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...
Sometimes i wonder whether Shannon-Hartley and others behind communication theory had it super easy for them! Most of life's patterns lent themselves to what we call communication theory.
One such theory is - information in burst mode. The hour past has been one of those - in burst mode! Surprising how days on end pass without any activity worth the note and then - this.
Thats about as big a prelude as i could compose. The first was an email - a rather sad one. A kid, whom i saw first as a shy, coy, slightly panzy and the butt of every joke....involved in a rather sad episode. That of the bottle and the steering wheel. While 2 roomies did not see the light of the day, this poor kid is charged on 2 counts of manslaughter and if that werent enough...drunken driving. Ya, u drunken driving opponents, am with you, but for the moment, since i knew this kid, my heart goes out to him. I just wish sanity had prevailed before.
Within moments of that, I find Puja's headed to Iraq. Wow!! Its an opportunity..its also a risk. Also, a heavy toll on the personal front. I just pray for her.
Birthdays have been a funny time...a week ago....the tempo starts building...with it...the expectations. And finally, it reaches a crescendo, only to find that the finale is short of expectations.
Most have whizzed by in clinically similar fashion. This birthday though turned out to be an exception...and what a one it was....
For a very mundane reason, decided to give the customary o-bento a skip and try some local delicacies around work. J planned the surprise and pulled in chotu. The rogue that this guy is, he loves playing the host to perfection.
And at this very lunch, this same idol of imperfection gave me one of the most stunning gifts I have ever received. The script reads..." This guy is very posh...(pause)....His parents must be like this...(here the actor in this 3-foot-something just stiffened to ramrod perfection of the British-stiff-upper-lip).
The grandeur of this moment was lost on me....till J pointed it out later...and the grey matter got to work. To fathom the greatness of the statement one needs to discount the missing charm of the english translation of japanese mannerisms...and needs to factor in the character of the person saying it!
But for the reader who can do that..this statement will remain one of my life's greatest achievements. Am happy to be your son....mom and dad!
Hello all who are curious enough to wander here....
A lot of newsworthy people i know have stepped into blogging and though net savvy and all...i missed the bus. So while the concept of blogging readies to celebrate almost a decade of existence, i am just about beginning my existence here...
"A" was the one intellectual soul who always pushed me to write...but lazy me always found excuses to wiggle out. There was once a time when i did actually get down to pen something...but it just dint make the light of the day! So mustering the strength to get back and start anew.
