Sudhir Bhattathiripad
Bio
I believe that sport mirrors life and its ups and downs.
I write stories , match reports, and tributes on Football, Cricket, Tennis, Chess etc.
My blog : Be A Sport
Twitter : @tvsbhatta
Stories (6/0)
A Humbling drive through the Himalayas
It was supposed to be a long drive, the indispensable Google maps said that. Having spent a few days in the sleepy, charming towns of Almora and Kausani, we were headed up the hills. While planning the trip, almost on a whim, I selected Munsiyari, as it was closer to the Himalayas and also looked gorgeous with the imposing snow-capped mountains looming large.
By Sudhir Bhattathiripad11 months ago in Wander
Ring the Bells ………Justice Delivered
We are a land of beliefs. And we are unabashedly unapologetic about it. Long before modern man created ideology and its supporting fanatic casts, we believed in nature as the all-encompassing power. Even to this date, in some senses we do.
By Sudhir Bhattathiripad11 months ago in Wander
A day in the Land of Gods...Uttarakhand India
It a break from the routine after a long time. It is the Dev Bhoomi (The land of Gods) this time. The relatively young state of Uttarkhand. Young on records but as ancient as anything given it's culture and history.
By Sudhir Bhattathiripad12 months ago in Wander
The Magical Magyars
They changed football… and how. This is not about what the Dutch did to football with their concept of Total Football. Johan Cruyff was the center piece in a football school of thought that changed the game for ever. Modern football pundits credit Rinus Michels the Ajax coach, the effervescent Johan Cruyff and his Ajax team for changing football forever.
By Sudhir Bhattathiripadabout a year ago in Cleats
P G Wodehouse and his magical world
"London brooded under a grey sky. There had been rain in the night and the trees were still dripping. Presently, however, there appeared in the leaden haze a watery patch of blue, and through this crevice in the clouds the sun, diffidently at first but with gradually increasing confidence, peeped down on the fashionable and exclusive turf of Grosvenor Square. Stealing across the square its rays reached the massive stone walls of Drexdale House, until recently the London residence of the earl of that name; then passing through the window of the breakfast room, played lightly on the partially bald head of Mr. Bingly Crocker, late of New York, of the United States of America as he bent over his morning paper. Mrs. Bingly Crocker, busy across the table reading her mail, the rays did not touch. Had they done so she would have rung for Bayliss the butler to come and lower the shade, for she endured liberties neither from man nor from nature."
By Sudhir Bhattathiripadabout a year ago in Fiction
Good, Better, Best — George Best
Good, Better, Best …..your grammar teacher would go when explaining comparatives and superlatives. Years later, when the bug of football bites you, the true meaning dawns on you. In the early ’60s to the early 70’s like always there were many good footballers and then there was Best ……George Best. Grammar for once is clear, crystal clear.
By Sudhir Bhattathiripadabout a year ago in Unbalanced
