…shall always be remembered with happiness, sadness, ecstasy, disapointment. Every person in India was glued to the tv screen or cricinfo if the Tv wasn’t available. It was a day when all the cricketing noobs around the world got a taste of Godness of a particular person, besides getting to know the fundes of Powerplay, free hit amongst others. It was a day when a mere mortal took it upon himself to perform a deed which even the Gods couldn’t think of. This was the day when this particular person transcended the boundaries which the Gods have defined for humans, a performance which would be marked as scintillating even by those who observe us from skies above. Had such a feat been accomplished in Mahabharata or Ramayana, the associated imagery by the authors would have been of Gods coming down to Rajiv Gandhi Stadium, Hyderabad and garlanding the master or showering him with flowers from the skies above.
20 years have passed, many moments, many memories have passed, there are matches which almost every fan has by heart. It all started with Karachi in 1989, when the world saw the youngster for the first time, there was that mastery in Old Trafford in 1990, Sydney 1992 (arguably his best innings), Hero Cup 1993 where he showed the first signs of his magical side, 1996 WC where he started to take serious strides towards becoming the best in business (which btw was the time I started watching cricket), 1998 Sharjah aka the time when we knew that we werent witnessing some ordinary mortal, instead it was the God of cricket who was charming us, Chennai ‘99, the epitome of disappointment, 2003 WC, where he again stamped his authority on the spot of the Best, that 186 against the Kiwis in Hyd. Almost any other player would be content to have one such match associated with him like the 281 by Laxman or the Adelaide test which belonged to Dravid and yet this man has been doing it for the past 20 years. He set a benchmark in 1998 and now 11 years later, he comes up with something which could be termed as spectacular if not better than that one.
Everybody knows that there have been 2 Sachins who have played international cricket, one who was a youngster back in 90s whose name was synonymous with terror for bowlers, Shane Warne, arguably the best spinner to have graced the game would definitely agree with that. His innings used to be flashy, commanding, flamboyant, he was jumping out of crease, he was slapping the bowlers for sixes, the pulls that he played were audacious, the last thing on mind when playing a drive was whether its in air or not…
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And then came the Tendulkar of 2000s, a guy who in his late 20s was supposedly the senior most member in the side, a guy who was held responsible for every defeat although similarly cheered for every victory. A guy who didn’t have the cushion of someone like Azhar who was his senior to fall back upon. One who had to effective instead of attractive, his injuries also playing a role in this transformation. The whole of India was flummoxed at this transformation, where was that cherubic boy we loved and adored, instead he was replaced by some sincere statesman of the game. We slowly got used to this new avatar. After all we Indians are used to listening stories of 9 avatars of Lord Vishnu, this God had took just a single new form. Slowly we begin to love him, because although the stepping out to spinners wouldn’t be there, but the gorgeous cover drives were still there with cheeky shots behind the wicket replacing those straight sixes and he was Great as ever and more effective than earlier, when there was always a risk factor associated with his innings. We started thinking its ok, we don’t miss the previous avatar that much now.
BUT, deep within our hearts there is always a collective desire to see him back in 90s mould. We always loved sights of him traumatizing the bowlers, him stepping out of the crease to play that shot straight over the bowler’s head or that pull which would deposit the ball on the roof of the stadium. Although admitting something like this would be a sin, but deep within our hearts and minds, the greed is still there, the lust factor always prevails, each time he comes to bat… there is a secret desire… a wish in our minds and a prayer on our lips that we will get to see the first avatar of the God today and not the latest one.
5th Novemeber 2009 was one such night, you could sense that something speical was in store when he threw the ball on ground in disgust after the last ball of Australia’s innings, after all how many of us have seen him displaying his emotions. I have never seen such a mad rush of people on twitter, FB, Gtalk Statuses. I was always of the view that I must be a bit different to be such a big fan of this person but last night was the night when he dispelled all those notions, guys n girls (yeah girls), cricket fans as well as amateurs, all of them were reciting just one name and there was only one number which people were concerned about i.e 200!
I have always wondered what it must be to be The Beatles but I guess this guy’s life must be more extraordinary than those of those 4 individuals combined. In my living memory, i havnt seen a real life scene as dramatic, awe-inspiring as this one. This is one of the nights I will always remember for the rest of my life , and even though all of India can still feel the pain of last night, but such is the quality of the man, that some years later, this match wouldn’t be remembered as a failure of India, instead it would be seen as the triumph of a man over all things earthly. When Sachin plays in the manner he did last night, the results are mostly inconsequential ( although they definitely count).
Its just a sense of respect for the man which lingers in your mind, a sense of previlige on having witnessed something as Godly as this from a man, who walks the earth and devours the grains just like we do. Frankly speaking I consider myself ill-equipped to be the narrator of events such as this..
Would just end the story here with a line by Rohit(a college batchmate FYI) which describes almost everything which happened last night.
I think God doesnt want Sachin to be God, so he keeps doing such things to him
Which have captured my imagination, and have left me spellbound for quite some time. I love the music, the vocals, the lyrics of both are exemplary and yet the thing I love the most about them is, the message they are trying to convey.
Imagine - Termed by one of my friend as “Probably the most famous song of the Era”. Imagine is Lennon’s appeal to the world trying to convey the most important message whoich needs to be conveyed to people, a m message of love, harmony, peace, brotherhood and a place without boundaries. This song is a sort of extension of the song Give Peace A Chance, in that song he is only asking that peace be given a chance but here he is asking for something more dramatic. He even shuns the concept of religion, asking us to imagine a world without heaven and hell (the basic concept of almost every religion). Rolling Stones rank the song at no.3 in the all Time greatest list. Imagine
Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one
Respect - This is a song by an artist seldom heard by people (in my surroundings) and yet I have fallen in love with the song more and more with every listen of the song. The power in the song sort of pulls you towards itself. The power in the lady’s voice just blows you over. The appeal is age old, its been there since Humans became civilized, she, a woman is asking for the respect she deserves while making you realise that What you want
Baby, I got
What you need
Do you know I got it?
She’s making a point, although the person in her life could be important for her, but it could never be at the cost of freedom. A message which (unfortunately) hasn’t been accepted by the society yet.
This song features at no.5 in the Rolling Stones List
<a href=”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Respect_%28song%29″> Respect </a>
Definitely two songs worth listening and lots and lots of re-listens
PS : Politically incorrect and possibly offensive post.
Perhaps the only word which can garner more eyeballs and ear drums than sex is religion. Religion and Sex, if you ask me to come up with the most famous things in the world then it would be these two, and yet these two words are at different ends of the horizon . The perception of these two is completely different. One is a taboo, other is one who hear about all your life.
Coming to the main topic behind this post, what is religion??
Almost all of us believe religion to be a truth about which you generally dont argue much. Its there to be taken and you are not supposed to be questioning the things, you can question things about religion but you cant question religion in itself. You can always raise questions about the existence of Ram as an individual who was supposedly an incarnation of Lord Vishnu on earth but you dont question the thing called Hinduism (or Islam/Christianity) for that matter.
From what I can make out of religion is, its a set of rules and conditions which are laid down by some great intellectuals and you are supposed to follow/pay heed to them, which in fact could be a very nice funda if not distorted which almost always is the case even with religions like Jainism & Buddhism which were born against such practices. The only problem which I see creeping in religion is, instead of these things being the Directive Principles of living, people are making them rules written on stone, some lines which cant be crossed.
If I had to classify myself, I would neither be an atheist nor a believer in religion. I am a guy who reads Hanuman Chalisa in the morning and yet who doesnt have any problem if a cigarette packet is lying above the Hanuman Chalisa. I have relied on gayatri mantra since my young age to help me when I had a nightmare. I voluntarily TRY not to eat non-veg on Tuesdays, and yet if I have to, then I have to, which is where my conflict with religion starts. Why the hell should I NOT have non-veg on Tuesday, i started believing in the concept because that is what I got from my parents and this has somehow stuck to me. Although I sincerely detest if I am forced to do this.
I have utmost respect for Geeta because its a source of great knowledge and wisdom.
Similarly I respect Ramayana and Mahabharata as Great works but I would put them along with Divine Comedy, Iliad and Odyssey (none of which I have read and neither plan to do so) as great works of literature. I am not even sure about the existence of Ram or Krishna which stops me from considering these books any different from any other form of literature.
Similar is the case with Christianity, why should I start considering a guy who was hanged at the altar and did some acts of , as the son of God? He was a great icon, perhaps the biggest name in the world! But cant Jesus’s influence be compared to Gandhi’s to an extent ? Gandhi gave the policy of Ahimsa to Indians which helped them tolerate the English (and finally drive them away).. Jesus’s contribution was Christianity which helped the people in his time.
Yet, I am not against the concept of something like God, I definitely believe there is something governing the world, it could be a God, it could laws of nature, there in something running the world but I am still not ready to believe that it is your all powerful God, even though I still pray to God when I am in trouble or thank Him when I am happy coz this is inbibed in me because of all these years of training by people around me and I guess I will keep doing the same all my life because after all everybody is afraid of troubles and tries to stay away from them and God gives us some sort of hope that he will keep or steer us away when we are troubled.
Btw just got to know that I complete 4 years blogging. Completed 4 years on 18th the same day my bike completed a month Could read my first post HERE(wasn’t too happy with the college then )
PS: With all regards to my dear Frustoo friends and those who consider me frustoo, pls look at it from another angle
“Naked” a word which implies lust,desire, beauty as well as Disgust, Shame, violation. At the same time you associate nakedness with the poor and the down trodden while even the richest of people, the models and the actors would be the first to come in your mind when you hear the word. That is why I havent ever been able to classify the word “Naked”, this is not a taboo word, and yet somehow you are not expected to talk about incidents which involve The Word in front of elders.
Humans are the only living thing, which require the use of clothing. All animals are Naked and yet even they are surviving quite well and even we the humans changed to these cloth cladding animals from a state of being perpetually naked. I am in awe of the incidents which might have brought about this radical change in the lifestyle of humans, that now being naked is the state in which I feel uncomfortable while if my body is covered upto a certain extend, then I feel more comfortable.
Although seeing a person Naked could be gross or sexy (depending on the gender of the parties involved) but still I personally would feel very uncomfortable in a naked world either its about me being naked or seeing other people naked. Even now most of the people around complain about being made to see the butt crack of someone else.
But my question is why and how did this world become clothed. And which one is our natural habitat now. The one which was actually natural or the one which we have made natural using our own efforts.
I dont think a more beautiful women must have ever set foot on this earth than this dame. She is the perfect woman (when it comes to beauty) anyone could ever ask for. Now I am not a person who observes nuances about other people, so its always the full package for me, So i cant say for sure, if its her large round eyes which captivate or that mischiveous laughter, those tresses flowing down her forehead, the antics, the walk, everything about her makes me more mad
The only grudge I have against B/W cinema is, I could have seen her better in colour movies.. B/W after all seem so surreal.
I would prefer being the slave of this woman than being the lord of a harem . She is just mesmerizing
Zeenat Aman : If you want a combination of Sherlyn Chopra and Katrina kaif, then you need to go back in time to the 70s when a certain hottie named Zeenat Aman ruled the silver screen. Agreed she might not be a great actress in her time, but she is one on whom you will put your money to set the screens ablaze. She is the epitome of Hotness which is coupled with sheer grace and elegance of a queen. If Madhubala is the most b’ful woman of Bollywood, she is the hottest ever. N she can give current actresses a run for their money even at this stage She had it in her not to look vulgar even when exposing much more than her contemporaries HOT
Kajol : Not the conventional beauty, Dark skin is generally not considered a compliment for girls in India, and yet this dusky beauty captured the mind of millions if not billions around the world. She was not the beauty in conventional sense and yet it was her demeanour, her ways, those deep black eyes, those silky long black hair which can even set afire the moon or slow down the sun. Shge definitely an inspiration for poets. One who could bring out the poet buried deep inside your heart
Aishwarya Rai : Arguably the most Beautiful Woman in the world and no doubt the most beautiful Indian woman in recent times. Although all is plastic, superficial and polished about her but in the past. Even thinking of someone in Bollywood more beautiful was a crime. She was The Beauty, the chick, the girl and the woman. The best part about her was her beauty wasn’t pushed on using over exposure, she was decent and yet desirable
Katrina Kaif : She is the one you desire for. She is not a lust object like Bipasha and the likes neither is she the cute girl like Preity Zinta and yet she is sexier than Bipasha and cuter than Preity Zinta if she’s upto it. She is the current standard of beauty, sexy. She is hot,svelte, and nice all at the same time. She is one you long for, each and every inch of her
PS: Honourable Mentions -: Juhi Chawla, Helen, Asha Parekh
PS: Somehow never liked the junta favorites Madhuri, Sridevi, Rekha & Hema Malini
“Generations to come will scarce believe that such a one as this walked the earth in flesh and blood.”
Indian history has had lot of prominent and influential men who have had influence even spanning continents not only the country; ranging from Aryabhatta, Ashoka, Mahavir, Gautam Buddha, Akbar right to Gandhi, and yet when you look back at all these figures, none of them inspire as much awe, mystery, confusion, inspiration as Gandhi does.
He must definitely be the most talked about, most remembered and most famous name in Indian history and yet the irony is, he definitely isn’t the most loved person. Almost everyone you see or meet would have something or the other to say about the man and more than often it could be something against the man. He might be the most famous person but if you think of the most loved person of the nation, then I am not sure if Gandhi will win hands down provided he does so (even which might be doubtful).
Most people (specially the youth) might never agree with using Non-violence and Satyagraha as the means to drive out the English people and yet no one would ever say anything against the principles of the man. Non-violence is one policy which can rarely find a vocal opposer except for may be result oriented stuff (which again Gandhi along with fire brand leaders provided to India). Each and every human being out there would agree that there is nothing better than non-violence and nobody stands to gain anything from violence.
All my life even I have always been anti-Gandhi, always been in favour of Subhas (arguably the second biggest Indian in the Independence movement) – Bhagat Singh fire brand politics. But, the more I read and think about Gandhi, the more I have started respecting the man. True the man had his faults, had his weaknesses but after all he was also a human, he could be pardoned for them.
If there is one topic which never dies, that is Gandhi (although the Govt machinery gets a lot of credit for that), but he is the only person from India in recent past who has had some influence over people around the world, he is definitely the most famous Indian face which brings me to the main question, Can Gandhi be termed the Greatest Indian to have ever lived. Regarding his follies, even the Great Ashoka was a killer machine once. Regarding making Nehru the P.M. of India, one of the things he is criticized for most, I guess even that must not have been a decision made by just the love for Nehru. Gandhi was not some dumb fool, a person who galvanized the whole nation would even have the brains to match, and as far as my logic goes. The country of India and its goodwill was one thing which mattered to him the most, which mean had he found Patel as the more able of two to guide the nation, then one more relation could easily have been given the twist for the sake of nation, after all he threw away a lot of things for the purpose.
There would always be a lot of ifs and buts about Nehru & Patel, but I guess if we chose to go with the wisom of a person in the fight for independence, then I guess that guy might be a but more qualified to have more say in the future of the nation. 2 years younger would cringe on reading this post, praising the man and considering him the Greatest Indian ever… but I guess somethings do change with time.
Got soaked in the rain 4 times, got all of my footwear wet, all jeans wet (nothing to wear), Shelved a few grands, took loans from a dulla, Got caught by traffic police, lost the way, Bike broke, went to DLF 3 times only to find it closed, used gas stove to light smokes for 2 days in a flat with 2 smokers….
It all started with HRC
HRC - Hyderabad
Which was followed by a night of 269.6 n 13.88 secs
And then Maruti came and burping smoke
R-fucking-1
R-fucking-1
B’day
:)
Hookah no 2 (out of 4 for the weekend )
Cafe Mocha
Golconda
Golconda
My fav pic over the weekend
Cute Pic
Clocked ~250 kms over the weekend, covered 1000 kms on my bike
1000 Kms
Jaat came to Hyd had a great eve reuniting and MS ka TV
Had one of my best Trip ever
Events were many, urge to click less (Am no Shrikant you know). and the loss of my memory card in the late hours of day proved detrimental to the health of the pictorial
And yet it was all worth it! N coz of extended weekends like past few am living life from one weekend to other
I can still vividly remember the day when I first saw her, in our college campus. Our college is generally not known for its beauties, so if one happens to come by, it instigates an air of excitement among the guys in campus . This time too was no aberration with people coming from every nook and corner to have a glance. She came and went and yet her image remained etched so sharp in my mind, that at times she would over shadow even the real beauties.
Months went by and i slowly forgot about her, i started getting content with what I had in life. After all college life is always fun and it makes you forget every thing else except fun (specially in last year). I too forgot about her and started to live life as always. After all she was the queen bee, the one all men long for and I was nothing but a pauper, he couldnt even dream of the union.
Months passed by and I again got a sight of her, my feelings again ignited, heart again yearned, yearned for her…
but this time i was more prepared, I had grown, i had started earning, things had changed in my life.Also, my confidence got a huge boost from my parents’ willingness to help and finally, after a lot of wooing, she was mine a few days back..
And now that she is mine, I can spend all my time looking at her while my R15 looks back at me with her unbridled love and affection
Inspired by none other than 
Could read my first post 
