Aba-Dhubi: Again a very strange named game.. but this used to be one of my favourites. The denner has to hit other kids with a ball (usually a big one) without running with the ball in hand. The one who gets hit poicks the ball and becomes the denner... it's like a string game which has no "pause".
Lagori: I think this is what Brijesh means by "Pitthu"... there are 7 stones / slabs / tile pieces piled on on the other in a circle. One team has 3 chances to break the tower with a ball - from a distance of around 6 feet. Once broken, they have to put all the pieces back together in the same sequence, while the other team tries to hit them with the ball. Even if one member of the first team is out, the other team wins.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
The Idea Behind
It has been a little more than two years with my current job. More like any other place; I made some good friends here. A normal day starts at work by exchanging some smiling 'hi's and reading some loud residual email forwards. Some nice pinch of humor starts to give a widescreen glee on everybody's face. It’s not very rare to see a sudden paranoid laughter cruising across from corners of the office. That’s an indication that the joke has been read and more importantly understood. Then starts teasers floating across the instant messengers. If it’s worthwhile sometimes we get up from our warm cubicles and try to overemphasize the email forward.
Holy shrine....its 1 pm. Time for lunch. We again start messaging each other trying to get a consensus to leave our beloved warm seats to proceed towards the rooftop cafeteria. Some hesitations, some delays, some pretensions but we still lead our way to our destination....the roof top cafeteria.
More than the lunch, what are more enticing is the multi-lateral discussions happening over the table. The discussions fling from Bollywood undercover stories to nonsense cricket to health and sometimes down the memory lane. In one such discussion we all got driven away by some very sweet memories of our childhood. A childhood with very less of TV, no videogames, no computer, no fancy Barbie dolls (for girls). We all agreed that we were equally entertained without all these ....but how? Oh yeah we remembered the days we went playing some basic chor-police to modestized version of cricket using a ball created out of a bunch of papers. The experiences and revelations started flowing fast...real fast. That’s when we thought this needs to be blog-umented. An idea to create this Blog was born. Born to cherish our childhood memories.... over to you...
Holy shrine....its 1 pm. Time for lunch. We again start messaging each other trying to get a consensus to leave our beloved warm seats to proceed towards the rooftop cafeteria. Some hesitations, some delays, some pretensions but we still lead our way to our destination....the roof top cafeteria.
More than the lunch, what are more enticing is the multi-lateral discussions happening over the table. The discussions fling from Bollywood undercover stories to nonsense cricket to health and sometimes down the memory lane. In one such discussion we all got driven away by some very sweet memories of our childhood. A childhood with very less of TV, no videogames, no computer, no fancy Barbie dolls (for girls). We all agreed that we were equally entertained without all these ....but how? Oh yeah we remembered the days we went playing some basic chor-police to modestized version of cricket using a ball created out of a bunch of papers. The experiences and revelations started flowing fast...real fast. That’s when we thought this needs to be blog-umented. An idea to create this Blog was born. Born to cherish our childhood memories.... over to you...
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