There is no real occasion for writing this post other than the fact that I woke up this morning feeling quite special. Just felt like calling dad up, and telling him how much I appreciate the freedom he gives me.
I was reminded of an occasion six years ago when Sachin creamed Wasim, Waqar and Shoaib to all corners of the park in the 2003 world cup. Six of my buddies and me followed every ball on the idiot box. It was entertainment at its best, excellent food..... nice drinks to accompany and the best company on the planet..... foul mouthed, nationalistic, cricket crazy men. My closest buddies since school.
After Rahul sealed the win with a pull to the boundary, the six of us took off to celebrate in the way Hyderabad knows best... bikes and cars full of happy hooligans under the night sky; all praise for our heroes, and curses for the entire breed of our peers across the border. That was the time when Sourav had changed the face of Indian aggression with his 'topless act' at lords. Necklace road was jammed that night, nobody minded. Eleven kilometres of road in the heart of the city packed to the rafters. Nobody was in a hurry to get home.
There we were without a care in the world hugging random people, discussing the finer points like experts of the game. I returned home at 2 in the night, there was my dad who was as thrilled as me. We spoke for a while and then slept.
The next morning, I gave my Mathematics board exam for class 12.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Closure
I have a very high need for closure. I hate being in limbo. The world to me is much better when it is Black or White, grey does not make sense. I love being immersed in work or deep in slumber, lingering feels like a cardinal waste. I am not for a moment suggesting that I do not enjoy the chase. It is the most excitable part of the hunt. I just dont enjoy the ever lasting wait. The art of waiting is just lost on me, probably the cocktail of elements in a being that turn him into a connoisseur were juxtaposed in such a contorted fashion that they all ended up in my stomach and below.
An individual’s desire for a quick answer as opposed to enduring ambiguity sometimes leads to irrational, and even erratic behavior. The need for instant gratification of information to facilitate decision making, which in turn caters to the feel of control. This coupled with the absolute sense of mastery is what endears the machine with silicon in its head to me.
I believe the worst experience ever is a state where there is no hope, when there is nothing to look forward to and everything to look back at. The state of being a vegetable, and the only thing you have is time... the most cruel enemy of them all. People are against the death sentence.... I am against the process of execution. Time does not run out for a convict on the death row, it would stretch like a rubber band. A mercenary in that sense is far more humane than the judicial system at large.
Closure to some is happening as we speak. How it can happen to another with a few grams of yellow metal on a string is hard to grasp. Another twelve hours and the chapter shall be closed. This is the part where we use Aesop's inputs and cry "Sour Grapes". Just bear with it; will ya?
An individual’s desire for a quick answer as opposed to enduring ambiguity sometimes leads to irrational, and even erratic behavior. The need for instant gratification of information to facilitate decision making, which in turn caters to the feel of control. This coupled with the absolute sense of mastery is what endears the machine with silicon in its head to me.
I believe the worst experience ever is a state where there is no hope, when there is nothing to look forward to and everything to look back at. The state of being a vegetable, and the only thing you have is time... the most cruel enemy of them all. People are against the death sentence.... I am against the process of execution. Time does not run out for a convict on the death row, it would stretch like a rubber band. A mercenary in that sense is far more humane than the judicial system at large.
Closure to some is happening as we speak. How it can happen to another with a few grams of yellow metal on a string is hard to grasp. Another twelve hours and the chapter shall be closed. This is the part where we use Aesop's inputs and cry "Sour Grapes". Just bear with it; will ya?
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
If only....
Its quite a while now since I lost the elections at IIML. Boss contacted me the other day, and willed me into writing a speech. The speech was to be delivered by the president of the Indian School of Business on winning the elections.
Those 300 words were the ones, I would have delivered had I won.
Start:
Hello friends. It gives me great pleasure in standing in front of such an elite lot, and claiming that I have the trust of a majority. Unlike my previous speeches, this one is not about making promises or telling you why I am ‘The Smartest’ chap on Earth. My speech will not be longer than Ganguly’s stay on the cricket pitch. Let me have your attention for the next couple of minutes.
We did have some awesome fun in the past few days. This election had all the makings of a thriller. Both me and my esteemed rival had our set of minions. I wish to first extend my deepest appreciation to all those who were in the opposition camp. You guys sure had us on the edge. The time has now come to join hands, and take the baton forward.
As the president of this prestigious institution, it is my foremost duty to ensure that the will of its residents are carried out. I have already been handed a list of demands which need to be satisfied by the end of the term; add to the innumerable promises I have made, and we have a list that is longer than what Santa Claus receives every year. But ‘Father Christmas’ does not disappoint; does he?
The student council is a composition of the batch’s representatives but unlike our government counterparts, we neither have the luxury of ‘surplus funds’ or time. The promises I have made this time are different, in the fact that none of them have been done before. Not because there wasn’t a president like me but because there wasn’t a batch like YOU.
Uh, Oh! The Umpire has just lifted his finger. Thats about it guys. Do come for the party tonight!
Damn, If only I had won....
Those 300 words were the ones, I would have delivered had I won.
Start:
Hello friends. It gives me great pleasure in standing in front of such an elite lot, and claiming that I have the trust of a majority. Unlike my previous speeches, this one is not about making promises or telling you why I am ‘The Smartest’ chap on Earth. My speech will not be longer than Ganguly’s stay on the cricket pitch. Let me have your attention for the next couple of minutes.
We did have some awesome fun in the past few days. This election had all the makings of a thriller. Both me and my esteemed rival had our set of minions. I wish to first extend my deepest appreciation to all those who were in the opposition camp. You guys sure had us on the edge. The time has now come to join hands, and take the baton forward.
As the president of this prestigious institution, it is my foremost duty to ensure that the will of its residents are carried out. I have already been handed a list of demands which need to be satisfied by the end of the term; add to the innumerable promises I have made, and we have a list that is longer than what Santa Claus receives every year. But ‘Father Christmas’ does not disappoint; does he?
The student council is a composition of the batch’s representatives but unlike our government counterparts, we neither have the luxury of ‘surplus funds’ or time. The promises I have made this time are different, in the fact that none of them have been done before. Not because there wasn’t a president like me but because there wasn’t a batch like YOU.
Uh, Oh! The Umpire has just lifted his finger. Thats about it guys. Do come for the party tonight!
Damn, If only I had won....
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