Gerald D'Cunha

Pic.: Neetu Sharma Sachdeva Today, our housing society had its AGM. I was chairing it for the fifth time in a row. This is our last year in office. The faith placed in us by our members, their co-operation and the support, all along these years – have been overwhelming and humbling to say the least. Like in all Co-operative Societies, we, too, had been struggling to deal with some real challenges posed by a small group of members. It had been relentlessly going on for years, despite the large section of our members appealing to the concerned group in every possible meeting, and, also, outside the meetings… But, in vain. Every effort to appeal to the conscience of the group has failed, so far; the group has remained adamant and the personal vendetta continues with no hope of reconciliation in sight. In Life, our ego-trips are like our Tiger safari. Before we get on Tiger’s back, we assume we are up to some great joy-ride… But, fools we are to do that… Stu...

One of the most difficult things to do, while watching a match like T-20 Final in Sri Lanka yesterday, is to watch it without taking side.    I was supporting West Indies, like most Indians did, last night.  If Australia and South Africa were in fray, last night, I would have rooted for South Africa. And, if Sri Lanka was pitted against Pakistan, I would have put all my money on the island! Thank God, India did not reach the Final! Even if our players had played the worst match, last night, I would still want them to win! A game, a sport has thrill only when you play to win... when you compete. As a spectator, too, it holds true: you need to take side, support that side… It is only then, a sport is a sport. Why did I want West Indies to win, last night? Why would I have rooted for SA instead of Australia? Why would I have not betted on Pakistan? The reasons, whenever I think of them, make me feel silly...