When I got up this morning, a very
unfamiliar face greeted me. A benign, smiling face…..yet sooo unfamiliar!
The 19-year-old,
half-steel half-flesh humanoid introduced herself as my greatx8 grand daughter, or
my tenth generation!
I was yet to get over the shock when another
one greeted me. I had woken up in a mega transparent capsule with nature
visible in all its glory….but was too stunned to appreciate it.
I was later told that capsule’s radius was about 100 metres, with a huge
temperature bar on the roof giving a reading of 25 degree Celsius. I was told
that the outside temperature, at 63 degree, was on the lower side. It was the
coolest phase of the winter and, to my utter bewilderment, it was the winter of,
believe it or not, 2314. Globalisation
had finally taken its toll, but the humanity had survived in mega capsules floating
on the mighty and cruel waves of the sea.
Was I dreaming! If I was, I could not have waited to get up. Where was my
immediate family. I was informed, after a brief counselling to soothe my
nerves, that they were long gone after waiting for me to wake up for decades.
They waited in vain since that fateful day of March 20, 2014, when Viplav Vinod, whose name itself is a contradiction
of terms, had cursed me to 300 years of sleep.
Well. No revenge was possible. Viplav was long gone too after creating (call it mayhem, anarchy or whatever you
like) in my life. And his facebook account was gone too, courtesy the
now-in-force strict policy for the dead. So no revenge was possible as well -- either verbal or written.
I was in great distress,
experiencing the bouts of amazements at the same time, at the strange term of
events. I was cursing viplav all the time. Wish he had realised that his curse of 300 years of sleep, had, somehow, come
true, and so tragically for me. (MORE TO COME)
(hole-won format one)
While Basra's application (and I – atul sondhi - won’t ever hear any Sardarji jokes after
seeing the results of Basra’s cute application!) is nice in its speed and transparency, I strongly, sincerely, and
unequivocally suggest that LET US NOT GET LIMITED
BY OUR LIMITATIONS as we trudge through the finely cut grass of the DSC
mini-golf course. Otherwise, the sacrifice of numerous insects, who have
been clubbed to death by our Irons, and, I dare say, balls, will have gone in
vain
This round format with cumulative scoring, which we
implement so gladly/happily, is in fact so much inferior to the hole-won format, especially at a course which does
not tend to reward adventurous stroke play.
If we want to improve our game, and eventually enter the `golfing hall of fame' of Dwarka Sports Complex,
we got to switch to a new format. There are solid reasons for it. (more to follow today, tomorrow or the day after)
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Atul Sondhi