• 2 THOUGHTS

    Perspectives doesn’t differentiate you from others, but also from yourself. Your way of seeing things may vary with time. Doesn’t make you right or wrong. You see what you want to see at that time. But it does teach you to second guess your perception, which is not a bad thing at all. But does it make any difference doing so after the time has gone? Doesn’t it make it just another thing in the past you can’t change. I do second guess myself, my perceptions, my opinions. It doesn’t hurt to either make corrections or reinforce your perceptions towards an individual, a group or a situation as such. But its not as simple always. I am not that mature. I get confused. I think its better to be late than be wrong. But isn’t being wrong the fastest way to know that its not the right way. Being late doesn’t assure your being right. Writing in circles and trying to weave a code for yourself also kind of gives you away. But who cares? Do I? No. Do others? No.

    The line between being optimistic and dreamy had never seemed so blur. What is optimism? Seeing the glass half full was it? Seeing the positive aspect or embracing the positive outlook of whatever situation may come is the ideal answer. But it feels insufficient today. If this is being an optimistic guy, then what would you call a dreamer who dreams his way out of the reality. Who ignores the reality just because it’s not the reality he desired. Could he be called an optimistic guy too? Does optimism demands any substance behind this positive attitude it sells or aspires us to be dreamy? Am I an optimistic guy or a stupid dreamer? Today I feel lack of this substance in me, in my positive outlook. It feels like I’ve been a dreamer all along who disguised himself as an optimistic in his own dreams to fool himself. Why you ask..?

    I have been enveloped by a feeling. Actually, the word “enveloped” won’t justify the depth of it. Let me rephrase it. A feeling has seeped in in me through every single pore. Have I absorbed it or am I absorbed by it, could not be decided. This feeling now resides in me in entirety. But there is this peculiar thing about this feeling. It wants us to share this entirety with another individual.

  • SACHIN: END OF AN ERA

    It would be an honest attempt to white lie my way out of the situation, if I say that I missed out on watching Sachin’s farewell match on TV.

    Even when I try to picture myself making such a statement, I wonder at my own absurdity. How in the world can one simply, miss it? Who would possibly allow themselves not to see the maestro one last time in his element? The man whose quiver had every cricketing shot perfected to perfection. A player who personifies the word passion.

    Every last news channel showed it umpteenth of times, the newspapers were covered with numerous stories which together sketched up the person he is. Many cricket experts congratulated him, discussed him at various lengths and celebrated him. So how can one simply not get caught in Sachin fever?

    I purposely did so.

    I was unable to dig up the courage to see the sole reason behind me watching cricket, for the last time on the field, in his original role. But the last chance of seeing him on the field led me to see his farewell speech a bit earlier today. And I was awestruck.

    We have all seen him as the God of cricket, as the ideal sportsperson, the master blaster who has ingested the textbook of cricket like the bible. But the ceremony revealed a man I knew existed but never saw before. A man who breathes cricket, who worships the sport like a deity. Cricket is actually his lifeline.

    This statement has been stated on several occasions by fellow players and the people who have known him. But the truthfulness of this statement could be realised and felt only by watching him giving his farewell speech. That speech was not given by a player standing at the apex of the sport he dedicated his life to, but by a player whose love and devotion to the sport could be felt by the mere display of his tears while concluding a legacy.

    I would neither be lying, nor exaggerating when I say that I have never witnessed a person whose dedication is at par with the person I just saw waving his living dream a final good bye. I could probably give his passion the utmost respect by daring to draw a parallel between the passion which drove his legacy for 24 years, and the passion of the freedom fighters who fought for the independence of India, owing their lives to the sole purpose of the freedom of our country. That feeling, that sense of passion with a hint of madness was something which I or anybody of this generation could probably never gauge. But don’t know why after this event, I am daring to say that maybe it would have been something like this person has for cricket. Instead of the hint of madness, that pushes the barrier of limitations, his passion has a hint of innocence. That is something I can not exemplify because it is unique.

    I cannot possibly write anything more, which you do not know or feel about him. I would just conclude by saluting Mr. Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

    Not the player, the human being.