Someone at Vodafone India has a terrific sense of humour!! While shamelessly sending us back when wanting check your account, they are encouraging you to make the most of NOW!! Question is...HOW??
I remember a time as a teenagers in school we used to have these debating competitions, where when the teacher could not be creative enough, the topic always was "Should India stop participating in the Olympics?"
The cliche for the pro group here would be...Forget gold, silver and bronze, if there will be a tin, plastic and paper medal, India would not be able to stake claim to it! I dint like it then, i dint like it now. And with Ogden Nash, being a born spectator, there was little i could do to change things but pray from the bottom of my heart, that someone would change it.
From Kashba Jadhav in Helsinki 1952 to Leander Paes in Atlanta 1996, it has been a long long wait. But one could see the stars aligning. However numero uno in Aurum eluded us till this day...11th Aug. 2008.
India waited for 60+ years for an individual to hold this. And this belongs to Abhinav Bindra!!
- A very delighted Indian!!
PS: Even Rabindranath Tagore would have agreed that it did sound very sweet today!! 52 seconds that defined the moment.
An idle mind tends to randomness in ones thoughts...so feel like rambling a bit...
I do not quite remember the subtleties of childhood...but life as a teen was fairly simple. I knew the almighty had a plan for me...and all i had to do was follow the course.
A decade, 2 continents and 3 countries later, i still feel lost. Am thankful for the opportunities and the hidden blessings, but then, life always seems headed to a dull alley... one which does not seem to fit the perception of the picture that i have for myself.
In the hope that the alley will someday open to a bright sunlit boulevard...i labour... only to realise one fine day that i need to veer from the present course and sometimes retrace myself...a fresh start. The thing with fresh starts is that each one needs exponentially more energy and faith than the last...more so, cause the knowledge of knowing that the last fresh start led to another failure thus tending to corrode a chunk of confidence.
And if that werent enough, each fresh start adds burden from the last unfinished journey...the feeling of having left something incomplete...the anguish i gave to those that walked with me then...causes me to drop my speed a bit. What began as a sprint back then becomes a laborious crawl with each fresh start!
But for all this, tomorrow will be a fresh start...
