Pardes : The Cold

It is different, then again it is not.

Its bloody cold here. I know, it does get cold back in Darbhanga too, but this is another kind of a cold. Its omnipresent & omnipotent (whoa! have i found God?), and its terribly persistant. You wake up, you know its cold, so you put on your trusty old sweatshirt that has served you well in the near freezing Ahmedabad Sports Nights. Its still there. So you pull over a sweater over the sweatshirt. After a while, you realise it is still there. So you bring out the big bulky jacket and put it over everything else. You feel warm, happy that you have won this battle against the cold. Then you step out of the blanket. No, it doesnt end there. Its the morning, and in mornings you have to do the morning things, and suddenly, this fine morning, you are cursing the crcodile meat you had the night before. Note to self: No eating in SA till the summers. Till then, only fluids (the after effects require less skin exposure to the cold, after all). Then, you remember that you were playing cricket with the Tibetans next door, and you really cant postpone the shower any longer. Another note: (No physical activity till the summers. That means no cricket, no football, no running away from the black guy who i think intends to mug me, no more standing in the kitnchen and cooking food. That should insulate me from everything. So, thats settled.

Naah.

The Tibetans are SO easy to bowl out. And they bowl like girls (to all the great sportswomen reading this, i did not mean you, i meant the other girls around you who cant throw a ball, and please do not challenge me, i have been out of practise, and i accept that i bowl far worse than you, and by the way, i will be in Chennai in a few months, so what do you say we get together for a ball?). Its too difficult not to go play with them. And the meats here! Its almost like they killed everything that moved, and then they made the microwave and the electric oven to make it edible. And so much of these meats are so enticing, it would be difficult not to taste them. By the way, next on the list is Impala meat. They look so cute, must taste nice. And even though i am rather experimentative, getting mugged is something that i certainly want to give a pass by.

And anyway, they make nice and warm sweaters and jackets here, and the guy who was here has left all of his clothes for me. So lets go out for a walk among the beautiful brown trees, walking on the lush green grass, battling the bitingly cold wind, and hoping for an early return of the burning sun that hasnt been around for the last few days.