Leisure!

Starry night, with absolute stillness around. Quite peace and unbearable silence. Why? Suddenly, the thought struck, you are alone… Suddenly, the entire meaning of the moments stillness changes to something magnanimous… the undefined and suspended chunk of time, becomes a treasure, soon diminishing, with a rapid speed, now that you realise, it is all yours…

Thoughts rush through to you and all of a sudden, you want someone to share these… contemplate on a call and then, a lethargic sigh and you are on your own… So, what do you do? Look around the room, to see if there is anything that can be used for destroying this peace… idiot box… wow, there it is!!! ON! OK, now that it is on, what is it? Why is time not passing? Oh, uninterested in it. A tiny voice pops in to say, hello, I am here, talk to me… I respect my inner voice and painfully allow it to torture me with its thoughts…

Future… no, I have no interest to think about the copious and tumultuous opportunities…
Life… NO… I am content as is and I DO NOT intend to rupture my peace… How dare you suggest that, though!?
Joke? Oh, please! Did you ever see me cracking a joke?
Random? Mmm, interesting, but random what? I can’t gossip… I can’t slander… I don’t want to crib lest I should lose time doing nothing… I want action…
OK… Action! Mmm, how about a walk on the road? No, might not be safe…
OK… a walk in the garden, no, snakes and it is dirty…
OK, you decide… How about just watching TV? Na, too boring…
OK, multi tasking… lets see TV and read a novel and contemplate on cooking…

That is how it goes, on and on, rambling about nothing, for nothing… Are all the days that pointless? Wonder!

Wimbledon Final 2008

Was that a sport? Man O Man, Rafael Nadal won the Wimbledon, only because he was persistent. Federer, the great, the unconquered master of the grass court, would not have felt intimidated at the loss. Surely, reaching the heights he has reached, he would have understood that the sport is all about the victory for the game and the thrill of the journey towards the destiny and if that is so, he would have thoroughly enjoyed the blistering four and half hour display of enthralling tennis.

I, for one, prayed, cursed, laughed and finally just gave up and enjoyed the match in its complete glory. Every time the match was close to completion, it came bang on. Just when Federer seemed to have realized what was happening, did the match get exciting and painfully entertaining. Nadal, if lost, would never have dared to touch his racquet again, especially after winning the first two sets.. But knowing Federer, the great man he is, one cannot relax and that is exactly what happened. Nadal, kept pushing the game and inching that bit closer to the title, where in Federer was giving his last ounces with blistering returns and inching that bit closer, only to fall back in the race. Somehow, Nadal seemed supreme all through the match, where in Federer gave the glimpses of his greatness starting from the fourth set… The extra ordinary, seemed for once normal, and the clay court wizard seemed to be in one of those elements that refuse to give up and contemplate on the notion of defeat…

Being a hard core fan of Pete Sampras and obsessed about his greatness as a player and champion, and refusing to believe that there can ever exist a player as good as he ever was, I am finally willing to consider that there might be another legend in the making. But, I am just willing to consider, for all I know, Sampras will remain the undominated King Of the Kings... :)