a thought about a thought..

Have you once thought of why you are a fan of Virat Kohli? Or why you support the Celtics? Or why is it that George Clooney is your favorite actor? In many such cases there will be a dozen reasons that can be spit out to explain the what-is-what that led you there. But the time taken for such a like to flower out may vary in many cases. There is this category, where you would have liked something after you have watched it for years under your nose, and then there is the second, the one which attracts you pretty soon, for our mind is oscillating side to side thinking of whatever is in the view and what which was, so curious to tag it under the good or the bad, or the one that can bring you at least the slightest of benefits or not.. Every day is a day of enquiries to all of us , for which the results may take even a lifetime to reveal…And now I am smashed back to the original reason which made me think of all these…I have been a supporter of the Spanish national football team from the time I actually started watching international football games. When I take a look back, I do not find any specific reasons for supporting such a team and as far as I can think, it was just after watching them play once. And my cards did not bring me much happiness during the first half because there was not much happening for my team. The world cups weren’t much of fun to me as my team would never cruise past the quarter finals. Nevertheless, my like for them kept climbing and luckily for me and the prayers of millions, there where some golden years on the chart. Everything started with the 2010 euro cup victory and that was followed in style with the team’s first ever World Cup victory the following year…and now, with the Euro cup going on and my team aiming for a consecutive double, I feel that some likes get their feathers in heaven...you never know when that comes and where that leads you…



All that you may hear is “ Oh…come! , Try the dish before you..” ..And you are gone..

kaaay kaaay aaarrrr...say that loud...

olllaaaaaa...and now we have the new champs...holy baby jeez, that couldnt have been better...a great partnership from Kallis and Bisla...a proof that the ageing Kallis has got some fuel left in him..To hell with all those criticism about pacing his innings...Don't want to forget the perfect finish by Tiwari and Shakib and above all, a great leader Gauti...wish that Narine and the rest of the spinners had a much descend spell..they really turned it for Kolkata in the previous matches...and Sharukh Khan, do you have the energy for the hugs????? I bet it will get tight...

for pete's sake...a change???

Watching the Chennai Super Kings score a massive 190 against the Kolkata Knight Riders may seem as the start of hopes fading... not that it makes much difference anyway to a Royal Challengers fan, but should chennai be let to make another kiss on the winners silverware...i would say NO...when an hour or two washes by, i will get an answer, good or bad is upto Gambhir and his boys to decide...the luck as always will be on Dhoni's plot..sometimes it makes me wonder... why not  "Mr.Mahendra Singh Lucky" try it out at gambling? 

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But, for the good...

"Get used to the bad and the ugly"..that may be the message from the heavens that split open the brains many a time..but then there is a twist..well, mom used to tell me that every story has an ending,good or bad according to what it deserves... and the good ones for sure are worth mentioning...the heroine here is an oldie..more than 80 years by the looks..

It was last Thursday, when i had to go to the nearby town Komarapalayam, with three of my friends for getting some cursed documents( which in this case is not worth mentioning). There is this 8 hour long power cut in Tamilnadu, which are in shifts and we were stuck up in the middle of one of these and had to wait for three hours..That was when the plan of going to the nearby "Bavani bridge" stroked us..so there we were and blessed as the sun was less angry that day..It was in the middle of discussions about the damn power cut, that we saw a small crowd on the other side of the bridge..We ran over, out of curiosity and the first thing we saw was two young men diving into the water to save an old women who, by the time was struggling..Thank god, the river was almost flow less and the young men were in full flow.."Suicide attempt", i heard from one of the ladies and i wonder why the heck she was smiling when she said this.."may be,.. her children forced her out of home" said another. The one thing i understand is that there are always a million reasons to be said in such a situation which i felt like dung in the ears..And at last for all the good in the world, the lady was saved..Then, there was all the scenes like in a movie- police, ambulance and that made the crowd  dissolve fearing questions from the authorities..

"And then, the scenes came back to normal" for pete's sake, would be the last thing i feel like saying because i felt it was always normal. What made me say this was the reaction of the people who saw it with no less amazement than an interesting drama ..Two ladies, washing clothes by the river bank, who i assume were the first people to see this considering the location, had not moved their feet.. They were still busy with their work even when the two young men were fighting in the muddy waters to save the soon-to-be-erased life...''Bloody cold", that is to be called..But after all, when i turned my attention to the young men who breathed satisfaction, i knew that there is still hope on this green planet...... 

the beauty of the blind side...

I knew, i would definitely share a blog post when i was half way watching "The Blind Side"...A definite barnburner...I curse all the reasons which curtained me from watching this one till this day...My mind tells me i should not pit stop to screenplay all those descriptions that i usually spit out in my posts, but drop a "WATCH IT" mail in the letter box....  

BLUE

Once out of bed, felt like i was knocked out on the count of ten when my ears finally adjusted to  the news of barca’s exit from the champion’s league. And where on earth is a worst place for this to happen than the glorious Camp Nou? I know that a million fans like me(even though a gunner, the respect for Barcelona never ends) are hit by a ton of bricks having to bear the pain of a deserving victory slip off the hands in front of the home crowd..Well it is football...No matter if you are undoubtedly; the best team in the world, making others eat the bitter Nou Camp grass. There are times when 74% of possession can mean nothing but blinking number shit. Or was it god in for Terry in the 37^th minute?...for all these never ending crap, let’s not blame Messi , but give a toast to Ashly Cole..accept the nuts and bolts....out of the blue it came...the North London dreams...

     

Deserving hold...

"The Artist" for sure was artistic..the change from silent movies to talking movies depicted with all fiber. A film with a tremendous importance to the facial expressions, there doesn't seem anything degrading the role of  Mr.Valentino and Mrs.Miller. A story told of the old in the old does seem impressing. Read a blog by Shobhaa De in which she describes the movie as boring and gives credit to the dog for its unorthodoxy. I think "101 Dalmatians" would be the one for her..Seeing Dujardin on the screen , i think, gave everyone an idea about a star of the pre-world war time..A black and white"ie in the colored time may seem different, but for the veins and arteries of performance, noting seems far gone....

being Garang...

Out of bed at a time that seems pretty early when looking at the normal, thoughts drove past the Siachen adventures that is going to make the day for me...first of all, there is this talk-show called the farewell..It might just seem awkward when i mention it this way because it is one of the best occasions for the majority...but unfortunately, not in my dramatic college.. what made me use the word talk-show is the experience i had when i attended this anti-glamorous function conducted for my seniors last year and i  had to give a speech representing my department listing our experiences with the seniors..tried hard to make it milk and honey and for Pete's sake,it succeeded...i am bewildered by the thought of what today's situation would be..all those speeches which i expect to arrive makes me think of John Garang, an African leader who used to speak 8 hours nonstop....God bless.....

SUN('s)DAY.....

Now,going back a day.........the charisma of the sunday mass did not stay long. Once out of the church, i was a victim of the anger of the sun. A normal sunny day, it might be called in this part of the ashy world. But i would call it "burning", concidering the fact that I am from the hilly regions of Idukki district in Kerala, where the climate is often a wealth. The green ,the breeze, the chirping of the birds, the smell of just out air....all seemed far and left behind at home, but the feel of the fireworks inside the head. The walk back was like the refugees across the dark continent..To hit the shower was the most convincing thing ever and sent steam out of me ..Lunch was a confusing choice as the stomach never said no to fluids and that barely left space for some rice..the evening gave me life..Was on the phone talking to an angel..... i think that would be the best way to describe her..the allotment certainly had magic...
And then there is this..i had been waiting a long time to watch "moneyball" and it finally happened saturday night...top class by all standards..and did some search about billy beane on google to add up to what i had seen........."watch it" i cry.....    

Kadamakkudi...

Always felt like jumping off a running bus each time i pass a " kallu shappu" ( the local word for toddy shop), traveling through parts of Alapuzha and Kottyam. And that is not just to have a feast of the white "amrithu", but the spicy fish curry and the yummy tapioca.Just thought of writing about this when i shared some pics on FB today. A memorable trip to "Kadamakkudi shappu" in Ernakulam.It is surrounded by water on all three sides, a peninsula.The picture i have added will make it more unclouded. The smell of spice in the air adding more strength to the booze. Any more portrayal  would be counted at the bottom. I wish everyone gets a chance to dig into this real thrills and kicks of being at such a place.

I C U..

“The past has got wings”…that is the thought that dragged me into the desperate world of insomnia. And when I  get drowned in frustration thinking of what i have done, it hits me that  this happens in a phase of life when  I am floating in overwhelming confidence to conquer my world and rewrite all that is ill. The thought of collapsing at this point may be a kind of wrecked consciousness.

What I know, when I blog here now is that there are millions of reasons that strokes me to move on , to enjoy life, to be happy, to be proud and to live with dignity among the best of people that I have around me in this world of mine where many a dream is still left untouched…”I believe I will be a reason 4 may a smile “……….

The beat offfffffffff....

              In spite of all the curtains that were drawn to sustain the inflation of the range of criticism that the Indian sports and athletics has got at times when the tide was a bit low, all but the efforts were unthriving. The recent ban on 7 athletes for use of banned drugs have only made the arena an open graveyard. Like every bad in the world has a follow up of A-OK events, so does our calamitous story. To a greater degree goes  the satisfaction. even though the existent does seem eating the dust..What crystal ball it is the new dimensions to which Indian sports can grow. A young Saina Nehwal ruining her Chinese opponents with a hell of a show with her racket, A admirable Virat Kohli showing the world that Indian cricket has got splendid roots after the time of Tendulkar and Dravid, the pleasing scenes of the Indian hockey team rising out of the bed and the string of hopes for improving the medal tally at the London Olympics are all the needle pointers to the golden book of glory...and time will  prove what a country, racing to the peak of population can do....

what's what....

Sometimes, the most impersonal matters at its slightest dynamism may pilot us into the closed walls, bulldozing us to be part of a world which never existed. We may be floored with the grip of dismay, trying to chip reasons out of a running wheel.  “I am Alive” would be the low pitched tone from the inside that reminds you about the green part of the holy consciousness.  

And why, for all the good and sweet in the world is a solution so deeply buried. At the end of the day, it’s about determining the what –is-what, to get the hang of the care of your loved ones ,that  the real sport of life gathers. It is in rewriting the bad news and the worst played part of the drama that the human life, the most complex creation is all about. An example may not seem far enough and it may lay hiding under the shadow of all men who set foot on this planet of apes.

The time when the heart sings “I can be the better man” is at close quarters.

A story written by the willow...

As it is being said, the great wall of china can be seen even from the moon.I doubt weather the proud Indians would very much stick on to that. The reason, on the other side may seem completely winding in another direction. We Indians have seen a greater wall for the last 16 years. the legendary RAHUL DRAVID. A down to earth miracle, who has earned his own place among the all time greats of the game and undoubtedly, the best test player India has ever had. "No dream is ever chased alone" was his words for all those who supported him throughout his story of success. More than 10,000 runs in both forms of the game explains the story by itself..Also the main man behind India's famous overseas win at Adelaide, Rawalpindi and the Carribean....
           A true legend....My all time favorite Mr. Consistent.


feel like sharing some words said about Rahul Dravid....


There was and is only one Rahul Dravid. There can be no other. I will miss Rahul in the dressing room and out in the middle.
- Sachin Tendulkar

Dravid is obviously one of India's greatest batsmen - great in all conditions - and one who scored runs runs everywhere. From a personal perspective, Rahul is one of the best men I've ever worked with... he's not only a great cricketer, but a great man.
- John Wright

He's probably the nicest guy - no, he is the nicest guy - that I've met in cricket. He's a phenomenal man. He loves the game with so much passion, it's in his blood and in his heart.
- Shane Watson

He was the guy youngsters in the dressing room looked up to. Sachin would always be the guy who inspired awe. But a lot of players knew Sachin was something special, while they could all be Rahul Dravid. Rahul was one of them, working hard - there really is going to be a big void in Indian cricket now.
- Sunil Gavaskar

He was a totally selfless cricketer. He has been very helpful and never said no to anyone and always gave his best.
- Bapu Nadkarni

It's a bold decision. He probably doesn't feel he has no cricket left. He is making way for the youngsters, which is amazing. It's sort of an example for many others.
- Anshuman Gaekwad

There cannot be another Rahul Dravid. He is a legend. As a youngster, I learnt a lot from him. Bowling to him, talking to him, sharing the dressing room...anything cannot be better than that. I personally feel there cannot be another Rahul Dravid.
- Pragyan Ojha

Jam, it was a pleasure & privilege to have played with u and ur presence in the dressing room always added to our confidence. Will miss u lots.
- Virender Sehwag

Congrats to Rahul Dravid on an amazing career! You will be missed. Fantastic person and Cricketer! India's #wall
- Yuvraj Singh

Rahul Dravid retires... cricket loses one of its finest batsmen; sport, one of its finest gentlemen.
- Jeffrey Archer

"Rahul Dravid retires.. the world's most respected cricketer over the last 20 (years).
- Michael Vaughan

"Rahul Dravid-LEGEND!! Plain & simple.. congrats on an incredible career!! India will miss The Wall."
- Kevin Pietersen

Champion on and off the field, showed us all that sky is the limit with hard work, patience and discipline.
- Mahesh Bhupathi

Rahul Dravid is one of the all-time greats of the game. One of the top 5 batters I played against. Lara, Sachin, Ponting Kallis are the other 4.
- Alec Stewart

They say sport serves society by providing vivid examples of excellence. To me the most vivid & dependable has to be Rahul Dravid.
- Shah Rukh Khan

Knew the man behind the bat. Not often do you find a person as exceptional as his achievements.
- Sanjay Manjrekar

Some succeed because they are destined to, but Rahul Dravid succeeded because he was DETERMINED to.
- Navjot Singh Sidhu

Farewell Rahul Dravid - greatest No3 since Bradman. #TheWall
- Piers Morgan

Cricket once was a Gentlemen's game & Rahul Dravid Personified tat. Thanks Rahul for enriching our lives. You'll Never retire in our hearts.:)
- Anupam Kher

Congrats to Rahul Dravid on an amazing career! You will be missed. Fantastic person and Cricketer! India's #wall
- AB de Villiers

Congrats on a Fantastic, Superb International Career! The Great Legend Rahul Dravid !!The wall will be miss!!
- Chris Gayle

Rahul Dravid retires, proof that decent and well-rounded men can excel at the highest levels of sport
- Derek Pringle

Thank you Rahul Dravid, the talent of ur's will be missed which produced outstanding results, and to keep repeating it took character.
- Rohan Bopanna

Congrats to Rahul Dravid on a fantastic career. He can be very proud about what he achieved and the way he went about his business.
- Shaun Pollock

Extremely emotional to see my hero bid goodbye to cricket. Thank You for the memories. Words fail me. You're a legend. #respect.
- Aakash Chopra

The royal Colosseum - My classroom

This continued until the head began to ache and the mind went for the unconquered in its unconscious roll..The air smelt of helplessness and in no long time, it would be Alcatraz.. In the front, the king stood denouncing the laws of the student world. The intent was good as for the rules of the institution, but on the side of the ones stuck to the shaking chairs and dusty tables, it was as if the last star that was glued to the night sky had diminished to testify to the traitor's rules of the starving universe.

A pen in hand made me feel like a gladiator. A book with pages in the color of peace were of no help. The voice of the lecturer came like thundering knocks upon the doors of the brain which became angry and rough, as the hands of the clock ran like a tortoise..Even a clatter of swift footsteps reminded me of a better world. the one which was outside this Colosseum.

I know there would be line of folks behind me whitewashing pages of their destiny, peeping out to see the sun which was once bright and the stars which had given them happiness once....The only flash of satisfaction was the one I read on the side of the blackboard in my classroom

-"last 12 days of engineering"....But for the the bunch of good people with whom i have spend my time, my wonderful friends, life is still an unsung song....

Stuff I should know..

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud...well even though that was not through my mind that these words flew,but the great william words worth, i cannot decline the chances of this striking me on the temple...correction...mind or brain or whatever it is called. A future is not far away. The rainbows that i see in the sky is about to touch me.
Its going to be a different mother earth for me.A story of experiences to be written..To stand out of the birds flying for their nest...its melodramatic as for now..but time...you never know...