Hi people!
Getting back after a long time here, the last post was on Aug 14th! Blame it on the exams and partly on my laziness!
The weekend couldn't have been any better than it actually was, infact I am very tempted to call it my best weekend in college ever! Delhi came out of the blue for me. It was thursday and the exams had just finished a couple of hours earlier and the feeling of emptiness was sinking in that life would be so blank without exams, LOL! Thanks to GOOGLE TALK that we all like to use and are infact so obsessed with it, GT pinged me and asked me if I wanted to join them to a trip to Delhi for the Nehru Cup. I was like WTF! Ofcourse I would love to do that. I started making enquiries about the possible train options that one could take to Delhi, we were anyways going to travel by general class with no reservation that such things could be considered as a privilege! The next day we started after the usual dose of boring lectures and mind bugging practicals at 2230 from Allahabad(I must tell you that I was so glad that I was getting out of this crappy place that even if it hadn't been Delhi but Cherrapunji then also I would have jumped at the idea!). The train journey turned out to be more painful than we had ever imagined with all our minds collectively put together! We were sleeping on the floor with newspapers as bedsheets and people staring at us as if we belonged to some other solar system!
Delhi in the morning looked as if it had been waiting for us all this while. To say that the weather was just fabulous would be an understatement! We had to put shop at Noida so after much asking and being pushed around we took a bus to BHEL township in Noida. I must tell you one thing that girls in Delhi are so hot that I never wanted to leave that place anytime soon(never actually!). Started out for the India-Syria last league match in the evening from there but before that we went to the Great India Places mall in Noida and we all fell for the same girl in "red ", as we called her. She was damn hot!
Cut to the Ambedkar Stadium in Delhi for the game and I couldn't help but wonder, why had the best seats in the stadium been priced the lowest? I gotta say that we bought the most expensive tickets(50 bucks!!!) and ended up watching the game all standing up! India was pathetic that day and saying that is an understatement, we all felt atleast once that our college team could beat them. Abhishek Yadav, the striker was in the Peter Crouch mould but Crouchy does use his legs sometimes even though it may be by mistake but this man had no sense of where his legs where!
On sunday we all woke up late just like the way we do in hostels and had a sumptuous breakfast at the mess with all hot chicks(trainee engineers) in BHEL surrounding us! How I wish that we had co-ed hostels here! Getting to Connaught Place for some purchasing would be a good idea and with this very wrong notion we ended up breaking our legs crooked with all the mindless and fruitless walking. We headed to Kashmere Gate to look for one proper shop in the entire city selling good jerseys. There's a place called Monastery there and that is the place to be in if you're looking for good quality jerseys at really low prices. We ended up making friendship with a good number of "chinki" girls in the shops.
The final was held in an electric atmosphere and the crowd was all behind India and Bhutia was the darling of the crowds. The 1st minute itself could have produced a dream start for India hadn't the Syrian goalie dived full length to avert a certain goal. India was attacking all the time and the Syrians were happy to sit back and soak up the pressure before mounting any attacks of their own. Chance after chance went abegging as neither team could put the damn ball in the nylons. Even after 90 mins of goalless action there wasn't any sign of either team finding a goal when up stepped Renedy Singh a La-Ronaldo style freekick was buried in the net from no less than 35 yards out. The crowd went berserk and clothing was flung onto the turf but one final twist was still remaining when Syria scored with last kick of the game in the 120th min. It was upto the penalty shootout and you never know what's lined up with next kick and there did India find its "Keeper of Faith" in Subrata to hand India a remarkable win that completes a hattrick of titles for India under Bob Houghton and the trust just got stronger!
Getting back to Allahabad was so painful that we all hoped that this dream would never end.
More to follow on the next post of The Almighty!
P.S: This post was written late at night with me under some serious hallucination so the mistakes should not to be taken seriously!
P.S: Pardon me for a such a boring post but I am completely out of my mind at the moment.
