Random Thoughts

Now shadows grow longer, and there's so much more yet to be told But we're not getting any younger, so let the part tell the whole Now the players all wear colours, the circus is in town And I no longer can go down there, down to that sacred ground He was more than just a batsman, he's something like a tide More than just one man, he was half the bloody side Fathers took their sons 'cos fortune used to hide In the palm of his hands; in the palm of his hands That’s Bradman’s song. Sir Don Bradman…. Was reading anecdotes about him and was reading a few memories from all corners of the world. Few gave me goose bumps and few made me feel human. Wonder why we can never produce a sport star like that. With records to prove his brilliance and no words necessary to describe them. We have many greats, be it cricket or be it other sports, but none have the consistency of this wonderful man and it makes me really sad, that a country the size of India and having a population ...

Sometimes, it happens that one’s best is just not enough. That is when you are hit with a wave of nausea and panic. All of a sudden, you want life to be organized and disciplined. You want to make the most of the opportunity because you suddenly realize that you are just drifting and that you need to be focused. Sometimes, you hopelessly fall into a pit of depression and self-pity or it could be hatred for self and that many cannot understand what is wrong and why all of a sudden one has this leaden weight in their heart and conscience. A lot of times, we give in to our whims, only to realise that it was not a best choice. As humans, we err and we make mistakes. Learning from them is important. But then, there is this piece of conscience that keeps popping up. One can forgive anyone and everyone, but not one self. True, one cannot forgive oneself. But then, the question is that, is the blame worth it or no? Life, by all means can never be easy, especially for people who regard them...

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...

Lovely! Absolutely lovely! Watched TV after a very long time and it was worth a watch. French Open finals. Missed the first set and half and I cribbed big time for that. But, sat through and watched the half and third set, all the while willing Nadal to win the match. And, boy, did he win! Roger Federer, the unconquered king of tennis vs Rafael Nadal, the undisputed clay court champion. It was a match with uneven bets. Federer has his set of armoury and Nadal his and it is always fascinating, when these two contested against each other. Today, Federer, master of his destiny, seemed a mere spectator to the splendour and the grandeur of Nadal’s display and it was worth a watch. Since it is one Roger Federer at the other end, it is not a great match to watch, but painfully glee, if one can understand the feeling. And since Nadal has won with his splendid display of clay court mastery, let me just celebrate it by paying a tribute to the hero. What started of as a match between equals, went...

I don’t have tears to hold back I knew it a while ago, This is not to be the dream I wanted… Here I stand... in the aftermath, hunting a meaning… Hell, this is not what I want But, this is it… the end… Nothing more to do… I say no more… I smile and I smile… A smile for nothing A smile at nothing…

I wish, I were your eyes, I would understand you much better… I wish, I were your nose, I would breathe-in your favorite scents… I wish, I were your heart, I could be your life… I wish, I were your feet, I would tag along with you, times immortal I wish, I were your tear, I could die on your lips... I wish, I were your smile... I could stretch to your eyes and chase away your grief… I wish, I were your voice, I could forever murmur in your heart… murmurs of love I wish, I were your whisper, I would forever whisper… whispers of hope I wish, I were your memory, I could stay forever in your heart... I wish, I were your deepest desire, I would engulf you in an eternal bond… I wish, I were your triumph, I would glow as your pride… I wish, I were your failure, I would make you strong… I wish, I were your hope, I would never let you down… I wish, I were your fire, I would burn your weakness… Alas, I am not any ...