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| THE AUGUST ARENA |
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Nalini Hebbar
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August is here, And the Venice Of The East comes alive with passion. Sounds of drumming climax penetratingly, As SNAKE boats line up, all thirty of them.
Stunning ornate sterns done up with brass, Rose like hoods high above the water. The prow tipped with brass and so very pointed, Looks like the tail of a real huge anaconda.
A hundred men sit shoulder to shoulder, Rowing rhythmically with the beat of sticks, Pounding on a plank to create a tempo, By two men standing in the middle balanced.
Ten voices peak ānā drop with the race-song they sing, And the five at the stern stand controlling direction, With long oars waving in the air in a breathtaking fashion, The snake boats slice the waters as they surge forward.
The crowds go wild as the excitement mounts, Braving the rains as the boats speed past, Celebration starts with dance and music, Winners get the trophy-a silver snake boat.
(27th August 2006, Nellore)
Footnote: Nehru Trophy Boat Race is a colourful water-sport festival in the Punnamada Lake, Alappuzha (Venice Of The East), Kerala, India, on the 2nd Saturday of August every year. Thirty snake boats with 104 men in each boat take part in the race. The atmosphere is electrified with the drumming that causes every heart to race! After the race the whole lake is covered with crisscrossing motorboats of all sizes, the famous houseboats and large ferries. A great spectacle!
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| Why Do We? |
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None Buisness
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Why Do We? |
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Why? Why do we run back and forth night after night? Running so hard we throw up Running so hard your heart beat rings in your head while your lungs are grasping for air. Late nights early mornings, Friday nights Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises We run through it all. Because we live off our adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the party in the locker room is fine because your invincible once you step on the court because a shot can make you smile all night, squeek of your shoes, the rattling of the boards, the feel of the ball, and shoes pounding into the floor is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to run fast enough to leave all ur worries behind. Sweat is the perfume of our accomplishment. Why? Why would someone push themselves so hard? Its not 4 the money, and its not 4 the fame. We do it because we love it..we love the game of basketball
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