My earliest memories of watching cricket and developing a liking for it was during India's tour of Pakistan 1991, and the subsequent ODI series that they played at Sharjah. Until then, my father's numerous attempts to get me and my brother interested in game , were mostly futile and often left him exasperated. There were better things to watch on tv. like superman cartoons. then it happened. it was one of those rainy Saturday evenings in Bangalore, not too good to do anything outdoors for two restless kids. go to the hall, and there's my father, watching the match, all excited. for some reason even amma was excited, which didn't happen too often. grudgingly, we sat down and watched the match. Doordarshan had that habit(it still does) of running matches by taking other programs off air. it was cricket instead of fsuperman. as we watched, there were a whole lot of questions for my father. he looked at us and smiled. he knew we had fallen in love with the game just as he had, when he was a child. Its a love affair that has persisted with me, fiercely possessive, not letting me appreciate any other game as much as I appreciate cricket. Barring a passing interest in football during the world cups, or a decent liking to tennis, cricket was and is still my mainstay.
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hmm...affair...da word as such you associate to have an end....so tell me when you reach urs....coz my affair...hmm i think a better choice of word wud be flirt coz da relationship was never so deep :D... yes my flirting with cricket ended long long time back... :D
The "affair" 's still going strong, eh?
It figures, when you give it so much of your mind and soul space.
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