Everything Else Is Rubble
The administrative office in front of the main building. In this age of endless information, I sometimes pause and realize something strange. I am drowning in information, but starving for memories. Every day, my mind absorbs hundreds of headlines, messages, videos, opinions, and notifications. Most of them vanish without a trace. Yet when I stop for a moment, memories from forty years ago return with astonishing clarity. Today, for some reason, my thoughts wandered back to my school and its teachers. I remember my kindergarten teacher, Ms. Carol at Little Angels. She was Anglo-Indian, impeccably dressed, and absolutely determined that every letter I wrote should sit neatly within the four lines of my notebook. Not touching the ceiling. Not falling through the floor. Perfectly contained. I don't remember what I had for lunch three days ago. But I remember those four lines. My first-grade teacher, Ms. Alice at BP Indian Public School, was...
thts true man....the selection really sucked in the inclusionof parthiv...thst frustrating and wud be even more if he continues dropping catches in pak......
ReplyDeletehey dude, give the little Patel a chance. Dont insult him by calling him a goalkeeper! (unintentional eh?) He is, in the opinion of many sports writers, a much improved keeper. His batting prowess was never in doubt anyways. Of course one has to question how Kaarthick goes from being a first choice keeper to third choice one in a matter of a few months without playing a single international match.
ReplyDeleteYup, thats so true. Ganguly makes India so sick! SICK-o!!
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