Intra apartment Tennis Tournament After a gap of nearly 7 years I took part in a tennis tournament at my apartment community in Bangalore. Unlike the younger days when I used to participate in league matches, I was a bit rusty on the tournament front. The funny thing is I do not find many women playing in the community. Hence to have a separate women’s tournament at the community is impossible. Therefore I persuaded my tennis male buddies to allow me to participate in the tournament when the idea was first mooted. They did not need much persuasion as they know I am a certified tennis lover like all of them. This brings an important point, most minorities just want to be treated equally and get a seat at the table. Game,set and match I knew my shot of winning a tournament like this was a long one. There were several disadvantages like weight, an average serve, weak backhand and inability to have a good court coverage. The thing that was going for me was my enthusiasm with the game ...
Having grown up at the Gymkhana Club, many of my fondest childhood memories are deeply tied to it. Whether it was discovering my first Agatha Christie novel in the club library, savoring continental dishes (to this day, I believe the best baked corn in the world is served here—I’ve tried auflauf in Germany, baked corn in Houston, and baked sweet corn in England, but Gymkhana still wins hands down), learning to swim in the giant pool, or playing tennis on the clay courts—each experience shaped who I am today. So, after years of ignoring my father’s gentle nudges to become a member, when the opportunity finally came, I seized it eagerly with both hands. After two decades in the software engineering grind — full of deadlines, design docs, and deployments — I finally did the unthinkable. In early August, I quit my perfectly “good-going” corporate job to start something of my own. (Yes, midlife crisis, but make it entrepreneurial.)The decision came after much family consultation — equal pa...
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