THE SOLILOQUY OF A WEEPING STADIUM - Vivekananda Yuba Bharati Krirangan
Tonight I speak in a voice unsteady and low. For on the thirteenth day of December, in the year 2025, I was wounded. Not by time, not by weather, but suddenly and grievously, in a manner I had never foreseen. Lionel Messi, the luminous pilgrim of the game, had stepped upon my soil, and the multitude poured into me like a river in spate, swollen by longing and devotion. When my galleries brim with bodies and breath, when human pulse becomes my rhythm and their murmur my wind, I am most alive. I was built for this communion. They are my purpose, my animating force, the breath within my concrete lungs. Prime Minister Indira Gandhi, West Bengal Chief Minister Jyoti Basu, and West Bengal Governor Uma Shankar Dikshit inspect a model of the stadium in 1984 I am no ordinary amphitheatre. I was imagined with patience, shaped with reflection, raised with reverence. Concrete and steel are my skeleton and veins. In the 1980s, ships crossed seas from South Korea bearing cement for my making. R...