Every evening, people sit on the road divider at Gariahat and play chess. This is one of the busiest intersections in the city. Horns blare and brakes squeal as a middle-aged lady, with two children in tow, nimbly dodges oncoming traffic, eyes fixed on the brightly-lit shop window across the road. Around them, thousands of people are noisily going about their business, but the chess-players are in a different zone.
I have been observing the chess-players of Gariahat for a few years, and I had formed many far-fetched but fascinating theories about them. But one day I decided to trade speculation for certitude, and I enquired, and I came to know about the GCC.
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I really like the picture. Did they think you were a reporter or something?
I was shooting from across the road so as not to disturb them, and in any case I think they were too busy to notice.
Their website says that they meet 360 days a year. I'm very keen to find out on which 5 days they do not meet. Unless they believe that the year has only 360 days, which is equally plausible!
Haha, good observation! I will ask them next time I pass that way. And if I find that they are under the misconception that a year has only 360 days, I will try to correct it.
The website directed me to a web page with an image of a painted dustbin. Is it a hidden message?
*link
I've noticed these guys fairly often.
Chess players come across as particularly badass, after seeing this pic and a particular xkcd comic involving chess and a rollercoaster.
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