Of strikers and wooden men

Sepia Munity carries an announcement for the first Los Angeles Carrom Open, which brings me suddenly back to my JC days - countless hours spent huddled around a carrom table in a secluded corner of the school (our private hideaway), playing until the cows came home (or until our fingers were sore). As Miyagi would put it, days were the those - days we wasted without second thought, only because we were young and we knew it.


Carrom men with gu-niang strikers