Lots and lots of training. Strikers moving in, moving out. The dull chinks as the carrom board attempts to sustain the blows that are repeatedly dished out by the relentless players. The only respite is when the carrom seed glides into the hole like a ballerina. Even then, there are moments in which ballet turns to more like a rock concert as the seeds smash their way into the pockets. There are only two sides: black or white (with no relation to a certain King of Pop). The prize? The queen of course in all her splendid auburn glory. It is said that the true winner is the one who can lay claim to Her Highness. It is also at this stage that the two sides get stuck as frustration sets in. A win is declared to the side with the most prisoners-of-war should the queen escape unscathed. Each battle can only last 35 mins. (again not related to the popular MLTR song which is actually 25mins) The war rages on as the best-of-three decides the ultimate victor. Cries of anguish fill the air with a malaise which is unlike the plague...
Till next time, may I be able to attend the various outings that are already planned for and may Hall 7 carrom team triumph even in the face of adversity!
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