Should we say kudos to our politicians and business men who love cricket for the framing of another IPL army for a state lamenting for pesticide-free food, a roof for everyone, gutter less roads and primary sanitation facility? Should we generously praise the hard work of all those wonderful and broad minded people behind Kochi IPL for bringing cricket to a state were price hike and unavailability of food items have made life impossible? Should hands be clapped for the hard work and ‘sacrifice’ that honorable MP and other leading business men have done to bring IPL to a state that’s plagued with security threats and terrorist attacks? Should we all join and arrange a meeting to congratulate these wonderful people who made the hue-and-cry to bring IPL and cricket to a state where the list of political scams and corruption are endless? Thoughts started coming out one after another after seeing the news telecast in NDTV that discussed the confirmation of Kochi IPL team. The newscaster was literally going gaga over the team management’s efforts, and the honorable MP from Kerala was quoted saying that ‘sacrifices' made for the Kochi IPL team were worth it’.
One question to all these generous people! Is this our priority? Is this what we want now? No, we need a good and safe place to live in and not cricket matches. We need 'endosulfan free' vegetables , fresh air devoid of poisonous gases from factories, good living spaces, good hospitals, jobs for all, a state that's free of corruption and terrorist attacks. No cricket matches can ever fulfill these needs of ours.
The zeal that’s shown for making the ‘elite cricket team’ has once again proved beyond doubts that money weighs much than lives.
Shame on you all!
Chilling days inside a ‘refrigerator’
I am having really crazy days with 8 hours of training sessions daily, to make myself more Google friendly. The news of the training session actually came out of the blue that I had absolutely no idea about what I could be ‘taught’. But thankfully it’s all about what I am familiar with, but in a little more explanatory way. The ‘marathon’ training session brought along with it many good things along with an ‘ice cold’ change for me, as now I am made to sit in a place that I can literally name ‘Antarctica’ or ‘refrigerator’. The people around me are so much in love with the centralized AC here that they will literally burst into tears if at all I switch off the AC. The temperature is so low that my hands and feet become ice cold soon. I, someone who is glued with sinusitis by birth, am a total misfit here now and carry home headache and dizziness every day, finishing off the tablets that I have stored.
My new habitat is mostly filled with guys who are ever set to make this place a ‘refrigerator’ Really freezing, like thousands of pins pricking my body and brain at a time. Killing headaches start in no time, with excruciating pain making me exhausted and angry. I always look at the ‘AC lovers’ here with surprise and wonder how they manage to concentrate and work in such chilliness.
Every time they start freezing our room, I will have to drag myself from my seat, go and switch off the AC. But of really no use! Seeing me switch it off someone will soon jump from his seat running towards the control switch of the AC to switch it on again. Poor me! All I can do is just show him a sad face, a last (hopeless) attempt to make him know about the brutality that he is going to do. But I am always failing miserably to convince the ‘chill lovers’.
My new habitat is mostly filled with guys who are ever set to make this place a ‘refrigerator’ Really freezing, like thousands of pins pricking my body and brain at a time. Killing headaches start in no time, with excruciating pain making me exhausted and angry. I always look at the ‘AC lovers’ here with surprise and wonder how they manage to concentrate and work in such chilliness.
Every time they start freezing our room, I will have to drag myself from my seat, go and switch off the AC. But of really no use! Seeing me switch it off someone will soon jump from his seat running towards the control switch of the AC to switch it on again. Poor me! All I can do is just show him a sad face, a last (hopeless) attempt to make him know about the brutality that he is going to do. But I am always failing miserably to convince the ‘chill lovers’.
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