A train derailed in central India. Bystanders charging a hundred rupee for letting relatives see the bodies of their loved. Fifty, if a body is not to be stripped. Where is your God?
What do you do when you have 3 SAT subject tests in 3 days and anything below 2350 (on 2400) is socially despised?
Wish you were one of the Simpsons.
(And not an Indian.)
The Brief Story of Bengali Soccerholics
They bleed it. That’s right, it’s in their blood. I have no answer to why, but soccer fixation is in the Kolkata air.
I was breathing it just yesterday. People brawling about who’ll own the cup, whining of their favorite teams’ lousy performance, cheering like the cup is theirs, and believe me: a hell lot more.
If you don’t already know where this party is, it’s at the streets of a northern suburb of Kolkata. The funny thing is, 80 of 100 (to my approximation) are die hard Brazil and/or Argentina nuts. P. S. The last thing they would expect is the Indian team even qualifying.
I find it pretty lush the way a game unites the masses. Screw social differences, we like soccer.