Sambar with idli for breakfast, sambar with rice for lunch and again sambar with dosa or rice for dinner. Still I never get sick of sambar. No compulsions or obligations in having sambar, but still sambar would be there. It is something which I have to live with. Just like sambar, I see and hear those news, which makes me think the same way as I think about sambar…why sambar?
1/5/11
An Aussie Cap Experience!
This happened during my college days when I was playing for the college cricket team. To be part of the prestegious team which won 13 consecutive university champ title was truly an honour. To make it a memorable event, I decided to buy an aussie cap (just because it looked similar to the famous aussie green test cap!). Then came the debut! I's padded up and all set to go. Openers were biggies (state team players), and were ruthlessly hammering the immature bowling of the opposition. I's all pumped up seeing all the pulls and hooks going over the ropes. First wicket came down, my call came- I took my aussie cap and put it on in style, walked in ,took guard and got ready to face the ball. The bowler looked younger than a high schooler, he came running and delivered the first ball. It was a shot pitched one,slow and begging to be hit. I swinged my bat in full throttle, for my misery,the ball edged and hit my eye brows. The scar remains on my face, eventhough I lost my aussie cap !
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Thanks man.
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