Went to the Commonwealth Games Opening Ceremony with dad and my sister; great experience. Didn’t think our country could really pull it off and frankly I even questioned the act of India proposing to hold the Games in the first place (even crazier that it was granted!).
But then, as the ceremony proceeded, I slowly changed my perspective and ever so slightly became proud of being an Indian (which I never was. Period.) The decorations were beautifully done, diversity craftily presented, beliefs magically communicated. I could tell everyone, not only me, was impressed. I especially looove the big drums, well that might sound kinda kiddish but I do; they’re so huge and make such big ‘gong’ sounds :) And oh…the light shows were absolutely breath-taking! Seriously!
It was fun cheering on Sheila Dikshit (Chief Minister of Delhi), and APJ Abdul Kalam (former President of India), and even more fun booing Suresh Kalmadi :D (unpopular chairman of the Organising Committee for Delhi Commonwealth Games).
Was holding my breath when the Indian contingents came into the stadium since I knew beforehand the Mizo traditional dress (Kawrchei & Puanchei) had been chosen to be worn by the girl who leads the team in. It’s a shame the subsequent Mizo Cheraw dance was not very conspicuous due to the large amount of people in the field at the same time, all dancing to the music.
I was interviewed by this reporter; I got really awkward hehe, but I think I got my point through :) Dad clicked this picture.
And now, I’m back to same old boring daily routine; so bland.
I’m searching for books which really interests me, to keep me occupied and enlightened. I’m currently devouring Barack Obama’s ‘Dreams from my Father’. Very very interesting but very very philosophical; slows down my reading pace :p
