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Friday, October 29, 2010
From one of the most eminent rivalries in cricket, to one of the most exciting contests, ‘The Ashes’ has it all. The Ashes is not too far away now, being less than a month away. Coming from an ardent Australian cricket fan, I’d love to throw light on the significance of the series.
The Ashes is one of the oldest and most zealous series in cricketing history. Its origin dates back to 1882, after a match played between the two countries in which Australia beat England at the Oval for the first time, and a newspaper contained the satirical obituary that stated, English cricket had died, and the body will be cremated and’ The Ashes’ taken to Australia.
On 2 September a more celebrated mock obituary, written by Reginald Brooks under the pseudonym "Bloobs", appeared in The Sporting Times, It read:
In Affectionate Remembrance
which died at the Oval
29th AUGUST 1882,
Deeply lamented by a large circle of sorrowing
friends and acquaintances
N.B.—The body will be cremated and the
Ashes taken to Australia.
When this is what The Ashes meant way back then, with advancing times, the rivalry and fervor with which it is played has also advanced to a new level. The emotions that stir while watching the players walk onto the field is an emotional as ever. Watching the Men sporting the ‘Baggy Green’, walk onto ‘The Gabba ‘fills you with pride and devotion like never before. Sure that the Pommies will have their Barmy Army backing them, but this year, it’s being played on our soil, our territory, our kingdom and there will be the war of the hemispheres. We’re right up there when it comes to playing with ardor, making a match out of nothing, bouncing back in marshy times and trying, fighting till the last second of the game, giving it our all.
We dream big, elevate our goals, and set the highest benchmarks, all in the pursuit of excellence. We’ve encountered ultimate success, experienced atrocious failures, and ridden on the wave of highs and lows in recent times. But, that has only given us character. Character to believe in ourselves; to celebrate our victory, not someone’s failure, character to still aim high, character to fight, fight till the last limit of our potential, character never to compromise on the standards we have set for ourselves even if that means, offending the world, the character to take failure with as much grace as we take success and last, character to never give up.
It does not matter, what statistics say, what rankings say, what the world says, as long as we’ve got our eyes set where they need to be. Ricky Ponting, has indeed inspired people beyond the mind's eye. If a man has the gift of inspiring common man, possessing merely an indomitable spirit that only inspires you to dream big, believe in yourself and conquer all your fears, then, he indeed is the right man to be leading the Australians into the series without a doubt. If you as a leader have pushed your troops to always play for a result, the result may or may never be in your favor, but what matters is the attitude, to win or to fall trying to win and to get back up and maintain the same.
The Baggy Green is a priceless possession for any Australian cricketer, and watching the lads walk out is a feeling beyond words. It is overwhelming to watch your boys take stance to bowl the first ball or face the first ball being bowled. This year’s Ashes, cricket of the highest quality will be witnessed and the youngies will be tested. It is up to the future stars of the Australian cricket team to stand up and prove themselves against what is a much more experienced English side. Expect no mercy from either side. The only thing that will make my team stand out will be the zeal to beat the Poms at home. This year too, the Ashes will be brought back to where it belongs!
John Arlott, an English journalist wrote, "Australianism, means single-minded determination to win - to win within the laws but, if necessary, to the last limit within them. It means where the 'impossible' is within the realm of what the human body can do, there are Australians who believe that they can do it - and who have succeeded often enough to make us wonder if anything is impossible to them. It means they have never lost a match - particularly a Test match - until the last run is scored or their last wicket down."
AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE OI OI OI !!
Monday, October 25, 2010
So, how many out there can actually say they know themselves in and out? How many can say they know what they want out of their life? How many have been living for themselves, what they like and what they feel? How many have lived a life and done things not just to please somebody else? How many can say they have always been instinctive enough to follow their sixth sense and their heart, in a crisis or even otherwise? I’m pretty sure, not even 40%. So why exactly haven’t we been taught to live life according to our likes and dislikes? Why have we been restricted to follow stereotype ways of life? Why have we been unable to follow our dreams, intrepid of the consequences? Why? There is not a solitary answer to this matter, but it is a question that can be answered ONLY by one self!
It always is the norm of the world that you are perpetually apprehensive ahead of doing what you want to do, because of fear of failure or trepidation of what people would say. We might even go to the extent of leading a mundane life without a purpose, but that’s acceptable to us, because that’s what every Tom, Dick and Harry is doing and it’s just plain convenient. When we have the sense to fight for petty things in life, why can’t we ever break the shackles of judgments? Why are we stuck onto things we have been conditioned with when we have conveniently liberated from what doesn’t suit us? Why do we care about that society, who does zilch when in need? Why do we care about what people say, when they’ve never uttered one word of appreciation? Who are they to criticize when they haven’t ever encouraged? Why do we still care? It is a choice that has been left to us to make, at the end of each day.
Nothing happens until that first dream. The dream is felt, once you’ve woken up. It is the blueprint of your destination. It is always the stepping stone. You dream a dream with closed eyes but you’ve already visualized it to see it transpire. All you need is conviction in the dream and faith in yourself. Unless you believe in what you yearn for with heaps of passion, you can’t move a leaf. Passion is the catalyst to achieve everything you have envisaged for yourself. There is fine line between passion and obsession and none of the two is unconstructive, if, for the right reason. The obsession about a dream filled with passion is the trajectory to your terminal.
We learn from mistakes. A mistake is not a mistake if it is done deliberately. So mistakes in life are pretty much inadvertent, but inescapable too. Every event in your life, every move you’ve made, and every person you’ve loved is a choice you’ve made. Some might have been right, some wrong, but there is something that has been learnt from all these events and has evolved you into a different person. You discover yourself in the process. Mistakes are made; people have learnt from them and advanced ahead. Nobody’s life is a bed of roses and nobody’s, full of thorns. Everybody has scraps of both but, it is up to you how you emerge out of it or choose to stay in it. There again, it’s a choice you’ve got to make. Character comes from within and you can be the honest judge of your own, not others. It shouldn’t matter what people think of you, or even say about you, as long as you believe in yourself and your strokes with the brush.
Failure isn’t always a failure. A letdown is also a nuance of learning. You aren’t a failure because of what you want, that didn’t work out, and you only fail for good, if you’re not willing to try again. You try, you fail, you try again and you thrive. If that second shot wasn’t given, who knows how life’s trail would’ve been altered. It is your reflection process, your ability to cope with rejection, your ability to remain serene during triumph and your outlook towards the world that pare your life into the beautiful sculpture, just as you see in your mind's eye. The paradigm of paradox lies in your actions, when you crave but do nothing about it.
Now is the time, time to believe, dream and inspire. You inspire, first yourself and then the world. Your passion evolves from that one idea, idea from your dream, your dream from your vision; your vision evolves from your eye! So the inception of your life begins with how you choose to ‘see’ the world around you. Break free from the shackles of inhibitions and take your stride to revolutionize your existence, that otherwise will just remain a reverie which could’ve been reality!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
We judge people often, even before wanting to get to know them. Just as everything is never as it seems, nobody is really as they come across at first sight. Perhaps, the eye of the beholder is the one at fault, in this case, mine. Seldom do people or even I for that matter, stop to think for a second that there may be lot of emotions behind that facade that people bear; emotions of varying nuances. That first opinion about someone stops us from making the effort, to even engage in a simple conversation or even exchange a mere greeting. This is probably why I missed out on getting to know a few people better, in the past one month.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
What seems like arrogance,
to me is determination;
The surge of optimism
is the ‘cricketer’ power;
The greenery of jealousy,
shows not less than adoration;
The idiocy of love,
adds color to my life;
The tumult of confusion,
is the abundance of opportunity;
The striking of helplessness,
is merely blindness to chances staring at me;
Piercing music thumping against my eardrums,
is respite from the knot in my head;
The egoistic manifestation,
is not jeopardizing what I believe in;
Acceptance of the mistakes I’ve made,
Give me a chance to avoid them henceforth;
Edification of numerous dreams,
are just pawns to the fortress;
The secrecy of events,
is preventing the jinxing of the same;
The affection of numerous people,
is the excess of love piled up, to be given;
is letting loose of the burden on my head;
is in the hope that integrity still exists;
Turning a blind eye to pretense,
is convincing myself, that the untainted exist;
Belief in my dreams and myself,
is sheer zeal to achieve beyond limitations of the wits;
Seeking happiness in the small things in life,
are a reminder of the coldblooded world I live in;
Whatever occurs has a reason behind it;
seeking the right or wrong in it, is in my head;
There are facts my perception defies,
but this is life through my eyes.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I spotted a shooting star in the sky,
I felt like soaring into the darkness, and fly.
The stars high above flickered and winked,
And the luminary vanished as I blinked.
I ogled at the nothingness; but we still look up,
To hope, blame, wish and at times to shun a crack-up.
Why had I hoped to see a falling star?
Can anything help, especially something so far?
I pondered on what my desire meant
Was I that helpless and bent,
that I had to depend on a myth?
Everything I want was presented, forthwith.
Still, for the guardian angel, I yearn,
For from the past, I have learnt,
If you believe in your dreams,
all will churn out, exactly as you deem.
A shooting star won’t fetch me what I seek,
It’s solely me, even if I’m judged a freak.
Amongst the fallacy I’d stop to think,
Was it me or the star; I’d probably rethink.
Monday, August 2, 2010
I realize what they say is true, today. You don’t know how it feels, till it happens to you or one of your own. When the world was busy celebrating ‘Friendship Day’, a few of us were mourning the loss of a dear friend. We read so many articles in the newspapers everyday about various felonies, but nobody really relates to it. You feel bad for sometime and boom you're back to routine. Today I know what that feels; to lose someone you’ve known, to lose someone you’ve spent time with, one who didn't have mean the world to me, but who still occupied a little space in my world, even if she just existed.
After something like this happens, your mind is at its wobbly best. I was thinking all day what if it was me? What if something like that happens to me? What about all the things I wanted to do in life? What if this is the eye opener? I don’t know what is going to happen in the next waking second, for that matter even the long sleeping seconds. But there is one thing I learnt today, to live each day as if it were your last and do all you can, before time is up because that’s something that is never in your hands. I don’t want to take regret with me to my grave, whether or not I take anything else. I know I am here for a reason and I shall not depart till it has been accomplished, but it is never known what destiny has in store. I might as well not have people crying after I’m gone, but have them smile now while I can see it because I do not believe in the multiple life theory. You live once, you love once, you achieve, fail and learn in that one life and you die once; the end of the story. So it’s now or never.
I wonder sometimes, what sort of a person could even think he has the right to deprive someone else of ‘LIFE’! The Human mind is capable of the most heinous thoughts and they act based on it. Aren’t there anything called scruples existing in today's world? In the book, The Kite runner, I love this quote: "Now, no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft... When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband; rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness... There is no act more wretched than stealing, Amir."
Acceptance of the fact that the state of the world is in tatters, is perilous, because we accept and we forget. We soon will forget even this and live with it... This is my way of remembrance. Remembrance of the fact that it's now or never. This is the ONE opportunity I've got to do all I want. I don’t exactly know what to even say anymore... But this post is only for that friend of mine who had to swallow the brunt of someone’s obsession!
One day your life will flash by, like a running train before your eyes... You got to make sure it is worth watching and smile that it has gone by, just as beautifully just as you wanted to whittle it.
Friday, July 23, 2010
The caress of the malicious wind,
the clatter of raindrops on the window sill,
The sprint of life outside my flap,
doesn’t pry the riot inside.
Equanimity, I use as a façade
to conceal the unease building within,
‘Cuz I thought it was just about time,
but time, it isn’t still.
That doesn’t change how you’ve possessed;
every unbroken thought in my head,
the gamut of dreams of you, that I’ve fabricated
and the burgeoning memories you’ve left me with.
The indelible scar that you’ve left behind
will not mend with time,
Until that very jiffy when you come around,
nothing will ever be perfect.
Your lambent face, those lucid eyes,
that whiff of enchantment I can’t deny,
the poise of joy, the conjuring persona,
crushes my defenses, by a mile.
The assiduous adoration knows no vicinity,
For you are all I yearn for;
Callous till then I shall be and wait,
For I have savored once, the taste of my subsistence
Sunday, June 27, 2010
This probably is the best time to write this, since it was just last night that Australia lost the Natwest Series to England. I have always been asked, not by one, but, almost by every single person I've ever known as to, Why I like the Australian Cricket team so much. There has never been a single reason that I could pick.The reasons that I'm going to list out are probably the closest I can come to, to elucidate exactly why.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
On the eve, of Independence Day, I think of the country’s state,
Is this really, India’s fate?
Is this what our freedom fighters fought for?
It was not to see such a day, I’m sure!
People are just looking for excuses to kill each other,
Nobody spares anyone, not even his own brother,
Where is the love gone?
When will we have a new dawn?
India, in culture and heritage, is rich,
Not everyone value it, that’s the hitch,
Nobody cares about anybody,
Conceited is the word for everybody.
People killing, dying everyday,
All we get to see is fray,
People homeless, hungry, family-less,
Is this how they were meant to be, helpless?
Children learn what they see,
Show them a world, which is hatred-free,
Teach them to love,
Only then, above the rest, they’ll be above.
Just claiming you love your country is never enough,
Proving it by doing something is very tough,
Reuniting the country must be our aim,
For this state today, only we are to blame.
One never knows when life takes a twist,
All the good times will vaporize as mist,
Then we can never recollect the happy and good,
That’ll be time when one thinks, we should!
I just want to see an India, we can preserve till eternity,
That can only be achieved with a cooperative fraternity,
Lets put our hands together and work towards it,
And then the candles of peace and prosperity shall be lit!
As naive as it may sound today, somewhere deep down I know it still holds true for me and I do feel as strongly about it. I used to write, write whatever I felt like, but, I guess, that's where we all make a beginning. A beginning is all that is needed to do anything in life, small or big.