Work can occasionally get mundane and the only saviors, of such a lull, are a few corporate activities that aim to make the workplace, a fun place to be. Though few and far between, everyone looks forward for some fantastic events to be organised. And so when the memo for pool championship in my department was circulated, me and a friend sent out our nominations and started with some serious practice.
The tournament schedule was soon out and surprisingly not many teams were participating. A little turn down for the organizers as lesser participation did not serve the purpose of organising the event at all. But this came as a good news to us, it meant lesser competition favoring a better chance of winning. Then came a shock, if I should say so, there was but one team of girls participating and we were pitched against them for the eliminations. If I were to praise myself at the game, I am neither a novice nor a pro, which means luck has a lot bigger role to play if I were to win a game! The word soon went around that we are being challenged by a bunch of girls for the eliminations. It almost became a prestige issue for us to win this game because loosing to girls was just not acceptable! We had never seen them at the pool table before and so were apprehensive about their skills at the game.
The game started and pretty soon it was obvious, who was the champion at the table. No. It wasn't them. It wasn't us either. Both teams were equally pathetic at the game and it was becoming difficult to point out who sucked more at the game. Curious onlookers cheered on initially but were soon loosing interest in our game. Occasional cheers made us feel good, but another poor shot would dampen the enthusiasm. I could see fewer people watching our game, as most made their way to a more exciting game being played at the next table.
Gradually pocketing the stripes we made ourselves comfortable and started playing with some confidence. After a few hits and a lot misses, it was just the black ball on the table and for some reason it just refused to go into the called pocket. Now our best chance was to wait for them to make some mistake and use it to our advantage. We had had enough of this and wanted an end to the ordeal. The drooling game drew to an end when we had a golden chance to pot the black ball and register a victory, though not a well deserved one. My partner took the cue, called the pocket and hit it well. What followed was most unprecedented for, we did pot the black ball, unfortunately in the wrong pocket, forfeiting the game. Owing much to the poor show of talent, we were awarded with this unfortunate loss. I cannot say that the better team won, nor did they win on their merit.
After all that pooling around, pun intended, I can't help but put things in this perspective - Poor show of talent : Some sympathies from onlookers ; Losing to the only girls team : Some more embarrassment for days to come ; The look on the girls' faces when they won : Priceless!!
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Sep 20, 2007
Jun 15, 2006
Beach Parasailing Rendezvous
Sometime back I had read this somewhere
"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"
And believe me, that’s what I repeat under my breath every time I come across anything new. When you keep guessing when was that last time you really didsomething new, something exciting, never hesitate...just jump to the opportunity.And probably that is how some 17 lunatics, in search of a new adventure, stumbledupon the beach parasailing itinerary organized by a local adventure group. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed a lot and been left wanting for more!!
"Bon voyage"
We embarked for the coast on a crispy October night. I was in a mood to doze off immediately, since had to dash across from my place to the super market and back for some last minute shopping and was running a bit late. But before the weariness could take control, we started with dumb-sharades. The "dumbs" in the bus had volunteered for the game and were having a blast trying to enact movies and other outrageous"home productions". Later on, it got even more interesting when other joined in. I was pretty amazed at my skills at the game. Had a rocking time acting out some movies.
This would have carried on all night long. But then came a call to put out the lights and catch some sleep. Fair enough, the lights were out, but everyone had hard time catching up some sleep, all thanks to the beautiful road conditions.
"Destination : Diveagar"
I must have dozed off some time soon, coz when I woke up later on, we had already reached the accommodation facility. The bed mattresses were some relief from the treacherous bus, I would say. But the excitement was still high, and after everyone else had retired to the cottages, me and three others made our way to the beach. At 4.30 in the morning, the sea waves were calling us. It was a very enticing experience. And though we could hardly see a thing in the dark, we knew that when daylight would break, we would be assured of a great time on the beach.
"Wake up call"
Came back from the beach, and had a sound sleep for the remaining time until our team captain came to wake everybody up. And in no time the place was alive with the morning hustle-bustle. After some tea and snacks, all headed for the beach.Wind did not favor us for the first half of the day. But the time was worth fully spent playing some beach ball. Well, we were playing less and bickering more over how low the ball was and it qualified as a net and a re-serve!! Then there was a quick change of plan amidst all the fun, and people headed for the sea fort - Murud Janjira. What better way to start that run than to sip on natural coconut water. Simply perfect.
"Enroute conquering Murud Janjira"
The army then set out to conquer the sea fort of Murud. Equipped with loads of excitement and singing songs all way long, I never realized when we reached the ferry point.The ferry trip to the fort and back was nice. And my heart sure missed a beat when the load on the small boat was imbalanced to the verge of toppling over.
"Enjoy the meal"
After the victory at Murud, the army certainly deserved a sumptuous meal. And as we made our way back, lunch was ready, typical Konkani style of food preparation complete with specialities like "Ukadiche Modak" and "Solkadhi". After the lunch, I just wanted to retire to my cottage and sleep like a baby. But thenwe weren’t here for that, were we?? Just a few moments later all started for thebeach again and this time it was to "fly high! sky high!!"
"Showtime"
When I reached the beach, first few guys had already done their part. The sight itself was thrilling and I wondered how it would feel to soar that high in a matter of seconds. Was having an adrenaline rush and goose bumps at the same time.Equipped with the handycam, I wanted to take footage of the flight from up there.Gradually as people were taking their turns to imitate the birds, I was getting readyfor the ride of a lifetime. Of course there was never a time when I had done this for the first time.And then the moment of truth. With the parachute canopy swelling to the fullest behind my back, and the jeep idling ahead ready to launch, I took my first steps of flight. And before I knew it, I was up there seeing tiny people waving there hands at me and some toy car trying to pull me. Initial few seconds of the flight were just complete chaos. It took me some time to gather my bearings and aim the camera at something worthwhile to shoot.I was having a feeling that the harness tied to me was gradually slipping away. And to make the freaky moment even more freakier, I remembered someone telling how a girl had fell of some 10 feet since the harness was not tied properly. Well 10 feet is okay, but you don’t want to fall from the roof of a building. I had little choice but to scream from up there, vainly telling the jeep fellow that I am slipping off theharness. I would have wanted to sing "I believe I can fly...I believe I can touch the sky..." but with the chaos and excitement coupled together, I managed to utter the veryversatile "F" word to describe how beautiful it is from up there.
When the jeep slowed down and I gradually descended before another tug launchedme back to where I was, I became more comfortable with all the "loose harness" thing. Just some stupid concern about safety. And now that I had the confidence, I started shooting the trees, mountains, sea, sunset and of course the parachute that was holding me up there.It is really amazing to experience flight. Something which we knew we could never do, until this day. And now am left wanting for more !! The touch down was like a feather.Smooth and perfect.
"The Video Footage"
My immediate reaction, after I was free from the harness, was to rewind the tape and check all that had been caught on film. I wasn’t disappointed. But the camera cannot even get close to the trill one experiences when airborne. Itwould be just a reminder of the awesome adrenaline rush within that short time.‘Mission : accomplished’
"What a day!"
After my turn, I had some time to spare in the murky waters of the beach. Watched the sun go down and disappear. And while other were finishing their turns at the parasailing, I relaxed and settled down to call it a day. A day planned beautifully and made worthwhile by all the lunatics and fanatics on board the‘Fun Express’.
"Final retreat"
After a relaxing bath and some more refreshing tea, we all started back.And this time the "back-benchers" were in full form. Singing timeless classics that reminded us of our merry childhood.The crusade carried on till a stop for dinner. Personally I don’t want to recollect thatat all. The menu should be best forgotten.
Slept like a baby in the final lap. Touch down at 2 am. A bit delayed, but who cares... after a day like this, it did not matter. And I had already decided to call in sick the next day. So Monday was a sick leave from work for me. Spent most of the time sleeping lazily around the house.
Yes, this is yet one of those trips that are worth remembering and moments worthreliving again and again.
"What next?"
Now the next plan has caught my imagination, Scuba diving and snorkeling on the beaches of Lakshwadeep. Seems to be out of this world. May take lot of planning and coordination and most important, begging for holidays to make it a success. Seems difficult, but then ...
"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"...
...flashback from October 2005
"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"
And believe me, that’s what I repeat under my breath every time I come across anything new. When you keep guessing when was that last time you really didsomething new, something exciting, never hesitate...just jump to the opportunity.And probably that is how some 17 lunatics, in search of a new adventure, stumbledupon the beach parasailing itinerary organized by a local adventure group. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed a lot and been left wanting for more!!
"Bon voyage"
We embarked for the coast on a crispy October night. I was in a mood to doze off immediately, since had to dash across from my place to the super market and back for some last minute shopping and was running a bit late. But before the weariness could take control, we started with dumb-sharades. The "dumbs" in the bus had volunteered for the game and were having a blast trying to enact movies and other outrageous"home productions". Later on, it got even more interesting when other joined in. I was pretty amazed at my skills at the game. Had a rocking time acting out some movies.
This would have carried on all night long. But then came a call to put out the lights and catch some sleep. Fair enough, the lights were out, but everyone had hard time catching up some sleep, all thanks to the beautiful road conditions.
"Destination : Diveagar"
I must have dozed off some time soon, coz when I woke up later on, we had already reached the accommodation facility. The bed mattresses were some relief from the treacherous bus, I would say. But the excitement was still high, and after everyone else had retired to the cottages, me and three others made our way to the beach. At 4.30 in the morning, the sea waves were calling us. It was a very enticing experience. And though we could hardly see a thing in the dark, we knew that when daylight would break, we would be assured of a great time on the beach.
"Wake up call"
Came back from the beach, and had a sound sleep for the remaining time until our team captain came to wake everybody up. And in no time the place was alive with the morning hustle-bustle. After some tea and snacks, all headed for the beach.Wind did not favor us for the first half of the day. But the time was worth fully spent playing some beach ball. Well, we were playing less and bickering more over how low the ball was and it qualified as a net and a re-serve!! Then there was a quick change of plan amidst all the fun, and people headed for the sea fort - Murud Janjira. What better way to start that run than to sip on natural coconut water. Simply perfect.
"Enroute conquering Murud Janjira"
The army then set out to conquer the sea fort of Murud. Equipped with loads of excitement and singing songs all way long, I never realized when we reached the ferry point.The ferry trip to the fort and back was nice. And my heart sure missed a beat when the load on the small boat was imbalanced to the verge of toppling over.
"Enjoy the meal"
After the victory at Murud, the army certainly deserved a sumptuous meal. And as we made our way back, lunch was ready, typical Konkani style of food preparation complete with specialities like "Ukadiche Modak" and "Solkadhi". After the lunch, I just wanted to retire to my cottage and sleep like a baby. But thenwe weren’t here for that, were we?? Just a few moments later all started for thebeach again and this time it was to "fly high! sky high!!"
"Showtime"
When I reached the beach, first few guys had already done their part. The sight itself was thrilling and I wondered how it would feel to soar that high in a matter of seconds. Was having an adrenaline rush and goose bumps at the same time.Equipped with the handycam, I wanted to take footage of the flight from up there.Gradually as people were taking their turns to imitate the birds, I was getting readyfor the ride of a lifetime. Of course there was never a time when I had done this for the first time.And then the moment of truth. With the parachute canopy swelling to the fullest behind my back, and the jeep idling ahead ready to launch, I took my first steps of flight. And before I knew it, I was up there seeing tiny people waving there hands at me and some toy car trying to pull me. Initial few seconds of the flight were just complete chaos. It took me some time to gather my bearings and aim the camera at something worthwhile to shoot.I was having a feeling that the harness tied to me was gradually slipping away. And to make the freaky moment even more freakier, I remembered someone telling how a girl had fell of some 10 feet since the harness was not tied properly. Well 10 feet is okay, but you don’t want to fall from the roof of a building. I had little choice but to scream from up there, vainly telling the jeep fellow that I am slipping off theharness. I would have wanted to sing "I believe I can fly...I believe I can touch the sky..." but with the chaos and excitement coupled together, I managed to utter the veryversatile "F" word to describe how beautiful it is from up there.
When the jeep slowed down and I gradually descended before another tug launchedme back to where I was, I became more comfortable with all the "loose harness" thing. Just some stupid concern about safety. And now that I had the confidence, I started shooting the trees, mountains, sea, sunset and of course the parachute that was holding me up there.It is really amazing to experience flight. Something which we knew we could never do, until this day. And now am left wanting for more !! The touch down was like a feather.Smooth and perfect.
"The Video Footage"
My immediate reaction, after I was free from the harness, was to rewind the tape and check all that had been caught on film. I wasn’t disappointed. But the camera cannot even get close to the trill one experiences when airborne. Itwould be just a reminder of the awesome adrenaline rush within that short time.‘Mission : accomplished’
"What a day!"
After my turn, I had some time to spare in the murky waters of the beach. Watched the sun go down and disappear. And while other were finishing their turns at the parasailing, I relaxed and settled down to call it a day. A day planned beautifully and made worthwhile by all the lunatics and fanatics on board the‘Fun Express’.
"Final retreat"
After a relaxing bath and some more refreshing tea, we all started back.And this time the "back-benchers" were in full form. Singing timeless classics that reminded us of our merry childhood.The crusade carried on till a stop for dinner. Personally I don’t want to recollect thatat all. The menu should be best forgotten.
Slept like a baby in the final lap. Touch down at 2 am. A bit delayed, but who cares... after a day like this, it did not matter. And I had already decided to call in sick the next day. So Monday was a sick leave from work for me. Spent most of the time sleeping lazily around the house.
Yes, this is yet one of those trips that are worth remembering and moments worthreliving again and again.
"What next?"
Now the next plan has caught my imagination, Scuba diving and snorkeling on the beaches of Lakshwadeep. Seems to be out of this world. May take lot of planning and coordination and most important, begging for holidays to make it a success. Seems difficult, but then ...
"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"...
...flashback from October 2005
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