What beautiful prose!
In Mohun Bagan: All decline, no remorse, our beloved Times News Service reports on the Calcutta soccer club thusly:
What they are now intently looking for, like a man ravaged by famine desperately waiting for a slice of bread, is one point that will ensure their continuance in the elite National Football League.
These days, Bagan fans resemble an audience watching a Greek tragedy, but unlike a tragic hero, Bagan do not wet eyes in its fall.
An institution that once united a race and largely inspired it to form a nation has now been reduced to a society of people with blinkered vision, perverse ambition and wicked desire, a group of mean men bent only on self-projection leaving the club mired in a wretched game of politics.
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More than anything else it is the collective indifference, the nonchalance, the oh-did-that-really-happen (?); Very-sad(!); attitude that is most galling. There?s hardly any flutter or cry. Life goes on, as usual.
Hows that for a flutter or a cry? Very sad (!), you say?