Nuances

What can one do if the sky opens up and decides to shower you with nothing but rain for weeks together? This was our situation going into the semi-finals of the Champions trophy in Cardiff. Having booked the tickets 3 months in advance without an inkling of who would play and having driven to Cardiff for 4 hours after work, we had everything to lose due to the famous English weather (definitely pun intended). We slept really well and woke up fresh to be welcomed by bleak weather as usual on the day of the cricket match. By the time we got through a really heavy breakfast, it had stopped raining. Hmm, do we feel happy? Naah , not yet. After all this the English weather  we are talking about.  Well, armed with a good old traditional paper map, we trudged all the way to the stadium which I must agree was one of the best experiences I have ever had. Walking through the myriad streets of Cardiff, we were not even bothered that we walked more than we should have had to reach the s...

Tata, a man who lead a highly disciplined life, a human with immeasurable patience, a leading example to all his family members, an earnest student whose quest for knowledge and information assimilation did not die down until his last minute. By this time, any reader would have understood that this great man is no more with us. Especially, my grandfather, is no more with us. It has taken me quite some time to come to terms with this fact and put down my fond memories into words. Where shall I start? From the early days of inculcating his discipline in me or the innumerable hours that he patiently spent with me during my childhood or all those times that we spent together watching sports on the tele? I am sure the list will be endless. I still vividly remember the routine he had set up for me as soon as I started going to school. The study table and two sharpened pencils used to welcome me as soon as I used to come home in the afternoon from school. These of course was in prepara...