Random Thoughts

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...

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...