Delightfully vague...

This is an open letter to Mr. Sean Abbott. For reference Mr. Abbott you do not know me. Mr. Sean Abbott, We are a family of sports men and women and our love for sports is not restricted to international boundaries. Cricket is a religion in India. And it does not distinguish between nationalities. We did not personally know Mr. Philip Hughes. All we knew about him was when he played for Mumbai Indians. We had also heard that he was the youngest player to score to score back to back test centuries. We Indians grieve for a life lost young and pray for his family too! You on the other hand knew him as a team mate, a fellow cricketer and an Australian. You shared moments and thus memories! Mr Abbott we feel so much for you that it is more than prayers. It is concern for a young man who has his long life ahead. We cannot and do not claim to speak on behalf of Mr. Hughes. We have read so much about him that we all feel him to be a lively chap; someone you would want to be be around ...

I guess the sheer brilliance of my Sophia's English teacher always makes me use a dictionary whenever I think of a word, topic or a concept. So, as usual looked it up too; and was not so pleasantly surprised to see there are lots of variants of that term too. it is like gregor mendel extended his fruit fly experiment everywhere in this world. I guess this is now not so much about defining friends/ friendship but to reminisce about only the friends who contributed lots of chunks of their lives into my cauldron of life and who would always be important, even if I ain't in touch with them. My earliest memory of a friend is of DS, my class 2 friend. though i don't think i knew the meaning of the word friends or even knew if we were friends. All I knew that she would recite her tables with me, sit together in class and in photographs, we would and share coughs and stys. Sanju told me that Dharna was pretty and i was the Chinese lily with poisonous touch. Difficult to avoid an...

When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one. This collective mind of theirs helps them achieve the impossible. Hum - We!  Can we do something on our own without taking even a gram of help from anyone? Except breathing, I do not think I know of any other activity which does not involve the contribution of others. I know this for a fact! But for our 'Aham' (Sanskrit for Ego) we believe that we can do anything alone as we are too powerful to be. but the moment we say 'I' we negate all the contributions of all around us.

So, today was supposed to be the day where I could get sunlight soak the pores of my left arm.it sure felt like that way when I visualised my arm free of the Plaster of Paris which has sat heavy on it for the past 3 weeks. But it was not to be! Date shifted off. You know words like these helped to keep it going....No, no I never did pity myself nor did let anyone else do it. Bought more clothes than I did an entire year! And always kept something on my WANT List! But, I wished I could go to the Raahgiri day tomorrow! But that was not to be. Ok, any Sunday would do! God! In the hospital I met someone with an ligament injury....Real painful. Obviously, my pain doesn't really bother me when I see people hurt bad. In a hospital, my bitter side just disappears. A new PATIENT Me appears! I really dig that Me! But apart from the hospital I am the Warrior Me! So, went to pick up Pillow cases, Pink and Peach! I also realised today that I dislike Peach in all shades, so far. While ha...

A night spent adjusting my arm led to little discomfort, but I slept fitfully, surprisingly so. I had been quite hard on myself and pushing myself off. So, this was a nice sleep, though less painful than I expected it to be. Wasn't that good? Went off for my language class to meet my wizened old professor. An excellent teacher who is quite jovial. Inspite of his physical ailments he hasn't let his outlook towards life go gray. He had been on dialysis for over a decade now and recently had a cataract operation. So, seeing someone dedicated in his profession gave me immense energy to begin my day. Secondly I did not want to miss my classes for a dumb sprain. Coming back home, I realised I had to go back to take a specialist's opinion. I did go there, got confused trying to locate the department where I wanted to go. Finally when I reached the location, the reception told me to get the initial documentation done from some other place. And in all such places reasoning does...

It was a normal humid morning, more humid than its preceding days. I had bought a new Nike sports running apparel in Cobalt Blue on Sunday from a online selling site and received it on Monday. I loved it. I had worn it on Wednesday. On Wednesday afternoon, I kinda smudged my car. The most important thing in the world TO ME. That evening I met a college mate after 15 days though we have been talking off and on. Probably discussions on her impending wedding to different guys each year has been the highlight of our conversation. So, Wednesday evening was spent in retrospection. Felt good and bad and funny and and messed up; all at the same time. But I guess being sad topped my list! It barely beat anger to reach the top position. But, I did meet a cute guy who was so happy that Man U lost 4-0 that he teased me mercilessly about it. But his cuteness did me in.  Then he went to the airport with his Dad in tow. So, overall My Day ended on a painless note. Cute guy: overshadows a...

I am IT's manifest! I am here to feel and live IT. To conceptualise the magnum of IT's realm IT has decided to let me be. I am tied to IT by a string. Not a chain, not a rope. But a mere string as intangible as my thoughts, as fragile as the morning dew yet as strong as my love for IT and yes! as tangible as my existence. The string doesn't tie me down, bind me off. The string gives me the foundation on which my dreams have a rock solid base. The string just enforces my belief in the face that I belong to IT.