Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Leceister City Vs Burnley

On Tuesday night, Martin and I were up in Leceister to visit Anand. I saw the warehouse, which never fails to impress me when I see how many Verbatim products are on shelves and the volume of products moved every day. I met Preety, Jay's wife, she's lovely, must be about my age and we chatted about her holiday being spoiled by her second-month pregnancy all-day sickness. In the evening, Martin and I were very disappointed that they did not want to go for the nice Chinese dinner Martin had planned. We were both hungry and sandwich at a football game was not up to our stomach's posh expectations. We met Vic at the Walkers' stadium and enjoyed the game; the corporate lodge is brilliant, nice view on the pitch and the Leceister crowd was exhilarated, singing, stomping their feet, clapping. The game was definitely not Premiership quality, even I could tell, but it was very entertaining (more than Italy Vs Germany game in the world cup, that was dead boring), Leicester controlled the game up to the 30th minutes, then Burnley became a bit more aggressive and scored at the 45th minute. The second half Leicester did not show any sign of equalising, Burnley played well.

After the game, I chatted with Mr. Anand (Jay's father) he came from India in 1962, he is from the Penjab. I told him about my years in Utah Pradesh, and how strange and wonderful the experience was. I told him about being schooled in the Maharaja's palace stables, which had been restaured into classrooms just for us, and how the Maharaja had put his summer palace at our disposal, and build a swimming pool just for us, and that some days, it was so hot, that we could not get in the water (it must have been 40 degrees). I also told him that although in my eyes it was great, it was not so easy, having barely any food to eat and no elecricity or water most days. But it is an extra-ordinary experience that teaches one to appreciate everything thereafter. Such experience is very humbling.

1 comment:

Hammer said...

You just reminded me of a book called vivekananda. It details the life and teachings of a spiritual man from India in the late 19th century. It chronicles his travels to England and America. His main goal was to enlighten and get support for the plight of his people.

It's a very interesting read. I was amazed how things have not really changed that much in a hundred years.

Check it out if you get the chance.

Best of luck with your new abode!