The other day i had gone to Capitol school grounds for a walk. A few poor children came there with nothing but their ragged clothes but wanted to play. After sitting and watching for sometime, they approached a group playing football and borrowed the extra foot ball they had and new game was born :). The "bowler" would roll the ball on the floor, the "batsman" would kick it as hard as he can and "run". The "fielder" meanwhile would fetch the ball, he would either kick it from there to the "bowler" or throw it.
Similarly there was this gang of some 6 children from a government school playing volleyball with tennis ball. This was not very new to me since we had played "round tennis" similarly in the school days.
Isn't it amazing the way we have altered the game fit our various constraints
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
An Attack.. of a differen kind :)
Our friend Giri’s wedding was on 15th of August. Since 16th and 17th happened to Saturday and Sunday we thought we could see surrounding places apart from the wedding. The place is called Belve, which is a small village in Udupi district. After about 10 hours of journey we reached Udupi at around 8 am. We got a bus at around 8:25 to Hebri, the bus groaned and moaned and finally reached Hebri by around 10. For breakfast we had all the regional specialities like bansu, rasaayana, kashaya etc. We took an auto from Hebri to Belve and reached in some 30 minutes.
It’s a small village amidst tropical evergreen forests of western ghats. In reainy season it pounded cats and dogs. Fortunately for us, since last 3 days there were no rains, the roads and the place had been pretty neat. Giri sent Madha with us to another house where we were supposed to stay for next 3 days.
Some 20 steps from Giri’s house towards east was the traditional toilet. It was circular pit of some 6feet diameter and 3 feet deep. A stone plank with a hole of 1 feet diameter ran across the diameter of the room. The pit had been thatched with bamboo sticks and coconut leaves. Best part is it didn’t have a roof. And the door, which was made of bamboo and coconut leaves didn’t have a latch! It wasn’t surprising although we giggled imaging us shitting in that “toilet”. Madha just marched on with our luggage as we slowly followed him, absorbing the beauty of the place. Meanwhile Raghavendra made some dirty jokes about the toilet.
Another 50 steps from the toilet near the end of their field, there was this house where we were supposed to live for next 3 days. And there was the twin of this house adjacent to it. By the look of it, it seemed it had been constructed at least 70-80 years ago. There were no windows. The only door which it had was pretty small both in height and width and we needed to bow down to enter it. We finished our morning rituals which had been long delayed by our travel. Visit to the toilet had been particularly enchanting :)
Lunch consisted of regional delicacies like Kadubu (irregular shaped idly baked by wrapping in banana leaf), Jackfruit sambar, kosambari etc etc all cooked in firewood. Perhaps cooking in firewood lent it extra taste. It was difficult to avoid anything.
We roamed around in the evening to see the paddy fields, cashew gardens etc. marriage rituals were going on, but they were not for us, they had gone there to enjoy. After dinner we settled for cards and booze. Raghavendra explained in his usually very detailed way the things that happened from the time he left his house to US to the time he came back. That took nearly 2 hours!! And as Sadashiva reluctantly began to narrate what had happened to his relationship with his “best friend”, there was a knock at the door and a female voice asked “Can you accompany me to the toilet”. Everyone was curious to hear from Sadashiva, no one moved. Sadashiva continued. Two minutes later, again the female knocked at the door and asked her to be accompanied.
There was a gang of some 8 middle aged women and 1 old man staying in the room adjacent to us. I rose up to go. “Hey you can’t go in the middle of the game”. I didn’t give it a damn and walked upto the door. Nagaraj who is timid and very skeptical about everything, held me back. “I think there is something suspicious there, please don’t go”. There was an eerie silence, no one moved… I mustered up some courage, “Hey you are always skeptical, a woman is standing outside and asking for help, I think we need to help her”. “No don’t go, you are putting all of us in risk”. Nagaraj was firm, meanwhile the woman called out a third time and we dint bother to answer it. There was pensive look in everyone’s face. I came back and we resumed playing. But no one talked much, and even when they talked it was in murmurs.
We continued for some more time and heard the knocking on the door and the voice for 5 more times in a span of 10-15 minutes. We stayed for some 30 minutes after that and slept. I got up at around 5:30 and wanted to go to loo. There sky was turning crimson at the east, and there was faint light. I rubbed my eyes and meandered to the toilet. Just before I sat, I remembered that I had forgotten to bring water. As I turned around to go back, I could see a green saree like translucent thing floating in front of me. Before I could think anything, my adrenalin rush resulted in me preparing to gallop. But I can’t recollect much about how I managed to get back to the room.
When I regained my consciousness, I was in the room and my friends were awake and talking around me. I felt that my leg had been rested upon at a high level. Someone sprinkled water on my face and asked me to open my eyes. Four of them were standing beside me, I was lying on the bed but my legs had been kept on a chair. I was sweating. They sighed as I stood up normally. Srikant S, who is a doctor, said I was under vasovagal attack. (A reflex of the involuntary nervous system that causes the heart to slow down, resulting in brain being deprived of oxygen. When that happens you faint. Vasovagal attack happens when you are so paranoid about something). All I could do was wonder if it was really vasovagal attack or if it was because I saw “ghost” or a combination of both. I didn’t bother to inform anyone, since I didn’t want to be sniggered.
That morning I told Madha of my “ghost sighting”. He wasn’t actually surprised. “Saar, although I haven’t seen anything like that in the 16 years I have stayed in the house. But I have heard many people tell that. One guy who slept in the house was found sleeping near the toilet in the morning. My father used to say there used to be a well in place of the toilet earlier and that a woman had fallen into the well after a fight with her husband”.
It’s a small village amidst tropical evergreen forests of western ghats. In reainy season it pounded cats and dogs. Fortunately for us, since last 3 days there were no rains, the roads and the place had been pretty neat. Giri sent Madha with us to another house where we were supposed to stay for next 3 days.
Some 20 steps from Giri’s house towards east was the traditional toilet. It was circular pit of some 6feet diameter and 3 feet deep. A stone plank with a hole of 1 feet diameter ran across the diameter of the room. The pit had been thatched with bamboo sticks and coconut leaves. Best part is it didn’t have a roof. And the door, which was made of bamboo and coconut leaves didn’t have a latch! It wasn’t surprising although we giggled imaging us shitting in that “toilet”. Madha just marched on with our luggage as we slowly followed him, absorbing the beauty of the place. Meanwhile Raghavendra made some dirty jokes about the toilet.
Another 50 steps from the toilet near the end of their field, there was this house where we were supposed to live for next 3 days. And there was the twin of this house adjacent to it. By the look of it, it seemed it had been constructed at least 70-80 years ago. There were no windows. The only door which it had was pretty small both in height and width and we needed to bow down to enter it. We finished our morning rituals which had been long delayed by our travel. Visit to the toilet had been particularly enchanting :)
Lunch consisted of regional delicacies like Kadubu (irregular shaped idly baked by wrapping in banana leaf), Jackfruit sambar, kosambari etc etc all cooked in firewood. Perhaps cooking in firewood lent it extra taste. It was difficult to avoid anything.
We roamed around in the evening to see the paddy fields, cashew gardens etc. marriage rituals were going on, but they were not for us, they had gone there to enjoy. After dinner we settled for cards and booze. Raghavendra explained in his usually very detailed way the things that happened from the time he left his house to US to the time he came back. That took nearly 2 hours!! And as Sadashiva reluctantly began to narrate what had happened to his relationship with his “best friend”, there was a knock at the door and a female voice asked “Can you accompany me to the toilet”. Everyone was curious to hear from Sadashiva, no one moved. Sadashiva continued. Two minutes later, again the female knocked at the door and asked her to be accompanied.
There was a gang of some 8 middle aged women and 1 old man staying in the room adjacent to us. I rose up to go. “Hey you can’t go in the middle of the game”. I didn’t give it a damn and walked upto the door. Nagaraj who is timid and very skeptical about everything, held me back. “I think there is something suspicious there, please don’t go”. There was an eerie silence, no one moved… I mustered up some courage, “Hey you are always skeptical, a woman is standing outside and asking for help, I think we need to help her”. “No don’t go, you are putting all of us in risk”. Nagaraj was firm, meanwhile the woman called out a third time and we dint bother to answer it. There was pensive look in everyone’s face. I came back and we resumed playing. But no one talked much, and even when they talked it was in murmurs.
We continued for some more time and heard the knocking on the door and the voice for 5 more times in a span of 10-15 minutes. We stayed for some 30 minutes after that and slept. I got up at around 5:30 and wanted to go to loo. There sky was turning crimson at the east, and there was faint light. I rubbed my eyes and meandered to the toilet. Just before I sat, I remembered that I had forgotten to bring water. As I turned around to go back, I could see a green saree like translucent thing floating in front of me. Before I could think anything, my adrenalin rush resulted in me preparing to gallop. But I can’t recollect much about how I managed to get back to the room.
When I regained my consciousness, I was in the room and my friends were awake and talking around me. I felt that my leg had been rested upon at a high level. Someone sprinkled water on my face and asked me to open my eyes. Four of them were standing beside me, I was lying on the bed but my legs had been kept on a chair. I was sweating. They sighed as I stood up normally. Srikant S, who is a doctor, said I was under vasovagal attack. (A reflex of the involuntary nervous system that causes the heart to slow down, resulting in brain being deprived of oxygen. When that happens you faint. Vasovagal attack happens when you are so paranoid about something). All I could do was wonder if it was really vasovagal attack or if it was because I saw “ghost” or a combination of both. I didn’t bother to inform anyone, since I didn’t want to be sniggered.
That morning I told Madha of my “ghost sighting”. He wasn’t actually surprised. “Saar, although I haven’t seen anything like that in the 16 years I have stayed in the house. But I have heard many people tell that. One guy who slept in the house was found sleeping near the toilet in the morning. My father used to say there used to be a well in place of the toilet earlier and that a woman had fallen into the well after a fight with her husband”.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
She,me and a scary night
31st of march. The final release is in three days. Its not unusual to work late nights at this stage of the project. Most of the bugs had either been marked not reproducible or invalid and only few cosmetic issues remained. It was 11pm, and the team decided to disperse. We called up the main-gate, and found that there wouldn’t be any cabs till 11.30. I had taken my car that day, but decided to go by cab since I was tired.
I was already prepared to leave at 11, so decided to go the cabs’ parking area and wait there. This accounts lady was also waiting for the cab there. She was in a hurry to leave, so when I told her I had brought my car, she profusely requested me to take her home. I relented. We left at 10 minutes past 11. She insisted on driving. I dint like her audacity, but gave in, as I don’t have to tolerate her all the time, and may be the fact that she’s my manager’s wife was there at some remote corner of my mind.
We took the NICE road and then reached some deserted roads a few kilometers before bannerghatta road. I was half asleep by this time. During all this time we rarely talked. She swiftly turned to the left. As I opened my eyes I saw that we were in the middle of an empty street. There were no houses in the road. Either side of the road had bushes to the height of one’s chest. The only source of light there was car’s head lamps. It was absolutely dark and I could not see either ends of the road. The car slowed down and then came to a halt. The car’s lights went off and it blacked out completely.
There was complete silence and the only sound audible was the sound of our own breath. Slowly when my eyes adapted to the dark, I could see that she had a menacing smile on her face. She was confident and hence seemed to have some plan in her mind. I had a big question mark on my face. Either the voice had shrunk out of slight fear or it dint come out since it was obvious that she needed to explain why we are in the middle of no-where.
“Just thought today night is so beautiful, why not take a stroll”
“At this hour? Are you crazy? Let’s go.”
“Relax kid, tomorrow is Saturday’
“I think this is a conspiracy to defame me in front of my manager :)”
“I am not living with him anymore. We divorced few weeks back”
“Oh sorry”
“No Sorries, I am happy it happened. Now are you going to come out not” She opened the door and pulled me out.
I admire adamant girls. But I don’t think I would like to live with them. Sometimes being dominated, being led by a beautiful girl is good. But only sometimes :)
She seemed very naïve and innocent, but guys like innocent and sometimes stupid :) girls.
We walked for some distance, and then, she said she felt like smoking, she wanted to take cigarettes from her hand bag and started to walk back. I went and sat in the rain water drain. Her T-shirt fluttered in the breeze and hugged her body. A silhouette of her bosoms could be seen. Few seconds later it struck me that i could see the silhouette because of a faint light in the background. as i turned to my left, I could see a bike coming in our direction. I impulsively ran towards the car, grabbed the car key and sat in the driver’s seat. There was a confused look on her face, may be she didn’t notice the bike coming behind us. There were actually 2 bikes, which came and parked right behind our car. I locked the car from inside. She bent her head down and to hide her I put my jerkin and bag on her.
The car had the cooling papers on the window screens, so nothing could be seen from behind. There were 3 guys in all on the two bikes. One guy, talking on his cell phone came to the front of the car. But apparently he could see nothing. Another guy came and pressed his nose of the driver’s side window to see what’s there inside. All this while she had been hidden below the jerkin and bag. My heart was pounding. The look on their face, their drunken body language suggested they here hooligans. The guy on my side began to light a match stick.
Well that was it, I started the car and we were off. One of the two bikes chased us. I dint know where to go, but had to just keep going. I took a quick right turn and then right again. I revved up and we were in the main road. From there we drove the familiar roads for a few minutes and reached a place where a few shops were still open. At this point, the hooligans gave up the chase. I breathed easy and asked her to get up. She was too afraid to talk. I tried to pacify her and perhaps myself, by saying nothing had happened. But I realized my hands and legs were still trembling. We had escaped by whisker from being in what could have been a very dangerous situation. We stopped the car to relax.
My mind was still working at a brisk pace to analyze the situation, to make sense of whatever had happened in the last few minutes. I wondered what prompted them to come and stop behind our car in the first place, and then chase us. Did they want to rob us of the car? May be. It’s a lonely place, it could have been their meeting place to discuss who to kill, how to kill or how to rob or whatever they want to do. And today we were in their own nest, and would have been easy prey to them. She interrupted the train of thoughts with a stupid “I’m going to have ice-cream. Do you like to have?”
“Will you just shut up and be here for some time. Don’t you have any seriousness?”
Before I could complete my words, she slammed the door and went towards the ice-cream shop. This infuriated me; it was she who was responsible for this, and now this childishness. I sulked in defeat as she enjoyed her ice-cream.
I checked my watch. It was 5 minutes past 12. I saw the Tata sumo come from front and as it neared I recognized that it was our company’s vehicle. It came and slowed down beside me. I lowered my window. 3-4 guys shouted “April Fool!!!”
“What!? Was this all planned?” I shouted back
“Yes” came the reply
The joke had gone too far. My blood boiled. Felt like punching her on her face. It all happened like in a movie. She came and sat and consciously put the door lightly lest it attract my attention. The atmosphere was filled with sullen silence. I avoided looking at her as I knew I wouldn’t hold myself back if she said a single word.
I drove her to her house. She was reluctant to get down. I signaled her to get down.
“Why don’t you just come in? You can have some coffee”
I smiled indifferently, “So it’s not over yet! :)”
“Hey I am sorry. If you come over, I would like to explain you everything”
I nodded in disagreement and was about to start the car. As if to ameliorate my situation, she put her hand on my shoulder and whispered “Listen buddy, I am really sorry. But unlike what you are thinking, I dint plan all this, it was your friends who had planned this. The plan was to take you to the lonely road and leave you there. And the office cab was to come after 12 and pick you up. I walked to the car on the pretext of taking cigarettes, but I actually wanted to take the car away. Those hooligans were not a part of the plan. Trust me”
That didn’t make my mood any better, but I could just forgive her. I returned a fake smile to her. “I am sorry the joke went too far. Tell me if there is anything that I could do to make you feel better”. I smiled back and patted on her back. She got down, came and stood beside my window. She held my hand with both her hands, with gleam in her eyes, she said “Thanks a lot for your presence of mind. I don’t know what would have happened, if you didn’t act so quickly” and disappeared.
I was already prepared to leave at 11, so decided to go the cabs’ parking area and wait there. This accounts lady was also waiting for the cab there. She was in a hurry to leave, so when I told her I had brought my car, she profusely requested me to take her home. I relented. We left at 10 minutes past 11. She insisted on driving. I dint like her audacity, but gave in, as I don’t have to tolerate her all the time, and may be the fact that she’s my manager’s wife was there at some remote corner of my mind.
We took the NICE road and then reached some deserted roads a few kilometers before bannerghatta road. I was half asleep by this time. During all this time we rarely talked. She swiftly turned to the left. As I opened my eyes I saw that we were in the middle of an empty street. There were no houses in the road. Either side of the road had bushes to the height of one’s chest. The only source of light there was car’s head lamps. It was absolutely dark and I could not see either ends of the road. The car slowed down and then came to a halt. The car’s lights went off and it blacked out completely.
There was complete silence and the only sound audible was the sound of our own breath. Slowly when my eyes adapted to the dark, I could see that she had a menacing smile on her face. She was confident and hence seemed to have some plan in her mind. I had a big question mark on my face. Either the voice had shrunk out of slight fear or it dint come out since it was obvious that she needed to explain why we are in the middle of no-where.
“Just thought today night is so beautiful, why not take a stroll”
“At this hour? Are you crazy? Let’s go.”
“Relax kid, tomorrow is Saturday’
“I think this is a conspiracy to defame me in front of my manager :)”
“I am not living with him anymore. We divorced few weeks back”
“Oh sorry”
“No Sorries, I am happy it happened. Now are you going to come out not” She opened the door and pulled me out.
I admire adamant girls. But I don’t think I would like to live with them. Sometimes being dominated, being led by a beautiful girl is good. But only sometimes :)
She seemed very naïve and innocent, but guys like innocent and sometimes stupid :) girls.
We walked for some distance, and then, she said she felt like smoking, she wanted to take cigarettes from her hand bag and started to walk back. I went and sat in the rain water drain. Her T-shirt fluttered in the breeze and hugged her body. A silhouette of her bosoms could be seen. Few seconds later it struck me that i could see the silhouette because of a faint light in the background. as i turned to my left, I could see a bike coming in our direction. I impulsively ran towards the car, grabbed the car key and sat in the driver’s seat. There was a confused look on her face, may be she didn’t notice the bike coming behind us. There were actually 2 bikes, which came and parked right behind our car. I locked the car from inside. She bent her head down and to hide her I put my jerkin and bag on her.
The car had the cooling papers on the window screens, so nothing could be seen from behind. There were 3 guys in all on the two bikes. One guy, talking on his cell phone came to the front of the car. But apparently he could see nothing. Another guy came and pressed his nose of the driver’s side window to see what’s there inside. All this while she had been hidden below the jerkin and bag. My heart was pounding. The look on their face, their drunken body language suggested they here hooligans. The guy on my side began to light a match stick.
Well that was it, I started the car and we were off. One of the two bikes chased us. I dint know where to go, but had to just keep going. I took a quick right turn and then right again. I revved up and we were in the main road. From there we drove the familiar roads for a few minutes and reached a place where a few shops were still open. At this point, the hooligans gave up the chase. I breathed easy and asked her to get up. She was too afraid to talk. I tried to pacify her and perhaps myself, by saying nothing had happened. But I realized my hands and legs were still trembling. We had escaped by whisker from being in what could have been a very dangerous situation. We stopped the car to relax.
My mind was still working at a brisk pace to analyze the situation, to make sense of whatever had happened in the last few minutes. I wondered what prompted them to come and stop behind our car in the first place, and then chase us. Did they want to rob us of the car? May be. It’s a lonely place, it could have been their meeting place to discuss who to kill, how to kill or how to rob or whatever they want to do. And today we were in their own nest, and would have been easy prey to them. She interrupted the train of thoughts with a stupid “I’m going to have ice-cream. Do you like to have?”
“Will you just shut up and be here for some time. Don’t you have any seriousness?”
Before I could complete my words, she slammed the door and went towards the ice-cream shop. This infuriated me; it was she who was responsible for this, and now this childishness. I sulked in defeat as she enjoyed her ice-cream.
I checked my watch. It was 5 minutes past 12. I saw the Tata sumo come from front and as it neared I recognized that it was our company’s vehicle. It came and slowed down beside me. I lowered my window. 3-4 guys shouted “April Fool!!!”
“What!? Was this all planned?” I shouted back
“Yes” came the reply
The joke had gone too far. My blood boiled. Felt like punching her on her face. It all happened like in a movie. She came and sat and consciously put the door lightly lest it attract my attention. The atmosphere was filled with sullen silence. I avoided looking at her as I knew I wouldn’t hold myself back if she said a single word.
I drove her to her house. She was reluctant to get down. I signaled her to get down.
“Why don’t you just come in? You can have some coffee”
I smiled indifferently, “So it’s not over yet! :)”
“Hey I am sorry. If you come over, I would like to explain you everything”
I nodded in disagreement and was about to start the car. As if to ameliorate my situation, she put her hand on my shoulder and whispered “Listen buddy, I am really sorry. But unlike what you are thinking, I dint plan all this, it was your friends who had planned this. The plan was to take you to the lonely road and leave you there. And the office cab was to come after 12 and pick you up. I walked to the car on the pretext of taking cigarettes, but I actually wanted to take the car away. Those hooligans were not a part of the plan. Trust me”
That didn’t make my mood any better, but I could just forgive her. I returned a fake smile to her. “I am sorry the joke went too far. Tell me if there is anything that I could do to make you feel better”. I smiled back and patted on her back. She got down, came and stood beside my window. She held my hand with both her hands, with gleam in her eyes, she said “Thanks a lot for your presence of mind. I don’t know what would have happened, if you didn’t act so quickly” and disappeared.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Playthings
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.
- Rabindranath tagore
Tribute to SGP :)
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.
- Rabindranath tagore
Tribute to SGP :)
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Pamper your ego... for your own peril...
I have noticed that we all want to be appreciated, admired, adulated when we do something good. But when we do something bad we like people to understand that its not big, show consideration. Or when we are not feeling well, we like to be cared about, we like to be pampered, we like to cheered up.
Why is it so? I know you are thinking its completely natural to think so. But why is it natural? natural because everyone behaves like / expects that?
Ok someone called it ego.. the self.. the intangible thing within each one of us, which expects that it be pampered,cared about,loved, shown consideration when something wrong is done etc... Its to satisfy this intangible thing, that the whole world is in this bizarre rat race... Its this intangible which is the root cause of most of the problems , but is manifested in innumerable number of ways...
Our logic or reasoning is not absolute/impartial. When your ego is hurt, its the ego that drives your logic or reasoning. So you are already seeing the problem in colored glasses, how can you ever expect your reasoning to be impartial? Ego drives the logic /reasoning to pamper itself. Its in this confused state, that most basic problems get complicated, and goes to a state where the starting point is no more important.
The solution although very difficult is conscious thinking at all times... if you can observe your thoughts with aloofness, detach yourself from the actual problem, you can see the problem as it is and not whats manipulated by your ego... Its then that u can actually solve your problem...
Why is it so? I know you are thinking its completely natural to think so. But why is it natural? natural because everyone behaves like / expects that?
Ok someone called it ego.. the self.. the intangible thing within each one of us, which expects that it be pampered,cared about,loved, shown consideration when something wrong is done etc... Its to satisfy this intangible thing, that the whole world is in this bizarre rat race... Its this intangible which is the root cause of most of the problems , but is manifested in innumerable number of ways...
Our logic or reasoning is not absolute/impartial. When your ego is hurt, its the ego that drives your logic or reasoning. So you are already seeing the problem in colored glasses, how can you ever expect your reasoning to be impartial? Ego drives the logic /reasoning to pamper itself. Its in this confused state, that most basic problems get complicated, and goes to a state where the starting point is no more important.
The solution although very difficult is conscious thinking at all times... if you can observe your thoughts with aloofness, detach yourself from the actual problem, you can see the problem as it is and not whats manipulated by your ego... Its then that u can actually solve your problem...
Friday, April 18, 2008
Lost and found!
I had been to IPL's opening match between Kolkata knight riders and Bangalore Royal Challengers today. The opening ceremony was extravagant and beautiful.
The stilt walkers with butterfly wings, beautiful gals enclosed in big balloons, colorful lights, sexy cheer girls who moved their asses rhythmically to kannada and hindi songs, girls hanging to long clothes suspended from the ceiling and performing acrobatic stunts in mid air, shankar-ehsaan-loy's music.... It was a treat for the eyes and ears.
However the match was hopelessly one-sided. Brendon McCullum absolutely slaughtered the royal challengers. I mean it looked like a tennis ball he was batting with, as he batted with so much ease and everything that touched his bat seemed to disapper into the stands. Knight riders posted a huge total. Chasing such a big target of 200+ was not just difficult, but impossible with the kind of team royal challengers have. Having picked mostly either test players or T20 discards by their national teams(Kallis) it was inevitable that they lose. And lose did they so happlessly, being all out for just 82 i guess. I returned home after the 5th wicket of the royal challengers fell.
I could not enjoy much as so many thoughts at the background were grunbling.
Last few weeks have been very hectic. I have been busy at office, or if come home, i would go to meet my fiancee. Even during weekends, i would go to our house being resurrected, get is painted or get electrification checked or get the carpentry work checked etc, or even go to office.
At office, i have had terrible time, have had a row with my team leader and manager. So these days been very hectic and very frustrating at times. Many a times i felt, i was losing touch with myself! I mean i was just going through the motions. although i felt the need for some soul searching I never made myself enough time to it. It had been a pending item for quite sometime, it was of low-priority and all other high-priority tasks preempted this, so could never do it.
Today i returned at around 11pm from the stadium. Could not sleep and as i said the internal grumble had intensified. So sat down thought about the recent happenings. Gave a long and detailed look at every small thing that has happened in the recent past and have silenced the grumbling thoughts. At last i have found myself again.
The stilt walkers with butterfly wings, beautiful gals enclosed in big balloons, colorful lights, sexy cheer girls who moved their asses rhythmically to kannada and hindi songs, girls hanging to long clothes suspended from the ceiling and performing acrobatic stunts in mid air, shankar-ehsaan-loy's music.... It was a treat for the eyes and ears.
However the match was hopelessly one-sided. Brendon McCullum absolutely slaughtered the royal challengers. I mean it looked like a tennis ball he was batting with, as he batted with so much ease and everything that touched his bat seemed to disapper into the stands. Knight riders posted a huge total. Chasing such a big target of 200+ was not just difficult, but impossible with the kind of team royal challengers have. Having picked mostly either test players or T20 discards by their national teams(Kallis) it was inevitable that they lose. And lose did they so happlessly, being all out for just 82 i guess. I returned home after the 5th wicket of the royal challengers fell.
I could not enjoy much as so many thoughts at the background were grunbling.
Last few weeks have been very hectic. I have been busy at office, or if come home, i would go to meet my fiancee. Even during weekends, i would go to our house being resurrected, get is painted or get electrification checked or get the carpentry work checked etc, or even go to office.
At office, i have had terrible time, have had a row with my team leader and manager. So these days been very hectic and very frustrating at times. Many a times i felt, i was losing touch with myself! I mean i was just going through the motions. although i felt the need for some soul searching I never made myself enough time to it. It had been a pending item for quite sometime, it was of low-priority and all other high-priority tasks preempted this, so could never do it.
Today i returned at around 11pm from the stadium. Could not sleep and as i said the internal grumble had intensified. So sat down thought about the recent happenings. Gave a long and detailed look at every small thing that has happened in the recent past and have silenced the grumbling thoughts. At last i have found myself again.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Phew! Relief!
I opened my eyes. A soft yellow light from the street sodium lamp fell on small clock which I always keep by my side while sleeping. It was still 3.30 am. I groaned and closed my eyes. I would get up every few minutes, look up the clock and go back to bed. At 5’o clock I decided I can’t sleep any more, leapt out of my bed and got ready for the journey. My roomies still sleeping dead as log. I put on two sweaters hoping they could annul the cold winds. It was still dark, a few birds were chirping here and there. A dog was moaning some distance away. As I climbed down the stairs the dog sleeping beneath my bike opened its left eye on hearing my foot steps, watched me go towards the gate and closed its eyes again. I opened the gate and moved towards my bike. My hushed voice had no effect on the dog. I shoved it. It cursed me whole heartedly and went away.
I started by bike and sped off. Paper boys were busy sorting their papers in front of the temple. I turned in to the Main road and then there was no stopping. The roads were not completely empty unlike I expected. After riding though the familiar roads for about 50-55 minutes I was out Bangalore. Sky behind me was turning crimson. Fog had started falling. The cold winds were sending chill down my spine quite literally. My fingers were going numb. The moisture in the air I exhaled out was condensing on the windshield and blocking the view. Droplets of water were forming on the outside of windshield and trickling down. I could hardly see vehicles which were 50 meters away. I decided to stop briefly. There was a huge arch of fog over the pond.Moisture in the CO2 I exhaled out vaporized and formed various patterns before disappearing in the fog. It seemed like microscopic ice crystals were bursting on my skin and acupuncturing my face. Water droplets hung on to the tip of the blade of grass. Water droplets on the fresh buds. I trampled on the grass and left behind green patches as I walked towards a tree. And I felt warmth in my body when I was letting that go :) :). Phew! Relief.
This was the first piece of literature i wrote. But dint feel there was it was good enough to publish. But somehow...
I started by bike and sped off. Paper boys were busy sorting their papers in front of the temple. I turned in to the Main road and then there was no stopping. The roads were not completely empty unlike I expected. After riding though the familiar roads for about 50-55 minutes I was out Bangalore. Sky behind me was turning crimson. Fog had started falling. The cold winds were sending chill down my spine quite literally. My fingers were going numb. The moisture in the air I exhaled out was condensing on the windshield and blocking the view. Droplets of water were forming on the outside of windshield and trickling down. I could hardly see vehicles which were 50 meters away. I decided to stop briefly. There was a huge arch of fog over the pond.Moisture in the CO2 I exhaled out vaporized and formed various patterns before disappearing in the fog. It seemed like microscopic ice crystals were bursting on my skin and acupuncturing my face. Water droplets hung on to the tip of the blade of grass. Water droplets on the fresh buds. I trampled on the grass and left behind green patches as I walked towards a tree. And I felt warmth in my body when I was letting that go :) :). Phew! Relief.
This was the first piece of literature i wrote. But dint feel there was it was good enough to publish. But somehow...
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