Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Then and Now: Part 1

Yh, those were the days. I was captain of the Junior team in the 6th standard at my boarding school. We were bowling for the trophy, as in I was bowling the last over for the trophy. The opposite team needed 5 runs, with 4 wickets remaining.
Ball1: Wide
Ball2: Wide
Ball3: Caught back by the bowler.
Ball4: Wicket. Caught in the slips
Ball5: Wide. Run out while trying to steal a single.
Ball6: Single.
Ball7: Wide.The match was over. Apparently!
It was 1998. Then, a four off a wide delivery was declared as four runs and not five as it is now. The scorer had made a mistake and given it as five. The match stood tied with three balls remaining. Those three balls were to be held the next day.
The next day we had a science test (and we all were serious about studying, at least I was). The morning, I missed my prep time (study time) and practised for those three balls.
After lunch, we went for the match.
Ball7: Missed outside the off stump. Collected by keeper.
Ball8: Missed outside the off stump. Collected by keeper.
Ball9: Missed outside the off stump. Collected by keeper. Run out.
Yh, so we won by the rule of wickets. I was picked up like I had just won my team the world cup. The match took away my interest in cricket. I did not want to hear the name of the game. I never played serious cricket after that.
That was then.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Exciting day!

This is someone's exciting day!
I wake up at 9 for an 8.30 lecture. (Yes, that's *exciting*)
Then I miss the lecture and sit in the canteen (How very **).
I sit in the canteen.
I sit in the canteen.
Then, I get a brainwave to go to Brio /*Corrected on request*/. (**)
Then, we sit at Brio. We talk, get excited about the place we've come to.
Then, whether we have tuition; according to home, we always do.
We go to U Turn during that time. (Very **)
After that, we go to 11 echoes for dinner and talk. (** **)
Then, I come home.
Once upon a time in Bombay, there was a person who told me that my life was not exciting enough, because all I ever talked when asked how my day was was the exact course of events. So, I asked how that person's day was more exciting than mine; and the above is the response!

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Poetic Moods #2: Red

On the surface, I see a creature;
he toils in the night, and tries to rest;
just then something strikes,
and the creature meets its death.

When the surface is revealed,
and the curtain is raised;
a hand appears,
Unaffected, unfazed.

The hand is blooded,
and the creature lies there;
the black of his body,
smeared red in despair.

It could have caused a disease,
or an epidemic, the hand said;
there will always be another one,
for this one dead!

Sunday, January 21, 2007

A day in my life

Yesterday was the most proper day in my recent life.

1) I woke up in the morning to go to Borivali to play a football match. As I reached Andheri station, I realised that I haven't got my ID along; and we needed it. So I got down at Jogeshwari and went back home to collect my ID. I rushed back to Borivali. There, they didn't even ask for the IDs. But the proper day went on, and I managed to lose my ID. I DIDNT EVEN PLAY THE MATCH, I WAS ON THE BENCH FOR 50 MINUTES AND ALL I DID AT BORIVALI WAS LOST THE ID WHICH I HAD FORGOTTEN AND THEN GONE BACK TO COLLECT!

2) So then, we came home. In the evening I had another match at VJTI. So I went to Andheri station, and all my idiot friends bought harbour line tickets, because they thought Kings Circle was closer to VJTI. So it was, but then harbour line trains come within half an hour of each other, and we had just missed one of them. Yh, so we got late. We reached there; warmed up; and I realised I wasn't even in the squad there. Frustrating! I went to VJTI to cheer the team.

3) I was supposed to be running for the marathon today. After winning at Borivali, we were told that the next match would be today. Thinking that I would anyways miss the marathon, I didn't collect the shirt number. At VJTI, I came to know that there was no match today; and still I would miss the marathon. Aargh!

4) There was a Siddhesh who played against us at Borivali; and there was a Mehra who played against us at VJTI. So, both Siddhesh and Mehra played, but Siddhesh Mehra didn't play.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Off again!

Its just that time of the year when I start to travel; and last year was good travel. Kerala, Lonavala, Europe, Delhi (i know)..
And this year starts with Nainital. But as always; hopeful destinations for this year:
Ummm.. Delhi (perpetually there.. not hopeful, im sure ill be there atleast twice in the year)
America - I wanna go meet Didi.. please
England - Arre thats to on the way tto the US only na.. so Ill stop there for a couple of days
Goa - I just want to go there, feeling aa rahi hai..


I just loved this one on the front page of the Times today:

There are two Indias in this country.
One India is straining at the leash, eager to spring forth and live up to all the adjectives that the world has been showering recently upon us.
The other India is the leash.
One India says, give me a chance and I'll prove myseld. The other India says, prove yourself first and maybe then you'll have a chance.
One India lives in the optimism of our hearts. The other India lurks in the skepticism of our minds.
One India wants. The other India hopes.
One India leads. The other India follows.
But conversions are on the rise. With each passing day more and more people from the other India have been coming over to this side.
And quietly, while the world is not looking, a pulsating, dynamic, new India is emerging.
An India whose faith in success is far greater than its fear of failure.
An India that no longer boycotts foreign-made goods but buys out the companies that make them instead.
History, they say, is a bad motorist. It rarely ever signals its intentions when it is taking a turn.
This is the rarely-ever moment. History is turning a page.
For more than half a century, our nation has sprung, stumbled, run, fallen, rolled over, got up, dusted herself and cantered, sometimes lurched on. But today, as we begin our 60th year as a free nation, the ride has brought us to the edge of time's great precipice.
And one India - a tiny little voice at the back of the head - is looking down at the bottom of the ravine and hesitating.
The other India is looking up at the sky and saying, it's time to fly.
INDIA POISED - our time is now

There is a reason why I picked this up from the Times and posted on my blog.
Newspapers are read one day and thrown away the next; but I want this part of today's paper to remain with me.