Yesterday was a big day in Indian Sports. India vs Australia World Cup semi final cricket match. No wonder the roads were empty, in spite of it being a week day and I had immense pleasure in driving through the streets with so less traffic and reaching office way earlier than I usually do during other week days. And to come to an office which was so empty that I could find my favorite parking spot empty…heavenly I say. Not to mention an empty wing with just a couple of people spread across the wide space. I go up to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and what do I see? The meager amount of people in the office have managed to setup a projector and were relaying the cricket match in a huge white screen. No wonder all the floors were empty. In fact a meeting that was scheduled in the cafeteria was moved later to a conference room. The patriotism of people here….(sighs) I am sure none of them left to their work place until the match was done. And yes, India lost, with a huge margin too. That sucks. I used to be an avid fan but since last year, I have somehow lost interest. And cricket here is almost a religion. So we cannot expect anything less than this. And it isn’t just my organization. It was the same in all of my friend’s work places too. And not to mention the kind of word wars that went on between friends regarding the match, who will win, why people are crazy about cricket etc etc. It reminded me of Hermione’s dialogue with Harry and Co. Sometimes I wonder if it is just about cricket at all.
“That’s the trouble with Quidditch,” said Hermione absentmindedly, once again bent over her Rune translation, “it creates all this bad feeling and tension between the Houses.”
She looked up to find her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary and caught Fred, George, and Harry looking at her with expressions of mingled disgust and incredulity on their faces.
“Well, it does!” she said impatiently. “It’s only a game isn’t it?”
“Hermione,” said Harry, shaking his head, “you’re good on feelings and stuff, but you just don’t understand about Quidditch.”
“Maybe not,” she said darkly, returning to her translation again, “but at least my happiness doesn’t depend of Ron’s goalkeeping ability.”