Yes, it's about futbol. Whoever saw Argentina vs Germany, and England vs Portugal, saw that. The lab down the hall on my floor is populated by Argentinians. I often go there to borrow stuff. Yesterday, when I went to mooch off some more stuff, the gloom could be felt a few feet away from the door. As soon as I went in and approached M, she wailed "tee geee efff iii....i am depressed!! I just talked to my family. they are cryyyying...it was so bad". I looked down, uneasily. I hid my little begging bowl-tube behind my back. "what was i thinking? how insensitive of me" - I thought to myself. I told her "it's a game..after all, there will be another time" you know, those words of sympathy that never help. I hugged and consoled her, quickly putting the tube in my pocket. Then I looked around uneasily- torn between finding someone else to ask, or just leaving. I really wanted to do that experiment that night, but I was also feeling bad for them. I heard prof S's voice. Okay, I'll go ask him, I thought. I approached him after M was out of earshot. He looked up at me with a grim, forlorn look on his face. Oh my god. I left. I went back at night and poured out some of the Tween-80 for myself, with a note saying that I'd replace it as soon as our order came through.
Today I joined my friend D in cheering for Brazil. Brazil has been a lab favourite, since we've several Brazilians in our lab. In fact, they're the only reason I got drawn into the world-cup mania (the other being the ample eye-candy). The bar they were all going to be in was packed and I couldn't trace D or any other lab-mates. So I stood near the door, and figured out from the cheering which half was French-supporters and which was Brazil. The French supporters were a mixed-lot. I think all the europeans clumped together. They were sombre, and enocouraged their team by polite applause and some amount of shouting. The Brazilians, were all in their yellow-green shirts/jerseys, had brought along big drums and other sound-making devices, and were a boisterous lot. I made my way through and met D and others. This was just after France scored their goal. "Tee gee eff iiii......pray to your Ga-ne-shaaaaa ...to make our team play better!!!!" wailed D. Of course, she was tapping into all possible resources at that point, drawing from the stories I'd told her a long time back about the Indian god of obstacles :) Yes, yes, I will, I said nervously. For the next hour, all I heard were loud Portuguese expressions from her and others that I never understood. D is teaching me portuguese, so out of habit, I was tempted to ask "And what does that mean?" but quickly caught myself, realising that this was not the time for lessons. Maamla gambheer tha. So I stood, and found myself actually praying! But it didn't help. Brazil lost, the french-supporters smirked at us, but I must say, the Brazilians were great sports. They said to each other "ah, well, 2010 it will be " and quickly dispersed. I am afraid about Monday tho. The whole floor is going to be gloomy and depressed and I wonder if I should smile at all.
Portugual versus France. Italy versus Germany. Ah well, as far as the sport goes, for me, the world cup is over. But I will go back, if only to indulge in some bird-watching. :-)