This morning when i woke up, i discovered the hazards of overworking your usually inactive brain too much: a ripping headache yesterday, followed by a fever.
But the morning itself wasnt too bad.
Yesterday's altercation with dad led to him declaring me, for the umpteenth time after my joining dramsoc, a 'good for nothing
nautankibaz' who doesnt know what to do with his life. That had left me with literal mixed feelings; a mixture which was a concoction of only unwanted emotions: anger, regret of not having gone away from delhi and the like.
So much so that i told the dramsoc seniors i would be leaving the society after the iit competition.
And would sit at home doing whatever my dad tells me to.
(By this time, my head had started splitting due to all my brainstorming and plans which all led to one conclusion: leaving delhi next year)
Even after Sahil and Latika discussed the pros and cons of leaving the society, i still couldnt somehow tell them properly that i did not
want to leave the society; i
had to leave it.
The time i reached home (the intense sun in which we practised had expanded the split in my head by then) i told mom that i was leaving the society.
All that i remember after that is a blur...taking a saridon and twisting from this position to that all evening; after sleeping restlessly at aroundnine or something... i woke up in the morning and found that it felt awkward.
It was fever.
But then; somebody said that everything happens for a reason.
He was true.
Mom must have told dad about my leaving the society, so the first thing he asked upon seeing me was why hadnt i gone for the practises (and in a loving tone, too...i guess nobody at home knew i was unwell coz i hadnt spoken to anyone since the last evening) and even offered to drop me till the metro station.
A smile later, i knew it was alright.
I wasnt leaving either dramsoc ,or delhi, afterall.
(P.S. :The only thing to come out of all this is that i realize dramsoc is a part of me now; the decision of leaving it had felt awfully disturbing...something which i wasnt accepting till some days before, and dramsoc used to be just a pass time.)
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It has been two years since i watched a complete cricket match. (Those two years have been the most unproductive time of my life...all due to some weird notions of my coaching centre teachers that you need to study more than 24 hours a day (?) to make it to iit; i ended up being glued to books 24*7, wthout ever taking in a word. i had books in my hand, on my lap, nose, head : wherever you can contemplate..so much so that parishek often wondered aloud if i had a book stand installed in the loo as well..but thats a different story; to be blogged some other day).
So i settled peacefully to watch the indo-west indies encounter.
Sachin, my childhood favourite, began cautiously and was dropped meekly by the keeper when on 5. Tendulkar helped himself to another 136, carrying his bat in an ODI for just the second time. But it was not smooth sailing all along for him, who sported a blue brace on his left elbow as a reminder of the injury that has dogged him in the recent past. The manner in which he began - and it would be fair to describe it as edgy - gave plenty of hope to the West Indian attack. After the dropped catch Tendulkar managed to get a grip, playing two crisp straight drives that cannoned into the stumps at the non-striker's end. A trademark whip through midwicket for four settled the nerves, and India were on their way.
Dravid was able to master the variable bounce, master that he is.
Sachin capitalised fully; but all went in wain due to messrs Duckworth and Louis...After the pounding rains, WI was declared winner only after 20 overs of their innings,following the D-L rule.
My hopes of watching an entire cricket match were drowned too.
Nevermind; tendya.
Congrats for the scintillating 40th ton.
Go kill the aussies!
