As a sixth standard student, I used all the available tactics to make my dad agree to buy a subscription for The Sportstar.
"I dont think you would read any of the write-ups or articles".
"But, Appa, if it is about sports, I WILL read and improve my language skills"
"Reading about sports? That's got nothing to do with your studies".
"But, Appa, I need it for imporving my general knowledge. I need to be thorough with stats. There are so many quiz programmes I've to compete in".
What I actually meant was that I HAVE to brag about the photos, posters and, of course about the statistics that could flow from the so-called finger-tips.
This spar went on, even when I had started reading all the articles or whatever remained intact after I had clipped all my favorite pix! The subscription continued for another 8-9 years. I retained all those clippings of innumberable sizes and shapes, till a few months ago, when I finally decided to discard most of them.
A handful of posters and clippings still remain in my Madurai residence, out of which one is of Sachin Tendulkar as a 15 year old, raising his bat with his trademark smile. I remember showing The Sportstar issue which wrote about Sachin's century on his debut first-class match, to ammi and discussing about how soon he'd be playing for India.
My addiction to sports-pix and statistics, has long disappeared. But the admiration for Sachin Tendulkar is another different story. We've all heard him dedicate his 100s and bigger scores to his teacher, his father and so on. But it was so touching that he dedicated his 200 to all of us, the people of India.
When he crossed his own record-score yesterday, I was wondering what could keep Sachin going... after all his innumberable achievements in the game, and the wealth & fame his game has brought in, what more could motivate him...It must be just his amazing spirit that keeps him going.
Proud to salute Sachin, not just for his 200, but for being Sachin ! Take a bow...!!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Yet another starting point...
To get myself out of a terribly dour work-routine and to break a long spell of being unbeatably non-creative, thought of organising all those photographs lying uncared-for after I had dumped them into the hard-disk from my cam.
All I did was browse through the umpteen folders again and again, without any progress towards the objective of organising them. Not just browsing absent-mindedly, but reliving those moments - happy, funny, interesting, relaxed, inspiring, relaxed, tired, boring - which I lived during the past six and odd months. Above all, I remember all those hurry-up-with-your-shoot moments created by my frenemy, just too well, and the combats and battles that followed up... :)
Apart from the moments reminded by the photographs, there has been interesting happenings at home too - like getting a call from a friend after 17 years. Thats a long story which I should write a separate post about.
My imaginary time-machine flew back 17 years to when I was 17...some details I could recall clearly and some were vague...some memories seemed to be etched and some just floating on air....some I tried to recall but could not, some I tried to forget but could not....
The famous quote goes - present moment is like a thin sword's edge, wedged between the past and the future. As tiny as they may be, such moments happen to define life...what we learn from those moments define a person. To be aware of each moment, to contemplate on it and to grow.....
And along flowed so many other thoughts...the high point being the realisation of the distressing fact that I dont spend enough time reliving, reflecting and contemplating on any part of my life or any part of the universe. Not even during all those thousands of miles I cross by trains.
This took me to thinking if I would remember any of the moments that define me. Not that remembering them would help me grow; but reflecting upon them would....Thats when I decided that I should keep filling up this blog, like mad, so that I can remember some moments to reflect upon, later.
All I did was browse through the umpteen folders again and again, without any progress towards the objective of organising them. Not just browsing absent-mindedly, but reliving those moments - happy, funny, interesting, relaxed, inspiring, relaxed, tired, boring - which I lived during the past six and odd months. Above all, I remember all those hurry-up-with-your-shoot moments created by my frenemy, just too well, and the combats and battles that followed up... :)
Apart from the moments reminded by the photographs, there has been interesting happenings at home too - like getting a call from a friend after 17 years. Thats a long story which I should write a separate post about.
My imaginary time-machine flew back 17 years to when I was 17...some details I could recall clearly and some were vague...some memories seemed to be etched and some just floating on air....some I tried to recall but could not, some I tried to forget but could not....
The famous quote goes - present moment is like a thin sword's edge, wedged between the past and the future. As tiny as they may be, such moments happen to define life...what we learn from those moments define a person. To be aware of each moment, to contemplate on it and to grow.....
And along flowed so many other thoughts...the high point being the realisation of the distressing fact that I dont spend enough time reliving, reflecting and contemplating on any part of my life or any part of the universe. Not even during all those thousands of miles I cross by trains.
This took me to thinking if I would remember any of the moments that define me. Not that remembering them would help me grow; but reflecting upon them would....Thats when I decided that I should keep filling up this blog, like mad, so that I can remember some moments to reflect upon, later.
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