Pic Credit : PBrundel

Pic Credit : PBrundel

Driving to the shops today to pick up my groceries I thought that the back door of my SUV hadn’t been closed properly. Pulling over to the side of the road, I got out of the car and almost fainted as an overwhelming smell assailed my nostrils. Emanating from the foot of a nearby wall, the smell of ammonia was so strong that it turned all the hair on my head white! Gasping for breath and feeling faint I clambered back into the car and it was then, as I slowly recovered consciousness, that I had a moment worthy of Archimedes.

Eureka! I just discovered one of the major differences between India and Sri Lanka (as pondered in my last post).

Public urination!

In contrast to the daily sight of men flagrantly hosing down walls and irrigating trees with their appendages, in the nine days I was in Sri Lanka I did not witness a single example of public micturition.

Elite Athletes performing live in my neighborhood!

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Pic Credit: Garry Knight

I am always appreciative of elite sportsmen and women and the dedication they have to reach the pinnacle in their chosen sporting fields.

It is always inspiring to see them performing and whenever I get the chance to see them in action I jump at it.

I was very fortunate yesterday to see one of the premier local sporting teams in action. Gold medalists at the Asian Games and runners-up at the London Olympics, these athletes are still in peak physical condition and performing at the top of their game.

I was sitting by the side of the road when their team transport (a small white hatchback) pulled over in front of me. All 8 members of the team, 5 players and 3 reserves, jumped out, ready for action. With clockwork precision they lined up equidistant from one another, each angled slightly to avoid distracting eye contact and as one, began their performance. Hours and hours of dedicated training and practice evident in their skill and dexterity. Every movement performed in exact synchronicity with their teammates. With a flourish, their performance ended, they filed back into the team transport, and headed for their next public performance somewhere up the road.

I had just witnessed the Men’s Synchronized Urination Team in action!