The 16th Asian Games in southern China came to an halt after sixteen days of sporting action yesterday, with the closing ceremony. The host nation of course not able to complete a double century of golds, falling short by just one yellow medal.
India bagged 64 medals with the Indian Anthem being played on fourteen of these occasions, It was the best ever medal haul for India beating the 1982 games hosted in the capital.
We are sixth in the tally after PR China, South Korea which will host the next edition four years after in Incheon from September 19–October 4, 2014, Japan, Islamic republic of Iran and Kazakhstan.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
An adventure - 1
Well... it's an adventure if I am right.
Its forty minutes past three in the morning with heavy trucks and loaded trawlers buzzing by, I walked (or ran to be precise) from the Global hospital, Lakdi-ka-pool (Hindi: wooden bridge) to my house.
It took an unusual 25 minutes to cover the distance.
I was the only soul in the Police station lane also spanning the Forensic departments save a rag piper picking up the garbage from the disposal van.
And now still awake I am, writing this post. May this be a reminder for me until either Blogspot is alive.
Its forty minutes past three in the morning with heavy trucks and loaded trawlers buzzing by, I walked (or ran to be precise) from the Global hospital, Lakdi-ka-pool (Hindi: wooden bridge) to my house.
It took an unusual 25 minutes to cover the distance.
I was the only soul in the Police station lane also spanning the Forensic departments save a rag piper picking up the garbage from the disposal van.
And now still awake I am, writing this post. May this be a reminder for me until either Blogspot is alive.
Monday, November 8, 2010
fortnight after
Writing approximately a fortnight after my b'day. Usually and coincidentally most of the posts come on Tuesday but today, its a day earlier :-).
The interesting work to my credit within this interval was my (yes, myself alone) shopping at rhytu aka. the farmer's bazaar, near Mehdipatnam Garrison on the forth day of this very month, a day short of the festival of lights - The Deepavali.
Though I have been visiting this place since I was a lad of five, usually on all the Sundays, this was my first instance of my being partially alone.
Comparatively less fireworks and explosives were "detonated" this year... none by me.
The last I celebrated this festival with a age old cone shaped firework some four years ago.
The interesting work to my credit within this interval was my (yes, myself alone) shopping at rhytu aka. the farmer's bazaar, near Mehdipatnam Garrison on the forth day of this very month, a day short of the festival of lights - The Deepavali.
Though I have been visiting this place since I was a lad of five, usually on all the Sundays, this was my first instance of my being partially alone.
Comparatively less fireworks and explosives were "detonated" this year... none by me.
The last I celebrated this festival with a age old cone shaped firework some four years ago.
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