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Olympics - Loose Blogging Consortium Post

I'm 49 this year.  For some unknown reason, I have very clear memories of the 1976 Montreal Olympics.  Well, watching them on television, naturally.  I was 13 years old and living in Dublin. I couldn't have gone there even if I'd wanted to.

I remember vividly watching Nadia Comaneci scoring her perfect tens on the assymetric bars and the horse, not to mention her pert gymnastic dance routine on what was (and probably still is) known as the floor exercises.  She was regarded with something like awe both by me and by my peers.  It was with ill-concealed envy that she was regarded by all of us, yet we knew deep down that she was probably going to peak at, like, sixteen (or was it fifteen?) years of age and spend the rest of her life as a former world champion.  Everyone was aware that the inexorable soviet-cloned machine that was the Romanian administration picked these children out of the system and removed them from their families in order to make them world champions.  But we still envied her like mad.

Yes, there's something glamorous about the whole pageantry that is the Olympic Games.  From the mesmerising ceremony on Mount Olympus to the Olympic Flame touring the world, it has a  magical quality.  But this year it has just passed me by.  I missed the ceremonies and haven't even seen a single event being broadcasted.

When I lived in Ireland, I found it sad that my country hardly made an impression on the medals.  Ireland would get a silver medal or two, maybe a bronze and rarely a gold.  Ireland is, however, a tiny country, so it's hardly surprising.  India, where I live now, is a behemoth in comparison with Ireland, yet surprisingly, India's performance is hardly better than Ireland's has ever been.

When Yash and I were in Dublin recently, hanging out in Grafton Street without our kids, we met a young Sikh man who was accompanying  an elder Sikh gentleman who was chatting away on a mobile, oblivious to the world.  Yash and the young Sikh struck up a conversation.  Yash explained that we were on holidays from Lucknow visiting my family.  The young man introduced himself as an immigrant from Punjab who was driving a taxi for a living.  The elderly gentleman accompanying him was, he confided, the coach of the Indian Olympic Boxing team.  This was quite an exciting piece of information.  The elderly gentleman put away his mobile and said 'namaste' to us.  It's a nice memory.

I wish both India and Ireland all the best in the current Olympic Games.

This is the weekly post for my blogging group, the Loose Blogging Consortium. We post weekly (usually simultaneously) on a given topic and visit each other to see the different takes we have on the same topic. We are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, Rummuser, Grannymar, Magpie, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul,Rohit , The Old Fossil, Shackman and Will. If you have time, please visit my friends too.  This topic was suggested by Shackman.


  1. You can't get away from the Indian anywhere in the world and the Sardars are getting to be as ubiquitous as the Irish!

  2. Tell me about it, bhaiya!!! :)

  3. I didn't get behind the Olympics at all, never have done if I'm honest. But since they started I've enjoyed watching some of the events and seeing the incredible athletes taking part. I'd like all the countries to get at least one gold medal, I do think they deserve it after all the hard work they put into it.

    CJ x

  4. Countries that build momentum around the Olympics seem to have the most athletes involved in the games.

    How nice for you and Yash to meet the coach of the Indian Olympic Boxing team.

    Blessings - Maxi

  5. Countries that build momentum around the Olympics seem to have the most athletes involved in the games.

    How nice for you and Yash to meet the coach of the Indian Olympic Boxing team.

    Blessings - Maxi

  6. On your visit to my blog today, you will have seen from my follow up post the the LBC one last Friday, that the Hype Games leave me cold.


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