CWG- This Is How We Roll

Adamantly flouting the excessive media and political propaganda against the preparations of the 19^th Commonwealth Games, New Delhi 2010, a firm salute to India for holding the games more than prolifically.

Although I am against of the whole concept about commencing these games as there is nothing esteemed about celebrating the fact that we were once under the colonial rule of the British but better hosting such games lucratively than being in the news for the wrong reasons.

The opening ceremony was like a big muffin. The base was firm, of the country’s cultural backgrounds, carrying the spongy cake of beauty. The ceremony showcased India’s regional dances, which were an awe to the sight. The luminosity of the moves along with the sparkle of the make-up and costumes were all together a cosmos of talent and history.

Children with their thrilled eyes and elastic bodies, older girls with a refinement of beauty and posture as well as professionals with their professionalism, made the evening a dough of dignity.

Besides the grandeur of sight, there were the colors of sound. Drums from each state of the country were displayed in harmonious synchronization. There was nothing that the choreographers and the stagers left out. From the ancient continuing of the divine yoga to a mock-up of long train having magnified tea kettles, bangles, movie stars, puppets, “dabbawalas”, milkmen etc as the blocks to the train. There was nothing left out that magnified India’s culture to the 20,000+ audience. There was music. There was dance. There was ethnicity. And there were fireworks. Choreography that presented each crook of India’s legacy, simply sprinkled glitter of glamour over the JLN stadium.

We had the largest Helium gas balloon, brilliant lighting, sensational sound, fabulous special effects, and numerous stationary and dynamic-wheeled cameras. We had it all. It was A-class.

And during those 12 days of CWG, I was a complete patriot watching every single telecast of games, compelling my friends to do so, cheering and woohoo-ing the players and keeping track of the medals tally. It was a blast. I felt so close to my country even when I was in it.

It was wow.