shvetabhagat

  In my earliest memory, I remember it as a place with rolling meadows and colourful hats with everyone swinging an exciting looking stick. Barely into school, I boasted I had just visited New Zealand every time I rolled down from home to the golf course! You heard that right. Maybe as we were in picturesque Wellington, an army cantonment in Tamil Nadu, and in my head I was confused with all the movies in VCRs and felt just maybe we are that Wellington, with such a diverse setting from any I had been exposed to. This was my first encounter with a game where the players always wore a contradictory air of distress and glee and the arena looked like it was almost a pathway to Heaven. There began the intrigue.     Following years, I got used to this designated, exclusive verdant island in every town my father was to get posted and my understanding evolved. Now I just thought it is a place elders go for outdoor recreation and even to get into the good books of a boss. It jus...