life's like that...!!!!!

I don't remember how it began... all of a sudden,as an adolescent, I realised I was a 'Sachin fan'. I developed a new found love for cricket . I waited for India's matches. When such days arrived , I had nothing to do except wait for them to begin...pray for India's win and, more importantly, for Sachin . I know... u must be thinking...'just another silly young girl'...well !....everyone felt so... initially it was a source of humour for most...soon, it turned to irritation...with parents trying to educate me ...to be sensible...but I could never explain to them. I was not star struck. No...I did not have a crush on Sachin. Unlike my school friends...I was not planning to get married to him. I simply loved his game...!! I admired the persona...the talent, the humility, the excellence...the innumerable centuries...the excitement his game inspired...the sheer sense of thrill and the ecstasy to find the ball fly out of the ground...!!! He seemed to be someone I knew...very familiar...his world fascinated me. I feel funny, now when I recall how I had cried one afternoon ...when at the Eden Gardens, Shoaib Akhtar had pushed him..and he had fallen short of his crease... I had felt lost,once,when he pulled out of a series against West Indies...there was an outside chance of getting his autograph from someone who worked in the hotel the Indian team was supposed to put up at during that tour...I had a copy of his autograph..but this would have been special...it would have been addressed to me... by name..!! There was a time I craved to meet the Indian cricket stars...I was convinced that I would someday...the men who seemed so near yet so distant...



...I don't remember when indifference had set in...he was just another celebrity....I no more felt any sense of accomplishment if he hit a ton...It didn't really matter somehow...I had grown out of it...matured...I no more felt any urge to meet him...or the rest...



...I was at the Taj...the cricketers were there too...I didn't care..I had something else to look forward to..my parents' 25th marriage anniversary...even if I met them I would not feel the same way I did as a kid...the charm would be missing..I thought...



...I found it hard to believe that I was standing right next to Sachin...He was scribbling an autograph on the piece of paper I had extended to him...and then he was gone...

...was it real...?? ...it was!..I had a brush with the Indian cricketers...not just Sachin...but all of them...!! Excitement !!!.....not merely because I met those 'stars'....but because I had actually met them...!!! What I had wished as a child had actually come true...!!!!!!! ...You feel, 'here goes the silly girl again... and... we had thought she had grown up'...well...I know... I won't be able to explain.... a fitting culmination to a phase that began with a dream and ended in one...


....the little surprises that life springs on you....I loved this one...!

yearning

days have shrunk
nights, short

i move at a dizzying pace

TIME...somewhere
behind

tired ...
when was it last that i stopped...thought ...?

apocalypse !

hey blogger friends !

someone told me that our government plans to close down all 'blog' sites for security reasons....ofcourse i understand their stance but this is really bad news for me and i believe for most of you. I was thoroughly enjoying my stint at blogging. I posted whenever I managed to take some time out of my hectic schedule. I waited eagerly for some leisure so that I could get lost in this world of ours.....I looked forward to your comments. I explored other blogs. It was a great way to destress and I could connect to so many other people. I feel terribly depressed at the news... all of a sudden life seems dull...I will miss this intimate world...can we create an alternative private world for ourselves together...??

he believed...he conquered...

To think of being in New York one day and Paris the very next......! 'impossible' thought the common man living in the early 20th century...but 'why not' thought Charles Lindberg, a pilot who lived in the early twenties of that century and he set out from New York, one sunny day, towards Paris , with his plane 'The Spirit Of St. Louis',over the Atlantic......an adventurer......truly ! such was his will to do the impossible ! He was not the common man who would succumb to the human fears of the unknown and the perils of the journey.
To think of flying over the Atlantic all alone with only the intimidating expanse of water greeting the eyes sends a shiver down my spine...but ,this was what he did . Gliding through the deadly regions in air under tremendous physical strain ,Charles reached Paris after the seemingly unending thirty four hours. How difficult it had been to fly in the engulfing darkness of night under circumstances ill conducive to such feats in an age in its nascent stages of technological advancement..!
Yes ! Charles Lindberg was the first man in the history of human civilisation to be in New York on one day and in Paris the very next... ! Charles Lindberg --the man who believed he could change the world and revolutionise human thought - proved how man could take to air to overcome distance erstwhile unimaginable .It is because of people like him that we live in the dreams of our yesterday...

turning over the pages...

The Readers' Digest fills me with a new zest for living life every time i go through its pages. Quotidian banality and drudgery inevitably leaves one exasperated and drained of all enthusiasm and spirit. The urge to achieve the most in the least of time and the attempt to be successful in creating a niche for oneself in this materialistic world of today becomes a physical , and more importantly, an emotional exhaustion.Instead of living life in the true sense of the term, man merely manages a mechanical existence devoid of those precious little moments that make life beautiful and worth living.. he becomes blind to the colourful strands that weave together to form the delicate web of life. Going through the pages of the magazine, encountering different stories of remarkable feats accomplished by ordinary men with extra ordinary strength of mind, learning from their outlook towards living and being able to identify with the myriad human emotions that find expression in words lift my sagging spirits and infuse in me the much needed rejuvination and resurge of vigour to carry on with the journey of life afresh. The seemingly insignificant everyday human experiences often provide profound insight into the finer points of life.I realise living life to the fullest lies in loving life...

thoughts

thoughts are what we live with...how often did i think of putting them in words but seldom could i express what i felt inside. i seemed to revel in the overwhelming realisation life brought me...words failed me... today, as i write , i know so much of it remains unsaid ...but then can we ever render our thoughts perfectly into words ??

death

as i continue to live...
one incident after another takes over me
and leaves me
sometimes...
happy
or..
sad
at once,
surprised
stunned
may be
anxious
and
excited
often...
restless..
reflecting
there is one event i know will
bring
peace....
let it overtake me.