Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Are you a Naysayer? Yeah.. I know what you have to say.

When I was 5, I wanted to run with the Sheep,
They said Sheep were dirty.
When I was 6, I wanted to dance,
They applauded and said, do whatever you like.
At 7, I wanted to read something other than Fairy Tales,
They said they were for little kids and read them out to me.
At 8, I painted ugly mountains and soiled my clothes,
They said I shouldn’t be so unclean.
At 9, I wanted to read and yap away to glory,
They said you mustn’t talk so much. Go out and play.
At 10, I wanted to grow roses in the garden,
They said, I’d cut my hand as roses have thorns.
At 11, I wanted I wanted to cycle,
They said, I’d scrape my knees if I fell.
At 12, I fell in love with cricket and a cricketer,
They laughed and said don’t waste your time.
At 13, I wanted to gorge on ice-candies and junk,
They said I’d fall ill if I did.
At 14, I was an introvert, submissive, cleanliness freak,
They said it was okay to be a little filthy and talk much.
At 15, I needed some fresh air and wanted play,
They said, shut up, it’s not the time.. Sit and study.
At 16, I wanted to live a Fairy Tale,
They said, fairy tales don’t exist.
At 17, I said I wanted to do something related to cricket,
They said you are no more a kid; you need to be wiser than that.
At 18, I said I wanted to do something different,
They said; you’re juvenile, listen to us and don’t let your parents down.
At 19, I hated Engineering and everything associated,
They admired the degree I was acquiring.
At 20, I hated it even more and said I wanted to write,
They seemed to love engineering even more and said I was stupid.
At 21, I said I wanted glory and not in Engineering,
They said Engineering was the ‘in-thing’ and would never run out of demand.
At 22, I was a mediocre engineer and a complete rebel,
They congratulated me for the former, never realized the latter.
At 23, I don’t really care and they’ve brought this up on themselves,
It has ended here; they don’t have a say anymore.

Please note : The 'They' in the above are those who actually don't give a rat's ass and have nothing to do with me, but love giving their expertise judgments, even if it hasn't been asked for, as I'm sure a lot of people do every single day. 

Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Enchanted Isle of Andaman

Pristine waters, picturesque panorama, profusion of coconut trees, bravura rainbows and infinite exquisiteness - nothing but that can describe the enchanted isle of Andaman. Eight days of pure bliss, kept me captivated eternally. Rapt with the expectations, I didn’t know what quite to expect.

I read about Havelock Island being one of the chief attractions of Andaman; once I got there I knew why. Gorgeous white sand beaches (Kala Patthar, Elephant and Radhanagar – one of Asia’s best beaches), sea breeze in our face and infinite expanse of unblemished waters dazzling in bright sunshine until rain came down hard and disturbed their serenity were a sight to see. Along with that, exotic shells and corals scattered along the beach, it was a perfect place to unwind; doesn’t get better than that. The Elephant beach is where my affair with the waters began. That, coming from someone like me who ‘was’ (might I add, before this trip) hydrophobic, is a great deal. The waters beckoned me in with every surge of their existence. We jet-skied, snorkeled and watched schools of gorgeous fish, and corals in a glass-bottom boat; we exceeded our own expectations. We felt like we belonged there.
On returning to Port Blair from Havelock, local sightseeing was quite a brilliant experience - in climate as unpredictable as the British weather. Visits to the Anthropological Museum, where we had a sneak-peak into tribal artifacts, their habitats and way of life, arsenal etc, The Cellular Jail National Memorial, where Vir Savarkar was imprisoned for 10 years, The Forest Museum, The Chatham Saw Mill, Samudrika Naval Marine Museum and Aquarium where we saw exquisite fish and corals. But, having an affinity towards the al fresco, I enjoyed unwinding at the beaches a tad more.

Heading to the Corbyn Beach, I hoped that the beach was as elegant as its name. It turned out to be one of the quaintest beaches I have seen; like a Google-image of a perfect, scenic beach that sprung to life. White, marshy, sand with a string of coconut trees, gentle waves engulfing your feet, the sun boring down on you  was as close to perfection as it could get.

Ross Island, was the residential and administrative island of the British during their rule. Marred by an earthquake in 1941, the remains of an opulent past bear a haunted look today. What made that island special were the Bulbuls, Squirrels, The Deer and Peacocks that flocked the island, that nobody could get enough of.

As fantastic the prospect of spotting some natives of the islands, converse was the weather while we headed to Baratang; an island 100 kms from Port Blair. It poured incessantly, with no respite. We drove through a forest area inhabited by local tribes, known as the Jarawas. When we spotted a few of them, the first thought that ran through my mind was, how lucky I was. Away from all the evolution of the world, they live in oblivion, in their own world, still living, still content and what you don’t know of, if you don’t have, doesn’t hurt one bit.

Bordered by Mangroves, a speed boat transported us to trek through a leech infested route, leading to the wondrous limestone caves. The stalactites formed were in a few fascinating (not that I agree) shapes. That was our last day on the island, after which we would be heading back to the monotone.

One may have numerous friends and acquaintances, but at the end of the day, family is family; nothing precedes it. Sometimes you just need to remind yourself how fantastic spending time with family can be. I’m glad we reinforced the bond that has existed since before I was born.

Love and inspiration is found in the most unforeseen places and times; I found them igniting for me the moment I lay my eyes on the flawless waters of the island along with the people that mean much to me.
To the week that helped us rediscover ourselves, cheers!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

100 Bucket List ideas!

Ever thought of jotting down those things you’d like to do before you die?

Bucket-lists being the latest fad had me read into some entries that were quite interesting and some that were absolutely wild.

Not in any order, but here are some I came across:

1. Get a tattoo that you design yourself.

2. Build a tree-house and live in it for a day.

3. Attend a costume party.

4. Dress like a cartoon hero.

5. Walk the street with a Halloween pumpkin on your head.

6. Crash a mall

7. Enact your favorite music video.

8. Get your portfolio made by a professional photographer.

9. Swallow a raw fish.

10. Paint your toenails 10 different colors.

11. Write a blog.

12. Spend a night in a haunted house.

13. Watch back to back movies.

14. Have an avant-garde dream and write it down.

15. Have a dream diary

16. Be stuck in an elevator with someone you dislike for 15 minutes.

17. Spend a whole day shopping and spend double of what you intended to.

18. Write a letter to someone famous.

19. Meet a celebrity you love and one you dislike.

20. Buy something you hate, but wear it anyway.

21. Get your portrait painted.

22. Eat raw meat

23. Send a message in a bottle.

24. Spend a night in a forest.

25. Sky-dive

26. Finish reading a book in one day.

27. Meditate in the Himalayas.

28. Overcome 1 phobia.

29. Attend a live concert of your favorite artist.

30. Have a conversation in sign-language.

31. Have a significant conversation with a beggar.

32. Do the chicken-dance in a crowded store.

33. Sing Karaoke.

34. Take a picture with a complete stranger.

35. Go up and down an escalator.

36. Sit next to a statue and pretend to be one yourself.

37. Participate in a free hugs campaign.

38. Call someone randomly and sing them the Birthday song although it isn’t their birthday.

39. Go to work in slippers.

40. Have 3 different hair colors at the same time.

41. Wear Santa hats in April in public.

42. Stay off Facebook and other social networking for a week.

43. Paint a wall in your house.

44. Watch the sunset and sunrise.

45. Travel to your dream destinations.

46. Attend an International cultural festival.

47. Climb the Sydney Harbor Bridge and make a wish under the coat-hanger.

48. Dance in the rain.

49. Walk the Inca trail to Machu Picchu.

50. Scuba-dive at the Great Barrier Reef.

51. Spend a drunken night doing something you never have in Vegas.

52. Trek through a rainforest.

53. Experience Zero Gravity.

54. Run a marathon.

55. Smile and wave wildly at a stranger.

56. Have your picture in the newspaper.

57. Sail into the sunset.

58. Watch a meteor shower.

59. Sleep under the stars.

60. Make a snow-man.

61. Attend a major sports event.

62. Dance around a Christmas tree.

63. Dress like Lady Gaga.

64. Horse-ride on a beach.

65. Attend a beach-wedding.

66. Learn a foreign language.

67. Do something really stupid and not regret it.

68. Buy someone flowers without a reason.

69. Learn a foreign dance.

70. Play in the mud.

71. Visit the Great Wall of China.

72. Dropped a cat from a height to check if it lands on all fours.

73. Walk the beach at night.

74. Go for an African Safari.

75. Go island hopping in the Caribbean.

76. Watch a movie premier.

77. Attend an award function.

78. Learn to brew Beer.

79. Solve the Rubik’s cube.

80. Play a music instrument.

81. Become of a collector of stamps, coins, currency etc.

82. Read 5 autobiographies.

83. Move to another city to start over.

84. Meet your favorite sports star.

85. Volunteer somewhere for a week.

86. Create your family tree.

87. Donate blood.

88. Have your paintings exhibited in a gallery.

89. Learn to bartend.

90. Go to the lighting of the Christmas trees in Rockefeller Center in late November.

91. Watch the fireworks over the Sydney Harbor on New Year’s Eve.

92. View the famous Northern Lights in Iceland.

93. Have an astrologer predict your future.

94. Meditate in Bali.

95. Cut your own hair.

96. Learn a new word everyday for a year.

97. Feature on a magazine cover.

98. Ride the trans Siberian Railway.

99. Get back in touch with an out-of-touch friend.

100. Thought to yourself that you are living your dream.

Here’s living to get done, at least a few of the above that make my own list.

Live your dream!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Food for thought,..

Happened to read this somewhere, Thought it was some nice food for thought and quite true.

He worked by day
And toiled by night.
He gave up play
And some delight.
Dry books he read,
New things to learn.
And forged ahead,
Success to earn.
He plodded on with
Faith and pluck;
And when he won,
Men called it luck.

Friday, October 7, 2011


Be the hope and give life a second chance,

Be a new day that shuns past blunders with a glance.

Be the goal, with an eye for tomorrow,

Be the joy that discards pain and sorrow.

Be the optimist during the darkest times,

Be the sunlight that at all time shines.

Be the strength till your destiny’s seams,

Be the belief to fulfill your dreams.

Be the intellect you need in life,

Be the love for which the world strives.

Be the inspiration when your spirits are down,

Be the smile when surfaces a frown.

Be the magician casting magic in,

Be the light when darkness engulfs within.

Be everything in the world you wish to see,

Be yourself; that’s often the best you can be.

This is for a very dear friend who means heaps to me!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

An invincible determination can accomplish almost anything and in this lies the greatest distinction between great men and little men. - Thomas Fuller

Sunday, August 28, 2011

‘What if it was meant to be?’

Sometimes you cling onto something or someone you want; oblivious to whether it is right, oblivious to, if or not it will be worth it, oblivious to whether it is the best thing for you…just like I have. All I am aware of is that I want it and I choose to hold onto it until it takes place. I could be right, I could be wrong, but I hold on because I'm being led by sheer instinct.

‘What if it is not what I need?’

‘What if it’s not what will be best for me?’

‘What if it’s not worth the effort?’

‘What if he’s not the one for me?’

Questions my own intellect might pose initially inclined towards the human mind’s own cynicism…and then it contradicts itself to pose more:

‘What if it was meant to be?’

‘What if it would’ve been perfect but I didn’t even try?’

‘What if I killed my dream before even letting it breathe?’

‘What if I had held on just a little longer to be sure if or not it was worth it?’

Most times than not, the fact that I'm halfway there is an indication of it transpiring if only I have the spirit to hold on a little longer. It’s so easy to give in to pessimism and take the easy and what the mind perceives the obvious way out... but beyond the obvious, lies my reality that is obvious for me as obscure for you. In the end, whether or not right, the fact that I have wanted it badly enough to have held on through testing trials, to have made it halfway there only by sheer will and faith, will make it worth the effort when I get there. The journey is always as rewarding as the destination itself.

We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Seasons in the Sun

When we were little, we played in drums of water

Running amok amongst sheep while days grew hotter

We watched the airplanes rocket over our heads

While all of us squeezed in together, in our tiny little beds

We amused ourselves in waterfalls and streams

And picked roadside ice-golas over ice creams

Together, we sang classics of our parents’ times

While we trekked through life’s climbs

We thrived in those golden days of childhood

Where come what may, together we stood

Eight years after, eight of us got together

Somehow we just knew it was now or never

Who has seen tomorrow and what it brings

While we had the chance, we did dance and sing

Through all our differences our diverse lives

It is the love that makes our rapport survive

Its times like these you are grateful for what you have

Its times like these you love like you never have

Childhood bonds are the toughest to crack

We have proved we’ve always got each other’s back

It is family that comes foremost in life always

Although we might pick different paths, alike will be our ways.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

10 regrets on my death bed that I WOULDN’T have’!

A friend on Twitter inspired me to write this today. While I was reading an article posted by him, which was ‘The 5 regrets on the death bed’, and while I thought of it, I realized that for my part, there are most likely ‘10 regrets on my death bed that I WOULDN’T have’!

1. Standing up for what I have believed in, irrespective of what anybody has had to say.

2. Keeping close, the people who matter most to me.

3. Having lived the life I have wanted and not what others wanted to see from mine.

4. Meeting most people I have idolized and wished for, however far-fetched the thought might have ‘seemed’.

5. Always being a dreamer and an optimist, not a pragmatist or a cynic.

6. Being in love.

7. Forgiving and moving on from the mistakes some have made.

8. Giving myself a second chance.

9. Being determined with every single fiber and getting what I really wanted, as impossible as it seemed.

Last of all,

10. Being myself.

I have made quite a few foes in the bargain, I know that with certainty, but those who expect me to live by their perceptions and expectations aren’t really ‘friends’ to begin with, so no qualms. I honestly love my life and love everything that has come with it, making me who I am today. I’d rather be disliked for what I am, than liked for what I’m not.

I really hope a lot of others too would know sometime what they will NOT regret on their deathbeds than what they would.

Sunday, July 3, 2011


Hope is like a rainbow that shows you different hues of the facets of life; It brings you joy, it brings you love, it brings you everything your heart desires. Hope is like the wind, it blows in your face every single day, until you choose to ignore it, for when you do, there is nothing to live for, look forward to and nothing left to prove. So keep hope alive in your heart and nobody can tell you otherwise; it was a wise man that once said, 'with hope anything can survive!'

Friday, June 10, 2011

Lead me to the light

It was an empty street. The path was desolate, with nothing but barren land. There wasn’t a hint of existence around. How did I get here, and alone? I had never travelled alone. But I was here now and I didn’t know what to do. Stranded amongst nothingness with only my intuition to lead me, I walked on. I had inkling that I was being watched which was ridiculous because the place was at a standstill, almost like a painting. The feeling never left me but I continued walking. There were desiccated trees here and there, which had indicated the deficit of water in the area. I would have thought it was a wasteland if there was sand, but there were remains of what must have been trees. I felt like a time-machine had transported me to the future where there was nothing, after the end of the world. There was a rustling noise somewhere further, I reckoned they were leaves, but there was not a whiff of wind. Curious, but hesitant at the same time, I trotted on. What if I would encounter an animal of some sort? I was vulnerable and unguarded. This was no fairy tale where a prince riding his magnificent white horse would come and save me or not like magic existed for a miracle. My quandary was I didn’t know how I had landed here, to find a way to return; maybe I had to find the egress myself. Most times we are befuddled because of the choices available, but the true trial of character lies when you have to find your own way out, when you think you have no options. I walked further to find a little shack to my right that seemed burnt. It had a small patch adjoining it, which must have been a vegetable garden, having dried and cluttered shoots all over it. That was dry and worn out now. I didn’t dare enter it. I couldn’t imagine how someone could live there, being surrounded by nothingness. I stood looking at it and swiftly I saw a shadow emerging from behind the hut. Petrified, I stood there, unable to move to make a run for it. It looked like a man. The shadow was slowly growing larger. I was clueless; I would surrender to whatever that was I would let it get me. I didn’t have a choice. Maybe it was him, who was watching me, so I was right. My intuition was leading me right, but it had led me right into this creature. Could it betray me? But how could someone survive in a place like this? It was not viable. I looked forward, there was nothing; I ran and kept running. I kept looking over my shoulder to see if I was being pursued, but there wasn’t anybody. Being alone sometimes is not a scary prospect, but having just one person around is as scary as it can get. I stopped. I was looking around and found myself exactly where I had landed at first. It was the same portrait all over again. This was getting uncanny and scarier by the minute. If I was back to the start, that creature must be around. I frantically looked around and found nobody. I wanted to go home and so I prayed in the hope that God would show me the way. I opened my eyes to the same picture, with no change. Something mum had once said struck me right then, ‘When answers don’t show up readily, you have to look for them; look for signs that endeavor to lead you. Life has different ways of depictions; your duty doesn’t end at asking, you need to identify the signs presented, take the cue and move forward.’ I probably wasn’t looking enough to find a way to get out of the rut I was stuck in. Maybe I was receiving my share of signals but wasn’t paying attention. There was a blinding flash of light somewhere ahead and I was engulfed by darkness. I fell; and kept falling in the darkness, into oblivion.

I felt vertigo and woke up with, startled! What in the name of the devil was that?! It felt so real, like a psychic hallucination; maybe it was a glimpse into the future or a replication of the juncture I was in life currently. I was not sure. Subconsciously, you see your deepest desires, sometimes things you steer clear off, most times what you yearn the most and now and again messages that are to be conveyed, but seldom acknowledged. But what matters most in all these reveries is the elucidation and amalgamation of these little things into your life, most often that we fail to coagulate.

Monday, May 23, 2011

The end of the hunt

I have been looking for something all my life, and everywhere I turned and looked, someone or the other told me it's 'This' what I was looking for. Most times, I accepted their answers, because I didn't know what it was that I was looking for myself. I was naïve and lived off someone's opinion. All those things that I accepted were more than often self-contradictory, but I didn't stand by my intuition then. One day it occurred to me that, when I was looking for something for myself, why was I asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer? It took me a very long time and prolonged painful grilling to achieve a realization : that I am nobody but myself; that my desires are subjected to my own will irrespective of a third opinion or thought. Opinions are like backsides, everybody has one, but does it really matter? Not to me, anymore.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Lesson - 5 : Just let go!

"Instructions for freedom":

1. Life's metaphors are God's instructions.
2. You have just climbed up and above the roof, there is nothing between you and the Infinite; now, let go.
3. The day is ending, it's time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, let go.
4. Your wish for resolution was a prayer. You are being here is God's response, let go and watch the stars came out, in the inside and in the outside.
5. With all your heart ask for Grace and let go.
6. With all your heart forgive him, forgive yourself and let him go.
7. Let your intention be freedom from useless suffering then, let go.
8. Watch the heat of day pass into the cold night, let go.
9. When the Karma of a relationship is done, only Love remains. It's safe, let go.
10. When the past has past from you at last, let go.. then, climb down and begin the rest of your life with great joy."

Lesson - 4

"Life, if you keep chasing it so hard, will drive you to death. Time - when pursued like a bandit - will behave like one, always remaining one county or one room ahead of you, changing its name and hair color to elude you, slipping out the back door of the motel just as you're banging through the lobby with your newest search warrant, leaving only a burning cigarette in the ashtray to taunt you. At some point you have to stop because it won't. You have to admit that you can't catch it. That you're not supposed to catch it. At some point, you gotta let go and sit still and allow contentment to come to you."

Lesson -3

"Prayer is a relationship; half the job is mine. If I want transformation, but can't even be bothered to articulate what, exactly, I'm aiming for, how will it ever occur? Half the benefit of prayer is in the asking itself, in the offering of a clearly posed and well-considered intention. If you don't have this, all your pleas and desires are boneless, floppy, inert; they swirl at your feet in a cold fog and never lift."

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Lesson - 2

"I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism."

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Lesson - 1

"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it."

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The end of a legendary era - Take a bow, Ricky Ponting.

Dear Punter,

Watching that team you led of massive figures who imposed themselves onto every team like never before, one would wonder if not a follower of cricket, if that petite little man who is their captain could be as imposing and great. Great is an understatement for you, as it seems.

Take a bow, Ricky Thomas Ponting, just take a bow! It has been 13 years of following Australian cricket now and there ain’t no better time to say what I have to say to you. It has been 9 long years today of trying to impersonate that attitude you emanated as Captain. It has been 9 years of Inspiring Leadership. It has also been 9 years of looking up to someone in times of ordeals, to stop for a minute and think of what your approach at that point might be. After 9 years of being Australia’s Captain, and your abundant achievements as one, there is just 1 word to describe it – Legendary. Respect!

You have been an asset to this Australian team at every level and have elevated Australian cricket to a different plane. The expectations from the team now are all a result of the tremendous run of victories you have stirred throughout the years and gotten your supporters accustomed to. Every time I saw you walk out onto the ground, it was overwhelming in every sense of the word; all in the eagerness to watch you score those runs and raise your bat acknowledging that feat. Every time that certain Ricky Ponting scored big, we smelt victory. You were that glue in that middle order. Watching you power that elegant, Signature cover drive or that mighty pull-shot over the fence, is a delight! Sheer Class!

That 140* against India in the World Cup 2003 final, that 164 against South Africa are only glimpses of the big occasion player that you are. I still remember on your 100th test, January 2006, against South Africa you walked out with that spark in your eye, scoring centuries in both your innings, being the only one to have done that! It is not a customary feat, that. It is not the amount of runs you score sometimes, it is scoring those runs when the team needs them the most and you have done that time and again for Australia. I have always looked up to you at every stage, not because I support Australian Cricket, but because you personify leadership and determination, like nobody else. Respect!

When I watched Tugga scored that century in the 1999, one of the greatest ‘warrior-like’ innings I’ve ever watched, I wanted to be that hero. When you were made captain after Tugga, you were gifted with a team of legends; your team was invincible! I wanted to be invincible. When you took it onto yourself to score that 140* against India in the World Cup and guide your team to victory being relatively a new captain, I wanted to make a difference like you and lead from the front. When you were criticized time and again and you silenced them all with brilliant performances, I wanted to prove myself against all odds. It is never easy to make condemnation your strength, but you did. I had a glimpse of a ‘warrior-like’ innings in your last game as captain after being the butt of criticism for the past one month relentlessly! Respect!

After top-guns like McGrath, Warnie, Gilly and Hayden retired, you made sure the younger blokes were up to the task, guided them through every loss and victory, still keeping Australia at their competitive best. Your never give up’ attitude has inspired thousands. You never give up; even if you were defending 172 in a test match with 2 days to go, even if your main players were injured and you were leading almost a second string team, guiding your team to win the series, you played the MCG test with a broken finger; you still did not give up! That is sign of a champion! It is not easy coming out of your comfort zone, but you did, time and again, team to team. You are, have been and will always be a fantastic team player. As palpable as it is, you have always put team before individuals and individual achievements. Respect!

This World Cup for you was marred with critics lashing out at you since the onset; be it about the dressing room aggravation, the Steve Smith episode, the ‘not walking’ or the deficit of runs. Personally I think it was blown way out of proportion, all of them. If you’re not allowed to vent your frustration in your dressing room with your team mates, where else are you expected to do it, on the field? The circling vultures – the media, were at it right away, pushing it to a limit where it got annoying to a mere spectator, can't imagine how you felt. The incident with Steve Smith was probably just mere irritation of the boys not having a very good day and the chance of a catch being dropped after having called for it. The not-walking, well as you said and I’m in complete agreement with that, you do not HAVE TO walk! It is not in the rule books of the game that you need to if you’re not given out. You have never claimed to be a walker and unless you want to, you don’t have to. You do not have to be compelled to do anything, Ricky! As far as I remember, I have not seen Sachin walk on numerous occasions where he knew he was out but was given not out. The comparisons are unfair and unjustified! The sheer fact that you are compared to him given that you started playing 6 years after him and are his only competition, just reflects on how mighty good you are. Surely, your last one year has not been one of your greatest in terms of runs scored, but that last innings against India showed no reflection of the past. That innings was solid; no better word to describe it. Even if we went down losing, we went down fighting! That’s what matters the most! Since it was your last ODI as captain, you went down bloodied and beaten, but not before putting up a fight. We fought through our blood and skin and you should be extremely proud! Through all the defeats you’ve endured, I have never ever seen you crushed in spirit and character, ever. That is what I love about you. Respect!

It is not about those losses you’ve endured, it is about the victories that you’ve led your team to. It is not about being buried under the ashes of criticism, it is about being reborn a stronger person like you always have done. I remember you telling Peter Siddle on his debut tour to India after a draw game, ‘We play to win or to lose, and seldom will you have such games.’ Respect!

Your achievements as a cricketer and as a captain speak volumes about your exceptionality. After having stepped down for the dawn of new era in best interests of Australian Cricket, I’d like to thank you for being the same ‘arrogant’ cricketer as the world perceives you to be. Your determination and grit were mistaken for your arrogance, but fret not, there are people who respect you, love you and support you beyond the judgments of the vultures encircling above. It doesn’t matter if you are compared to Sachin Tendulkar and are termed ‘not-as-great’ a player as he is, because if I was given two choices –

1. 32700 runs in 730 innings, 0 WCs, 0 Champions Trophies, 4/25 test victories and 23/73 ODI victories…. OR
2. 25651 runs in 608 innings, 3 WCs, having captained 2, 2 Champions Trophies being Man of the Series in the last, 16 Test match victories in a row, an Ashes whitewash, 48/77 victories as Test Captain and 163/227 ODIs captained…

I’d have blindly chosen the second one. Cricket as you have proved it time and again in all of Australia’s victories is not a game of individual performances, it is a team effort! It’s not about individual statistics, it is about the team performing as a unit and you’ve always made sure of that. Respect!

With much love and a heavy heart, Congratulations on being the BEST Captain the Cricketing world has ever seen. As legendary as a captain, you as a batsman too. There is no shame in stepping down; your achievements should make you swell with pride every time you think of them. Australian Cricket is what it is because of your contributions, most certainly. Thank you for the grace and spirit you’ve possessed throughout the years as Captain, being such an influence in my life! Thank You!

'Form is temporary, Class is permanent.'

I am privileged to have lived through the Ricky Ponting Era! Will miss the grit and the arrogance of your team and most of all, you walking the team off the ground.

Respect and lots of love!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A meeting that struck a chord!

A couple of months ago, I happened to go out for lunch with a few colleagues despite having carried lunch from home. I did not want to waste it, so I kept it with me. Just then, I spotted this, shriveled lady sitting on the footpath to the opposite side of the road. I walked up to her and asked her if she wanted some food that I could give her. She was delighted! I cannot even go onto explain just how happy she was. She handed me a little bag and I emptied my lunch into the bag. When I was giving her a 50 rupee note, she refused to take it saying that I had given her food, so she didn’t want the money. On persuasion, she took it. She thanked me with tears in her eyes, she kissed my hand and I went away, almost teary too. It’s amazing how happy you can make someone feel with just a small thing like giving them your lunch. If it could get her teared up, it must've meant a lot to her. It made her smile, that's what matters.

Today I happened to go that way and noticed her sitting right at the same place, prayerful. She saw me and recognized me at once. I knelt down to talk to her. She asked me how I was and all that. She held my hand and kissed it. I cannot comprehend what exactly I had done to earn that love from her. She ran her hand down my face and said to me, ‘Please come and see me once in a while. I do not have girls in my family, you are like my grandchild. I had that food for 3 days that you have given me last time around. God Bless you. Always be happy.’ I hugged her and left. I did not even know what to say back, but I told her I would come and see her again. It was so overwhelming! I felt bizarre! I really do not know if I even deserve that kind of love for something so little that I did. But I thought that it probably meant so much to her. Like I said in one of my earlier blogs, Human emotions astonish me. They go beyond the facets of familiarity, of relationships and distance. Sometimes, the little things you do can make people happy and maybe that kind of a reality check is all that I need; to make someone happy, to make someone around me smile, to be the source of someone’s happiness, to know that making someone happy costs nothing, it is the heart that really matters in the end.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

The luck of the Irish!

Last Sunday, I had started to write a post about the India- England tie game. I almost completed it, but then it completely escaped my mind and I didn’t even bother completing it. Now I know why. It was because there was going to be a better Match to write about. Not saying the India-England was less fun, but this was a cracker,probably the best of the World Cup, unless some more beauties are yet to come.

Setting a target of 300 runs and above has become an everyday affair this World Cup. Chasing it down or getting close to it, another ordinary feat. I remember the time in ODI cricket, where if you had 300 on the board, you were pretty sure the game was yours, much to the contrary today.

Last night’s match was one of the greatest World Cup upsets I have ever witnessed. Last world cup, the Irish beat Pakistan, this year they beat the English, chasing down 328. To be honest, I was pretty surprised England got to just 327; they way they were going at one stage, I reckoned they’d get to not less than 340-350. Ireland pulled it back it well. When it was Ireland’s turn to bat, I didn’t think they’d even come close, giving England a big win; after their captain Porterfield was dismissed first ball of the innings. Stirling and Niall O’Brien took it then to the English bowlers but were dismissed soon after. All of a sudden, the Irish were 111-5 and it was pretty much over most would've thought, but then, in walked Kevin O’ Brien.

He was indeed a surprise package last night, much to the delight of plenty! Maybe his new hair-do worked well for him. He took it to every English bowler right from the onset. His partnership with Cusack proved vital in Ireland’s run-chase. Together they put on 162 runs! Kevin O’Brien got his fabulous and entertaining century in exactly 50 balls, the fastest ever in World Cup history, beating Matty Hayden to it who took 66 balls for his century in the last World Cup. If he would stay till the end, Ireland was sure to win it, but he got run-out towards the end. But some great cameos by Johnston and Mooney saw Ireland through and what a victory it was for them! By the end, they chased down the highest total ever in WC history.

Just an observation, I think Ireland took the batting powerplay at a very good time. If England would’ve taken the batting PP at that stage, around 31 overs, against India, they would’ve won that game. Maybe Ireland didn’t have much to lose at that point, but a well-picked powerplay got them 67 runs and out them in a great position from there. The batting power-play hasn’t been used too well by most teams. Australia is by far the team to have performed the best during the batting powerplay in terms of scoring runs. It is crucial, since it can be ‘make or break’ a match thereafter.

After last night’s win, I personally think Ireland should be given test status; more so to stop England importing players from Ireland, like of course Eoin Morgan. They are a very capable team and it would be nice to have them competing in test cricket. They beat the mighty English, a reason more.

No surprises as to who the man of the moment was, but it was somebody else’s ‘special’ day. In all of that one thing was forgotten; it was Andrew Strauss’s 34th birthday. It will be one he will always remember, not because he scored 34 on this 34th birthday, but because his side was beaten by the Irish who chased down 328!! Surely a day the Irish and the English will never forget, ever. Fantastic game of cricket!! Whoever on earth said ODIs weren’t fun anymore?

I would really like the ICC not tainting this match by investigating into match-fixing possibilities and all of that, not because the Irish won, but because their inspired performance will be looked up to, by heaps of teams waiting to get there.


Friday, February 25, 2011

Why not take a crazy chance?

‘The most prolific period of pessimism comes at twenty-one, or thereabouts, when the first attempt is made to translate dreams into reality’ – Spot on!!

A worrywart always keeps looking for the flaw in every plan instead of looking at the endless horizon of opportunities beyond. It is so ironic that at 21, when we’re at that juncture in life when we are mature enough to comprehend what drives us in life, what we have visualized for ourselves, what is it that we crave for every single day, all that has made us who we are and who we want to be, we live in fear to chase those dreams. We choose to lord and subsist resembling those who choose to lead a comfy life filled with compromises than mould our luck and destiny to the silhouette of what looks perfect to our eyes.

Pessimism is only for those who do not have the fortitude to stand tall when there is a warning of a tempest, let alone when it strikes. It is mere testimony that you don’t have faith in yourself.

The manifestation of the visions you see, while asleep are way more beautiful when you’re living it. Why not take a crazy chance, especially when the chance is for you? Why not give love a chance when it might make life beautiful for you? Why not give your dreams a chance when they might spin the fairy tale for you?

I hope to see a world full of dreamers who have the guts to pursue their dreams than settle for the snippets of another’s dream.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

The Dreamer..: Not a mere spectator.

The Dreamer..: Not a mere spectator.: "Sometimes it just feels right to talk your heart out to certain people not knowing whether or not it is actually right, but the feeling ge..."

Not a mere spectator.

Sometimes it just feels right to talk your heart out to certain people not knowing whether or not it is actually right, but the feeling gets you to pour your heart out. It could do two things – One, make you feel so much better without even knowing it or two, mess up your head contemplating whether or not you’ve done the right thing by trusting that person so much with something so delicate. When you’re on the listening end, it could again do two things, one, make you feel heaps better knowing that you could be there for someone and that you are trusted enough for someone to tell you something so personal or two, get mind-fucked thinking about all that he or she has been through and imagine yourself in that situation; the latter being the more frequent of the two. Here I was on the listening end and I have to say I was moved, moved by the strength of that girl who has been through so much. People that emerge out of that situation of having gone through 'shit' and want to live; who want to see the good in the world are the ones who have seen the possible worst. They are people who possess not only the determination and zeal to overpower every ghastly incident but fight it and live a life they’ve dreamed off. Those are the people who achieve and do great things in life. They are achievers, not mere spectators who feel helpless by circumstances.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

A Bittersweet Recollection..

Something outlandish happened yesterday. It was bizarre, that feeling. Sometimes you can’t exactly comprehend the reason behind certain feelings and what exactly drives you into feeling them. I read somebody’s message in my inbox and out of the blue a thought crept up that maybe, I was living in a world of futility – Nobody and nothing meant anything. That feeling of emptiness is daunting, not because you’re alone in that feeling, but because you feel that you have nothing worth living for. It was then I wished, I lived in a world with no ‘ifs, ‘buts and ‘maybes. I was actually having a debate within me! I thought then, where is the point if you don’t have anything; to live for, to strive towards, to give all you have and ultimately to make it all worth it? In the deep confines of my mind, I knew that I was all alone in that feeling, but then I thought maybe not. There must be millions of people around the world that feel helpless and vulnerable every single minute. Then, what is it that differentiates all of us, because clearly nobody is the same? It is faith; Faith in oneself, one’s passion and one’s dreams. It comes down to one’s ability to stand tall unbeaten by the tempest that strikes. Relishing a victory in the dearth of a challenge is as good as winning the Cricket World Cup, playing against the Minnow teams. It’s not a feeling that you’d relish for long! Where is the point if you get everything easy and just as you demand it? The achievements that matter the most are the ones wherein nobody believes in it, but you, where people deride you, tell you every single day that you’re being an idiot to even think of it. Only people such would know the true essence of victory!
'Gotta love that'll never die
Gotta love that'll never die
No, no, I'm a lucky girl!'

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Memories to hold onto!

It is said that, ties of childhood, last forever and it is so true. It was after 7 whole years that I actually met ‘all’ the people who were an imperative part of my upbringing – My paternal cousins. I remember looking forward to birthdays or festivals as a kid, where all of us would meet and celebrate together, all we needed back then as a family ‘unit’ was a REASON to come together. Those were most definitely the times that shaped me as a person. The joy that one gets from family ties, seldom one finds elsewhere. I have learnt love, tolerance, sharing and caring only from my family, in those years that molded me as a person.

A random thought struck one of us that we should meet and go on a ‘picnic’. Picnics were a customary affair in those times, where all we needed was a public holiday to plan and off we’d go! I remember doing the most fun things on those outings; we’d sing random classics, play games, crack stupid jokes and most importantly, spend quality time together. This was another of those days where all of us were back from work and I was talking to one of my cousins and she said we should all meet up again, like a reunion sorts. Sounded good to me. All I needed was a weekend off to get to Pune from here, hook up with the rest of the bunch and go ahead. What started as a random idea soon culminated into a concrete plan and there it was! Poof! We were going to Kihim Beach, Alibaug!

P.S – I actually told people it was ‘Khilme’ beach for some reason. :P

The night before was a sleepless one, as the excitement set in. I imagined things that we’d do etc. I’m really not surprised it didn’t work out the way I had anticipated, since it was even better. Sometimes you just underestimate the amount people have changed over the years but what you don’t realize is the feelings are still the same and that was exactly the case here. I didn’t really feel that we were meeting after such a long time. It almost was like; it was just yesterday that we had all met. There were no weird moments of silence and bla bla bla that happens at times when you’re meeting someone after so many years. It was all perfectly scripted, as perfectly as a movie, not. Movies are lame. :P

The best part of the trip was that all of us were on the same frequency; be it of madness, of humor, of mind-frame or of intellect. It was a perfect amalgamation of insanity and randomness! That is the perfect blend for us! I don’t think we’ve ever had so much fun together as we did on this trip since we’re all big enough to have different kind of fun when compared to what we did back then. It was a trip to remember for evermore.

What touched me the most was, the binding of human relations. Across distances larger than ever, they sustain, ceaselessly. The feeling of togetherness is the same as it was 10 years back! The feeling of being with ‘family’ was blissful. The presence of each and every one of the four who were on the trip with me, made heaps of a difference to me and without who this trip would not have been the same. Karuna to have given me a flashback, Indu to have been my partner in crime and shared my insanity, Sid for his songs, expressions and randomness and Pooj for her extremely random comments at perfect times! It would’ve been great having Meg, Yams and Sinu on the trip, but maybe some other time. I love all you guys and will forever! Beyond testing times lies the real strength of a relationship. I’m glad I have you guys! Will never let go off all the amazing times we've had, ever!

At the end of the day, Family is Family and there’s nothing in the world that can be a substitute, ever.