Friday 15 November 2013

Sir Sachin Tendulkar - the Star!

I am not a fan of cricket. My story is similar to a few people who lost interest in the sport when match-fixing came out in the open. To correct myself, I am an ex-fan. There was the 'felt-betrayed' phase followed by the depression and ultimately the 'i-don't-care' phase towards cricket.

After these underhand dealings surfaced, I hardly followed the game. I was content with the updates when milestones were recorded in the cricket and around these events, I would be drawn to the sport like a moth to flame. There are the star-players, who I enjoyed watching in action - MS Dhoni, Yuvraj, Dravid, Bhajji, Gayle (after the famous 'gayle-ic storm'). But it was transient. Sachin, undoubtedly, was the highlight for me. If it is an interesting match and has the devouts on the edge of their seats, but doesn't have Sachin on the screen, I just shrug and turn around. Secretly I would chase Sachin's records, and the relevant cricket info to stay abreast of the happenings. More so because the people around me spoke cricket!

In retrospective, I feel, the reason I retained the little interest in cricket was because of sportsmen like Sachin, Dravid, and Kumble, in that order. When Anil Kumble retired from active cricket, I was surprised. Having grown up watching him play, the thought that he would have to do something as absurd as "retire", had never even crossed my mind. Cricket meant these players, period. After this was Dravid's turn. When Dravid left the field for a different role in the game, I knew we were growing up. Now, here is the God, announcing his cross-over from active play to a "being-around" role. Yes, yes.. Sachin is not going to fade out into something as trivial as "being-around", but for me at this point it is as overwhelming.

Sachin, for a far-off fan of cricket such as I, you are cricket to me and you are the reason I respect the sport and follow it. I do not know if it would be the same henceforth. Love and respect, Sir Sachin!

Tuesday 2 July 2013

Feeling the Fight Club feeling

It perhaps feels euphoric to thrash someone, like, real heavy punches and broken bones and all. But the bloody mess left afterwards, would make me want to wake that person out of his unconsciousness and kick him in the shins again for making me create that mess.. [Do I sound twisted?!]



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Monday 17 June 2013

"Introduce yourself" and finding my way through it.

The thought of blogging had always been on my mind but my laziness got the better of me and never quite started one. I did; however, note down the topics on which I would like to write but, err... that was about it. Just wrote down the titles.

Today, at last I have successfully brought myself to figure out the labyrinthine ways to create a blog. I scroll through the first few fields- name, DOB, user ID password, blog address, introduction - that was it! The moment I saw this field, I lost interest. The "About me" field anywhere has always been a tough one for me.
In school, you join in a new club - introduce; enter college - introduce; want to learn a foreign language- " cool!" I sign up and the first class - "presentez-vous!"; Applying for a job - Tell me about yourself; MBA - Introduce and the trickiest of all, when you succumb to a typical Indian arranged marriage, the "describe yourself" in matrimonial pages. aarrgghh..! makes me want to rip myself apart...

Frankly speaking, I have never answered this question in all honesty and I doubt that everyone does. The "fine-tuning" may vary in intensity from person to person; but, mostly an introduction is sort of a "make-up". The intentions, however, may not necessarily be vile.

I thought, it is perhaps the fear of not being accepted by a desired community or a group, that makes us twist and manipulate the real person that we are. Unintentionally, we behave differently with different people so that we do not violate any "social protocol". A thought started forming. I asked myself, why does our introduction change as regularly as we give it; sometimes, even altering the core traits? Ruminating over this, I realised that as we meet new people, face new situations, we are continuously in the process of adapting; learning and unlearning. In this process, we get influenced by a certain..umm...event. Events, like a book that I read, a movie, or a person I meet. The thoughts and the beliefs shared during these transactions would seem to manifest as my behaviour becoming a trait. It made me wonder if I am losing touch with my original self? If I am faking by importing behaviours? I desperately started looking for a genuine reasoning to explain this.
I feel, this only human. This how our behaviours evolve. When you come across something so powerful and convincing, you tend to emulate it. We are different people with unique set of IQ EQ and Social-Q and when we find something slightly similar in another person, we latch on and desire to be a part of that group because,, here, your skills, attributes, thoughts are acknowledged and appreciated. It perhaps is the innate human nature to, (a) be accepted (b) conform, or (c) intimidate, that manipulates the portrayal of oneself. Mind you, we always look for something 'similar' in the other person, not different. Eventually we may begin to appreciate the difference, but that's not the point here. That's not how we socialise. We socialise by looking for similarities.

So, the projection of oneself anywhere, is driven by the need to socialise. When we introduce, we highlight the qualities and beliefs that we feel are unique to us along with showing the side that makes us a part of that situation.

Saturday 15 June 2013

Inked by destiny

Everyday I see these scars, the scars you scarred me with; I preserve them, I nurture them, for they remind me not of a tragedy but of my strength; the strength I fought you with; every time that you scarred me with your abusive ways, I treasured them like a trophy; for it reminds me that I always emerged stronger than you; i was the powerful one; Like a tattoo I will take them to my grave; Like a memory they shall remain; like a flame I shall pass it on to who you again choose as the object of your abuse.