It was just another boring day. What? you dont believe me!!!! OK let me admit, it was a very special day as I was planning to book my tickets for the deewali trip. I was searching frantically for any reservation available. I was even prepared to do a break journey. I decided to go via Nagpur as direct reservations were not available. I was hallucinating of me having fun with my childhood friends, my old pals with whom I used to spend my entire summer vacations. I thought of going for a mega shopping with my Maa once I reach home. So, after returning from my imaginary ride to the fantasy world, I mailed my Boss for the leaves and waited anxiously as if a cricket team's captain desires one last single from a tail ender. He called me in the discussion room and started discussing about pending tasks and deadline. I knew at that very moment that this deewali is going to be different. So, after 15 mins of our conversation, I made him happy by saying - "OK, I am not going home".
I am a busy man after all. So what if my family wants me to be there? I am not a gooey person whose only priority is family. No place for emotions here, I have my own goals to achieve, my own tasks to finish, my own ambitions for a good life. Yes, this is what I am, a totally different person. I am not the same boy who cried in the train when he left his home for the first time, I am a matured man now.....
But why am I feeling sick of myself, why I am not able to concentrate on my work, why I don't want to talk to any body. Am I fooling myself? If not, then why my eyes are looking like niagra falls?
All these things pointed to my helplessness as a human being who is so badly trapped that he can't even think of doing things which he likes.
Jeene ke liye socha hi nahi , dard sambhaalne honge....
Monday, September 19, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
The great indian challenge....
At last I scored a 100. Now I can say anything. So what if I clicked against zimbabwe, so what if I always score against minnows. I also scored against Aussies in their own backyard, I had also thrashed a formidable south African attack. All these thoughts must be wavering the mind of our DADA(Ganguly).
As an aficionado of the very game, I can say that Dada has contributed alot to the game. He has been an excellent captain, terrific player and over the years he has provided many delights to watch.
A few days ago, after scoring a patient century, he publicly stated about chapell's request of asking him to step down from captaincy. After this whole media targeted Chapell and bombarded all the questions.
The question that lies unanswered in this whole matter is "What we want ?". Do we want big names in the team? or do we want 15 best players of India to be a part of the team. Inspite of being a Ganguly's fan, I support Chapell's vision. His simple desire is "only 15 best players in the country should be in the team" and if any big player doesn't meet this criteria, he should go back and analyse his competence. So, it's all about do we want century makers or match winners?
comments invited,
Siddhartha
As an aficionado of the very game, I can say that Dada has contributed alot to the game. He has been an excellent captain, terrific player and over the years he has provided many delights to watch.
A few days ago, after scoring a patient century, he publicly stated about chapell's request of asking him to step down from captaincy. After this whole media targeted Chapell and bombarded all the questions.
The question that lies unanswered in this whole matter is "What we want ?". Do we want big names in the team? or do we want 15 best players of India to be a part of the team. Inspite of being a Ganguly's fan, I support Chapell's vision. His simple desire is "only 15 best players in the country should be in the team" and if any big player doesn't meet this criteria, he should go back and analyse his competence. So, it's all about do we want century makers or match winners?
comments invited,
Siddhartha
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Dogs can't speak
700 + 400 =1100. Ok the deal is done. We bought a puppy for Rs. 1100. Some 9 years ago, I spent my whole savings to buy a puppy. My big B and I spent our summer vacations to search for the cutest pup available and our search ended at "Naughty". He filled our lives with joy but just for two days as my parents were not in favor of having a puppy. I cried, argued and tried almost every trick but couldn't succeed. I dressed up and picked the innocent puppy and started moving out of house. But just then, Lights went off, the whole area was as black as the world of a blind girl. So, the puppy was allowed to stay for the night and miracles do happen. In the morning, Mom asked me to keep the puppy with a list of promises that I didn't kept with time. The list of promises included bathing of puppy, looking after his needs and daily needs. I noded my head as fast as I could and finally we ( my big B and me) were able to keep "Naughty" at home.
Now the Naughty pup established various relationships with us. He became mamaji of my cousin's son, my cousins tied rakhi to him. He forced my uncle to consider him as his nephew by continuosly licking his feet. In all these years, he became an integral part of our family. We were so comfortable with him that we never realised that he can't speak to us, yet we were able to understand what he needs and when.
As time passed by, me and my brother left home to make our respective careers and Naughty's whole responsiblities fell on my mother. yesterday only, she told me on phone that Naughty has undergone an operation because of some trouble. He got a few stiches on ear and was unconscious the whole day. I asked her how is he now? she told me that he is playing with neighbor's child. I wanted to talk to him and ask about his health. It may seem a bit funny to others but all these years, he has been just like my kid brother. I played with him, I had beaten him for his mischiefs, he also fought with me by growling and barking if I ever teased him. But all these years, I never realised that Dogs can't speak, my Naughty can't speak.
Now the Naughty pup established various relationships with us. He became mamaji of my cousin's son, my cousins tied rakhi to him. He forced my uncle to consider him as his nephew by continuosly licking his feet. In all these years, he became an integral part of our family. We were so comfortable with him that we never realised that he can't speak to us, yet we were able to understand what he needs and when.
As time passed by, me and my brother left home to make our respective careers and Naughty's whole responsiblities fell on my mother. yesterday only, she told me on phone that Naughty has undergone an operation because of some trouble. He got a few stiches on ear and was unconscious the whole day. I asked her how is he now? she told me that he is playing with neighbor's child. I wanted to talk to him and ask about his health. It may seem a bit funny to others but all these years, he has been just like my kid brother. I played with him, I had beaten him for his mischiefs, he also fought with me by growling and barking if I ever teased him. But all these years, I never realised that Dogs can't speak, my Naughty can't speak.
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