I couldn't find a better superlative for the master class from The Genius. The first ODI double. Many more records were broken in the process. Even after more than 5 hours, I am yet to control my breath. Just done with the highlights of this sheer Master's work which tore SA bowling in pieces. All Set to see the longer version of highlights of Indian inning now.
He is gradually setting the batting (and cricketing) standards higher, inning after inning. When we lost to Aussies even after Master scoring 175 in Hyderabad, I thought that was the closest instance he came across in the recent past to set this record but we even went on to loose the match. I didn't imagine that inning left more hunger in him - to score more, to dominate a quality attack and to redefine perfection. I was dumb as I couldn’t interpret his words in the award ceremony in that match as he said in a heavy voice “…I care about playing for India”. I couldn’t infer his intentions to go for the bigger one.
Warne was right to say after today’s inning “…Glad I'm not bowling to him today” and it was Styen and company who bore the ruthlessness, who blew away in the storm today which’ll definitely last right in their minds for a long time, if not the whole life.
Though he has nothing to prove, it is his modesty when he dedicated this inning to The India, To the Indian People.
I wont say it took more than 20 years to achieve this rather I’ll look in this way - When no one seems touching the double figure in ODI (though many came a bit closer to it) he took the onus himself and completed the task. A benchmark!
Take a bow, God!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
German Bakery - Terror Strike or Accident?
Coffee, Conversations and Chemistry - three words come to my mind each time I used to hear about this place.
I, many times, planned to visit it but for some reason or the other I never had a chance to be there. The closest one is today afternoon, just couple of hours before the blast, when we were there but this time too; we changed our plan at the last moment and chose to eat somewhere else.
The place which remains always packed with foreigners, Osho commune visitors and the normal localites, German Bakery is a hot favorite. Hot favorite of everyone. It serves clean and fresh food and had (and I am sure will have again) great ambiance too.
Whatever be it is - a terror strike or an accident - very sad for all those who are the causalities, who got injured, who are affected.
May god bless all the deceased and lets hope for the minimum possible casualties onwards.
I, many times, planned to visit it but for some reason or the other I never had a chance to be there. The closest one is today afternoon, just couple of hours before the blast, when we were there but this time too; we changed our plan at the last moment and chose to eat somewhere else.
The place which remains always packed with foreigners, Osho commune visitors and the normal localites, German Bakery is a hot favorite. Hot favorite of everyone. It serves clean and fresh food and had (and I am sure will have again) great ambiance too.
Whatever be it is - a terror strike or an accident - very sad for all those who are the causalities, who got injured, who are affected.
May god bless all the deceased and lets hope for the minimum possible casualties onwards.
Friday, January 1, 2010
A Letter to Aamir!!
Thanks a ton Mr Aamir for giving us a laughing-our-heart-out kinda enjoyment through your latest flick – ‘3 Idiots’. You did it, yet again! You stamped your authority on millions-of-your-established fans. You won many new ones too.
However, in the process, you lost your credibility. Credibility of being called 'Mr Perfectionist'. Credibility - in front of handful of readers as well as movie viewers like me. Yes, you are losing credibility because of not giving credit to a person who inspired the movie. Chetan - the man with the original idea, the creator of a simple book which game me, and I am sure for most of others, a new perspective of spending college life.
No one is denying here about the credit for Abhijat, Raju and everyone who effortlesly worked for almost 3 years and contributed to this magnificant piece of cinema. However, It is very unfair to claim (read misguide) that the movie is only 2-5% based on the book. Atleast not in front of whom who've read FPS.
And even if somehow I consent my mind of your claim that you didn’t read FPS (which is very contrary given your track record of indulging yourself so-much in a role) then how could you be so confident and make a statement like ‘The movie’s starting point is the book ...’? And then you went on saying (to Chetan) that ‘Don’t bother because the script is very different from the book…’. Ofcourse, it’ll bother. Atleast to the person who gave the birth of new ideas, new ways to look into education system, new ways to live life.
I can’t measure distress and anguish the writer went through after he and his family waited through nearly 3 hours to the very end. They saw his name was zooming past in a jiffy in the very end when almost the entire theatre became empty (Read this ..). Although it was shear entertainment for rest of the crowd in the move hall but, for him, it must have been like everyone was laughing only on him – for expecting a credit note in the beginning (too much Hollywood dosed poor guy!), for expecting a respect of the original work (too much from a Bollywood dosed fellow, poor guy!).
Now on, for me and on behalf of no one, you are an actor by all means but an artist..well I am not sure by any means.
However, in the process, you lost your credibility. Credibility of being called 'Mr Perfectionist'. Credibility - in front of handful of readers as well as movie viewers like me. Yes, you are losing credibility because of not giving credit to a person who inspired the movie. Chetan - the man with the original idea, the creator of a simple book which game me, and I am sure for most of others, a new perspective of spending college life.
No one is denying here about the credit for Abhijat, Raju and everyone who effortlesly worked for almost 3 years and contributed to this magnificant piece of cinema. However, It is very unfair to claim (read misguide) that the movie is only 2-5% based on the book. Atleast not in front of whom who've read FPS.
And even if somehow I consent my mind of your claim that you didn’t read FPS (which is very contrary given your track record of indulging yourself so-much in a role) then how could you be so confident and make a statement like ‘The movie’s starting point is the book ...’? And then you went on saying (to Chetan) that ‘Don’t bother because the script is very different from the book…’. Ofcourse, it’ll bother. Atleast to the person who gave the birth of new ideas, new ways to look into education system, new ways to live life.
I can’t measure distress and anguish the writer went through after he and his family waited through nearly 3 hours to the very end. They saw his name was zooming past in a jiffy in the very end when almost the entire theatre became empty (Read this ..). Although it was shear entertainment for rest of the crowd in the move hall but, for him, it must have been like everyone was laughing only on him – for expecting a credit note in the beginning (too much Hollywood dosed poor guy!), for expecting a respect of the original work (too much from a Bollywood dosed fellow, poor guy!).
Now on, for me and on behalf of no one, you are an actor by all means but an artist..well I am not sure by any means.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Dark side FOR a woman
Yesterday I and my friends were arguing over whether we should 'choose' a working woman or housewife. But does it really a matter of choice for man only? In our Indian society, if we go with majority, why can't girls approve and reject boys in the same way boys do??
Anyways, without drifting from the original topic, for me it seems to be a selfish decision of choosing a housewife over a working woman. Every woman is not built in the same way - stay home and wash somebody's socks. I am not considering, here, the fact that there are lots of luxuries now a days for woman to finish her household work quicker and without much effort. But cleaning clothes, house or making food in lesser time; is it really a luxury for her?
With due respect to our Indian values, She ought to live with her husband and kindly, claiming nothing as her own property, but preserving and protecting his bed; this protection contains all. In a bee-ring manner she should bear any stroke of fortune that may strike her husband; whether he is unfortunate in business, or makes ignorant mistakes, is sick, intoxicated. She should likewise patiently bear his husband's anger, his parsimony, complaints he may make of his destiny, his jealousy and whatever other faults he may inherit from his nature. All these she should cheerfully endure, conducting herself towards him with prudence and modesty. A wife who is dear to her husband who truly performs her duties towards him but do woman only exists to perform all these 'duties'? Isn't it egoistic from men side??
About duties of true Indian woman, I read somewhere - "A girl, a young woman, or even an old woman should not do anything independently, even in (her own) house. In childhood a woman should be under her father's control, in youth under her husband's, and when her husband is dead, under her sons'. She should not have independence. A woman should not try to separate herself from her father, her husband, or her sons, for her separation from them would make both (her own and her husband's) families contemptible...."
Isn't this time to change all these sayings and myths about the Indian woman? Who do men continue to think in the same way?
If we sit back and start finding answers to al the above questions, the only thing came to my mind - men wants to continue his dominance over woman for the ages.
In the present civilization, where we expect women to take part in all the social or corporate activities, isn’t this attitude preventing us to think beyond where women can go rubbing shoulders with men??
Comments welcome...
Anyways, without drifting from the original topic, for me it seems to be a selfish decision of choosing a housewife over a working woman. Every woman is not built in the same way - stay home and wash somebody's socks. I am not considering, here, the fact that there are lots of luxuries now a days for woman to finish her household work quicker and without much effort. But cleaning clothes, house or making food in lesser time; is it really a luxury for her?
With due respect to our Indian values, She ought to live with her husband and kindly, claiming nothing as her own property, but preserving and protecting his bed; this protection contains all. In a bee-ring manner she should bear any stroke of fortune that may strike her husband; whether he is unfortunate in business, or makes ignorant mistakes, is sick, intoxicated. She should likewise patiently bear his husband's anger, his parsimony, complaints he may make of his destiny, his jealousy and whatever other faults he may inherit from his nature. All these she should cheerfully endure, conducting herself towards him with prudence and modesty. A wife who is dear to her husband who truly performs her duties towards him but do woman only exists to perform all these 'duties'? Isn't it egoistic from men side??
About duties of true Indian woman, I read somewhere - "A girl, a young woman, or even an old woman should not do anything independently, even in (her own) house. In childhood a woman should be under her father's control, in youth under her husband's, and when her husband is dead, under her sons'. She should not have independence. A woman should not try to separate herself from her father, her husband, or her sons, for her separation from them would make both (her own and her husband's) families contemptible...."
Isn't this time to change all these sayings and myths about the Indian woman? Who do men continue to think in the same way?
If we sit back and start finding answers to al the above questions, the only thing came to my mind - men wants to continue his dominance over woman for the ages.
In the present civilization, where we expect women to take part in all the social or corporate activities, isn’t this attitude preventing us to think beyond where women can go rubbing shoulders with men??
Comments welcome...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
GLOOMINESS...The very first blog of my life
I am not even sure of what we really discuss in the blogs but I have a clue that if I feel to type something, go to some blogspot but now, when I am finally here, at Blogger.com, nothing seems to be coming to me.
Please allow me to introduced myself. I am the person who kept analyzing himself and his life more than anything that come across his mind. I, sometimes (or most of the time), feels that I am very blessed and happy with this life and given so much that I couldn't think beyond the boundaries of happiness. BUT, any other time, I hit upside my head and start loosing balance for quite a while. The lessons that I mugged for being happy, starts fading from my mind and this is when life seems to become monotonous or, in honest words, boring. And the challenges, those I felt blessing, suddenly starts creeping. At this point of time, one corner of my heart starts anticipating of someone who will come to rescue and will help me to find myself again.
I am sure you are becoming lost in translation?? I know that I dont have any right to call you selfish as you started searching yourself when I am introducing myself. I know this is not just about me or you or anyone else. This is how the life is.
May be, everything appears complex but I found easiest way of being happy is - to feel this complexity, to feel the sadness and to feel the boredom. This is the time to explore all gloominess living in myself. On this relatively cold and dreary friday, I realized that winter is officially on its way and it delighted me a bit. I am a winter boy and end of winter usually brings an annual dimness to my life. Every year I try to protest that winter is actually over. But, inspite of being enchanted, at this point of time I can't decide whether to go with Linkin Park or with Pink Floyd or with Ghulam Ali.
May be this is time to sit back and enjoy the feeling of getting nostalgic.
Comments welcome.
Please allow me to introduced myself. I am the person who kept analyzing himself and his life more than anything that come across his mind. I, sometimes (or most of the time), feels that I am very blessed and happy with this life and given so much that I couldn't think beyond the boundaries of happiness. BUT, any other time, I hit upside my head and start loosing balance for quite a while. The lessons that I mugged for being happy, starts fading from my mind and this is when life seems to become monotonous or, in honest words, boring. And the challenges, those I felt blessing, suddenly starts creeping. At this point of time, one corner of my heart starts anticipating of someone who will come to rescue and will help me to find myself again.
I am sure you are becoming lost in translation?? I know that I dont have any right to call you selfish as you started searching yourself when I am introducing myself. I know this is not just about me or you or anyone else. This is how the life is.
May be, everything appears complex but I found easiest way of being happy is - to feel this complexity, to feel the sadness and to feel the boredom. This is the time to explore all gloominess living in myself. On this relatively cold and dreary friday, I realized that winter is officially on its way and it delighted me a bit. I am a winter boy and end of winter usually brings an annual dimness to my life. Every year I try to protest that winter is actually over. But, inspite of being enchanted, at this point of time I can't decide whether to go with Linkin Park or with Pink Floyd or with Ghulam Ali.
May be this is time to sit back and enjoy the feeling of getting nostalgic.
Comments welcome.
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