Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Sachin Tendulkar: A tribute to God

Sachin Tendulkar whom his fans fondly refer to as ‘God’ has retired from ODIs having scored 18,426 runs with an average of 44.83. The inevitable day that everyone dreaded is finally here.

We will miss you, Sir. In all honesty, I thought you would end your career in ODIs right after the World Cup triumph, but to my delight you decided to continue. Incidentally your first and last games were against Pakistan. You have indeed come a full, befitting circle. When a cricketer retires we tend to draw comparisons and try giving a common platform. We live in a world that loves defining things and loathes ambiguity.

So, is Sachin better than Sir Vivian Richards or Sir Don Bradman?
Well, this is a question that I would not like to answer, your shoulders that bore the responsibility and expectations of millions do that in a fitting voice.

It was my father who first introduced me to this game. Back in 1996 when we were competing in the World Cup, I was wondering what the fuss was about, seeing everyone around me jumping up with joy. I did not clearly understand the game by then, but I recognised you then. Who wouldn't? Sachin Tendulkar in 1990s was the most famous word which anyone would identify with. If anyone asked me who my favorite cricketer was, I would immediately reply- Sachin. I was 5 then. I am 21 now. My reply hasn't changed in these 16 years. I am sure it won't change ever.

I have since seen you play in four World Cup tournaments. After the match-fixing debacle in the late nineties, the way you handled yourself in those difficult moments further increased my admiration for you. By the time 2003 World Cup was around, I was your full-fledged ardent follower. March 23rd, 2003's Hindu's Headlines read- Australians are not invincible: Ganguly. I didn't know the meaning of invincible at that point of time and that in a way began my tryst with English. Once I learned the meaning of the world I felt proud. I remember how you got out to the short pitched delivery bowled by Mcgrath. Disappointment was writ in your face. I still remember how you told in that squeaky voice of yours struggling to contain tears, after winning the Man of the Tournament- 'I would have been happier if my team had won.' That was an ultimate example of a team man.

There have been people who have called you selfish. Idiots, forgive them.
That post match presentation showed me the human you actually were. A rare scenario of voice breaking throughout your speech, unable to complete the sentences. You felt you let us down. You made us to believe that too. But the truth was, the rest of the team let you down. You single handedly saved India from embarrassments. You felt responsible for the team's failures. You are a team man. Screw people who say you're selfish, playing for records.
I want to apologize on behalf of every fan who let you down in this whole journey. For throwing stones that you changed into milestones. There have been times when some of us gave up hope on you and you have time and again proved us wrong. We spoke behind your back. There were times when your integrity was questioned. In reply, you have always thanked us and not even hurt us indirectly. If ever we had let you down, we are sorry.

In its tribute to you, the TIME magazine said:
"It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will."

"When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race an F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, (and) Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam," Time was quoted as saying on its website.

"When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to 'open' the Nehruvian economy."

It is a strange feeling that I experience when someone talks or writes about you. I feel proud of everything that you have achieved so far- it makes me feel as though I have achieved all your records and milestones. I believe it is similar with all your fans in this nation whose self confidence grew every time they watched you play. You were that kind of a man. I am sorry not man, God.

I don’t know what I will do now. For a while, I contemplated quitting to watch ODI’s. But I know you wouldn’t want that. I am left with a feeling that we have not thanked you enough for your sacrifices. If you ask me, with all due respect ODI should retire. Or maybe like how in football, the player's jersey numbers are retired, the no.2 slot in the batting line up should be retired. These are crazy and impossible wishes right? Well, you did the impossible over and over again and made us wish as such which is why the fact that you finally won the World Cup gives me a deep sense of satisfaction. It would have been dishonorable for the game itself that its greatest ever student had not scaled its greatest ever peak.

I feel sad for all those who will not have a chance to watch you play, people who aren’t born yet will not know what they missed out on. It still doesn’t sink in, this is happening all too fast, I had always visualised how your retirement would be. You waving to the crowd, with all your team mates carrying you around in their shoulders, much like the 2011 World Cup. But I was not expecting this. The feeling hasn’t sunk in yet.

I will miss you Sachin. I will miss you in that blue jersey. I will miss being nervous when you are in your 90s. I will miss that fielder wearing his Indian cap and with child like enthusiasm stopping the ball from going to the boundary. I will miss you removing your helmet, looking up into the skies and raising your bat to the spectators. I will miss how every time you come out to play, there is a loud cheer from the crowd no matter which country you are playing in. The void you created in ODIs is going to be difficult to fill. Your retirement from ODI’s has in a way ended a part of my childhood. I would like to say more but words fail me now. The bat and the ball in the purest form of the game awaits you for one final spell.

Thank you and Good luck.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A Regal Life sans a Regal Flaw

Laying in the dark, a storm roused in my head
Shattered all hopes of sanity that I had bred
Now dragging me towards a new realm,
Propelled by a force so vicious as to lose my calm.

I wake up with hysteria, to the dawn of memories
A flawed, bleeding vault of memories long lost
A mind without a ruler now facing oblivion's host
Gore-clad words too late to now regret.

Towering constructions with cracked frames,
Abolished theories and emerging ideals.
Bound to secrecy, sworn to wisdom, loyal to fret
Fret of failure, of uproar, and of things beyond,
Yet, most daunting,
that of parting from something dear.

Of delusions, of disharmony, of failings so trivial
These dark alleyways in my mind,
Once filled with regal peace.
Scream with moments of anguish and agony,
All coming to a drunken tale of treachery.

You coursed through my life,
A regal presence, a regal flaw.
From the day I hoped to be free,
Only to be left unable to flee.

Now the day has come to an end
And it's time for you to be a ghost.
A new beginning, a new tomorrow,
With a sense of eternal hope.

Forgotten are the quibbles,
Forgotten are the quarrels.
Sunshine has finally woken me,
To a royal life sans a regal flaw.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

This is not Goodbye


As I dip my pen in the future,
to write about tomorrow.


Here I sit in a seat
That’s reserved to take me to nowhere.
Looking out the through the past,
At the ground that’s growing smaller under me

I am picturing a life,
without my friends by my side.
Could this be heartache
That I’m denying?

Close together, or miles apart,
My friends you all are and forever will be, 
And if I could make another start,
I sure hope you would all be a part.

Like the exploding of a star,
You've changed me in and out,
Your light will travel with me far,
Even after all the other lights go out.

As dreams and wishes do come true,
for I know that someday we'll meet again.
So never forget,
That you will forever be in my thoughts.

All the laughter through all these years,
Will keep me content through a lifetime of sunrises.
So, now I look down and I ask myself.. "So Why?"
"Why do we have to say Goodbye?" :)

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Seize the Day


So here I am at the supposed crossroads of my life. I've been told that this is the next big milestone in my life: My Graduation.

Why am I writing this blog !!?
Out of all the post-graduation advices I've got.. There was one piece of advice that got me thinking and it read something like this,

"You have your whole life to figure out where you are going to live and work. Live a little. You are only young once. But whatever you choose to do, do it whole-heartedly and don’t give up. Find your own path and remember that every other college graduate out there is going through his/her own turmoil just like you."

After thinking about it for some time. I ended up thinking.. hmmm that does make sense doesnt it.
So here we are, in our twenties, thinking that we’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.
Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t live the number of years they expected to.

This is the truth as I see it. Our life as we know it is over. When we were in college, all of us probably felt like it was never going to end. You felt untouchable, invincible, that you could do anything you wanted. Things change. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and as much as we hate it, we have almost no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment.

I've been told that I will have to 'Work' now. Get a job and do stuff people expect you to do.

I Won't !!
People who know me well will tell you that, I hate doing 'Work'.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable. 

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.Why waste the vast majority of my life doing something I hate, so that I can spend the small remainder sliver of my life in modest comfort.
I may never reach that end anyway.

I know there will be some who will say that it is easy for some to write and talk about it.So its up to you to figure out what is best for you..
As for me. I've decided to "Seize the Day". I'll go back to College, I miss that damned life too much. I feel there is still a lot I have to learn and Im not talking about the stuff books teach you. Of all the lessons I've learned in College the ones which mattered are the one I've learned outside the classroom.

So it's up to you to do what you love now. Before you will hate yourself for turning your life into a boring routine.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Socrates - The Perfect Philosopher (well almost perfect)


In ancient Greece (469 - 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.


One day an acquaintance ran up to him excitedly and said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about Diogenes?"


"Wait a moment," Socrates replied, "Before you tell me I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."'Triple filter?" asked the acquaintance.


"That's right," Socrates continued, "Before you talk to me about Diogenes let's take a moment to filter what you're going to say. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"


"No," the man said, "Actually I just heard about it."


"All right," said Socrates, "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about Diogenes something good?"


"No, on the contrary..."


"So," Socrates continued, "You want to tell me something about Diogenes that may be bad, even though you're not certain it's true?"


The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued, "You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter, the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about Diogenes going to be useful to me?"


"No, not really."


"Well," concluded Socrates, "If what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even useful, why tell it to me or anyone at all?" 






The man was bewildered and ashamed. This is an example of why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.


It also explains why Socrates never found out that Diogenes was having an affair with his wife !! ;) :D