We are back

It all started oneday ( may be two weeks back) when me and Bala were having a side talk when the group had Seeni and Mushi too... I conveyed my mad thought of playing volleyball in the sands of marina to him and he approved it too..It was the tipping point when the idea came close to action..

But unfortunate events struck us in between. But that does not deter us from implementing the stupid wish to a fun filling experience..I call that as something stupid because A band of boys who were used to play only cricket in the hot sun and know nothing about volley ball as a game except watching the game in the dull, mundane, sobre Doordarshan.. Even the game didnt enthuase us when there was an annual beach volley ball event some ten years back.

Today I was reading the roller coaster book The third wave ( My sure recommend for all readers ) when Bala knocked at my dungeon. Exchanging pleasantaries we quickly rushed towards Bells road in his uncle's Suzuki. We ran from pole to post to pick the best volleyball available in that area provided that doesnt bite our purse. We were caught hold by a smart shop keeper who tried to sell the costliest one in the shop, but on seeing our faces he carefully picked the one he stocked some long time back. I started the bargaining from 350 to 250 and soon Bala too pitched in. We had happy faces once we bought the ball for 250 after the procedural checks.. Jus coming out of the shop I got the message from Mushi that he is in beach along with Seenali. We crisscrossed the busy saturday beach traffic to our favourite sitting location and found the old prats. I got the opportunity to hit Mushi with the ball from a distance and Mushi tried his martial arts skill to evade it. Soon the ball was blessed by Seenali and Mushi and it was ready to make use and news. To my amazement Seenali jumped to life when we started our first punch on the ball.But many of us know about the lazy erumai was idling his engine and parked his dicky on the sand as usual watching us with sarcasm and thinking"Let me see How long this a**h*l*s are playing". The crooked way we played incited Mushi not to be sitting anymore and he jumped to the playzone and even proved himself that he is Physical Education Trained Gentleman's Son by teaching us the basics of how to hold the ball and push it in the air with out much strain..

There was a kick we got once we are on the sands running, chasing the ball, cursing others,preaching others as though we are international stars..It was a amazing experience we got today, only four of us for that matter. The list will expand soon in the coming days.

I used to think that the cooperation is vital for any endavor be it blogging,planning for cricket, meeting up in beach on time. but surely the enthuasiam and pleasure of playing in beach had driven us today to issue a statement to the world that

" BCT will never die"

I am happy and with a light heart i ll go to bed after proving that we are back and we are sure to bounce back no matter what happens and even when the whole universe is working against us..

I wish all who read this will ask me about the next volleyball-playing-time