors told me that I wouldn't be allowed to play for an entire year. The surgery didn't worry me much. But that statement had me crying buckets. Post surgery my friends would not let me touch the racquet for months.
But I had vowed to play in the tournament, no matter what. Yes, I had to wait for those painful 4 months post surgery, but finally I did get to play. The tournament was good fun. I didn't win the doubles series and was placed 2nd in the singles. Don't really care whether I won or lost. But the fact that I got to play... It gave me such a high. And the same set of friends who'd yell if I touched the racquet earlier, were rooting for me, cheering me on the court, whispering tactics I could use, repeating the opponents' weaknesses... Thanks again.
I am feeling the aches now. Every inch of me hurts. I'm no sportswoman, definitely don't have the stamina. Too damn tired to type anymore.
My "Happy Birthday" is in 2 days. So yeah, I've celebrated my birthday in advance... for an entire week!!!
posted by DSK at 1:10 AM
4 Comments:
Love the fact that you don't care whether you win or lose. that's the best part about playing with you:)
and remember the bodyline practise;)
anj.
a frail vessel.. a little flute of reed?
a path trodden by many, a wavewashed, mossy piece of log, bobbing up and down in the water, beach sand like a natural slateboard imprinting footprints galore, the being thats me.
a story? rewritten?
a song, sung again and again?
a play, a letter, a bird in flight?
dough... beaten, punched, moulded
potters hands, not one, not two.. many...
a history text book, for generations to come.
you, me and the paan-wallah,
have nothing to sit back and reminisce.. but the memories.
memories...
build them... for thats all we have.
I, in the process of running away..
stop for a split second, for i realised u played.. and it means a lot. congratulations!
well, thanks so much for that. With you, you know it's more than just the Paan-wallah I'll have memories about.
really? then what memories do u have?
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