Dear Readers, you may notice the dates of the Blog do not match the Flash Post dates which are in real time. The blog was written in 2009 and saw the light of day 6 months back when my younger daughter discovered it and decided to bring it to you here.
Flash Post 262!

Flash Post 262!

Button, I have one of the most hilarious incidents to tell you but have no clue why I have not done so till date!

What are you waiting for?

This incident took place when the four of us travelled to Goa last Christmas. As we had some time to spare, we decided to go into the recreation room and play a game of carrom.


We formed 2 teams– Dost and chotididi made up one team while badididi and I made up the opposing team. Dost played first, I played next followed by chotididi and then the striker was handed over to badididi who, after checking with me if she should go ahead and strike one of the white coins on her side of the board, carefully placed the striker on the double line. Next came the hilarious bit when she had to pot the coin with the striker. Having taken aim, she swept the white dice into the pocket using her thumb instead of striking the dice with the striker! Of-course, both Dost and chotididi objected but, badididi wouldn’t admit to the fact that she was sweeping the coins into the pocket with the striker! Now, arguing with badididi is a no-win situation who, till the end of the game, insisted that she was putting striker to dice every time it was her turn to play. Her toothy grin put off Dost and chotididi from getting up and walking away.

This is hilarious. We must play a game of carrom at home, now that we have a carrom board and  watch her play the game.

During the game, both Dost and chotididi threw up their hands in exasperation but there was no stopping badididi who was having a merry time sweeping in the dices, sometimes along with the striker. She would then make a dour face, extricate the striker, the coin and another coin for having delivered a foul shot from the pocket and pass the striker to Dost to play!

Left hand. Right hand. Right hand. Left hand.  Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep–the sweeping continued with both hands till both Dost and Chotididi simply accepted what badididi was doing. I found Dost get somewhat irritated at one point of time while I was in splits! She even cleared the board single handedly once.

Who won eventually?

Badididi and I with 19 points while Dost and chotididi scored 11 points.

Oh! Really?

My father came to mind that day, Button, because he was the man who taught me how to play the game. He would place the striker for me and tell me to go ahead and strike. If I failed I’d get my ears pulled!

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