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Thursday, December 01, 2011

Umbra

As the queen's shadow rose higher,
higher than even the Sphinx;
The Great Pyramid was dismantled,
inch by inch by inch.

Many a king lost his crown,
Many a general lost his sword;
Trust was in the gutters of Cairo,
and shame in the waters of the Nile.

Soon Egypt will be in ruins--
a corollary of fears, desires and whims.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Paper Tigers

Tiger, tiger, burning bright;
Made of paper, serves you right.
Tongue of steel but fluffy butt;
All you can give is a paper cut.
Proud of rank but courage scant;
Your middle name is psycho-phant.

Questions aplenty, answers none;
If we question, we are done.
Silent footsteps and hidden claws;
Playing us around with wicked laws.
When its good, you scowl and hover;
Trouble brews and you run for cover.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright;
Made of paper, serves you right.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Billu

Billu is a lone ranger.
Billu has no one.
But he's also lonely.

Billu limps.
His head keeps shaking.
Even in his sleep.
Perhaps he had an accident.

Billu feels cold at night.
He wants to enter our house.
For food and warmth.
And love.
Perhaps he belonged to someone.
Sometime, somewhere.

Billu is somewhat silly.
He wants belly rubs.
He'll lie down belly up.
Then he wont budge.
And I'll drag him away.
Grabbing his front two legs.
And he wont mind.
His silly grin and lolling tongue.

Billu loves meeting people.
He sneaks up on them.
He sniffs them happily.
And startles them.
But he's no threat.
His silly grin and wagging tail.

Billu is always hungry.
He doesn't get enough grub.
I don't know his day food.
Some cookies maybe.
From some agreeable soul.
While I give him dinner.
Some rotis and some milk.
The only good thing I do.
In my 6-to-11 day.

A Pretty Good Me

I may not be a Superman,
Forget about an Übermensch.

A Lincoln's a far cry,
A Mahatma? Not in millennia.

Am a poor facsimile of dad,
My bro's got a better mug.

But one thing I’m sure of:
I’m a pretty good me.

And the day I become
A poor imitation of I,

Sincerity will take a hike
And I’ll stop flattering myself.

Just Coz You Got It...

Off-duty soldier to his wife: "I want to cut the vegetables."
Wife: "Why don't you do jhadu-pochha instead? I'm good here, please get out of my kitchen."
Soldier: "Well, then I'll go out and pick a fight."
Wife: "Are you insane? Why do you want to do that?"
Soldier: "This shiny, sharp sword has to be used somewhere!"

Time

And days rolled on
like wheels on a black chariot
on a never-ending journey
through limitless void.
Heroes and villains rose and fell.
Theses and antitheses were made and marred.
Kings were rebels once.
Villains are heroes once.
And Time made history of them all--
time and again.
An unchanging history
of follies of man
and glory of man;
illusions of grandeur
and unannounced twists of fate.
They thought they'll change history,
but history never changes
and like a motion picture stuck in a loop,
just repeats itself--
over the rotting corpses
of heroes and villains,
of villains and heroes,
of pawns who wear gilded caps
and kings who wear ragged crowns.
And days rolled on
like wheels on a black chariot
on a never-ending journey
through limitless void.

Hierarchical Sloth

"What the fuck is this?"
"What? This is the final product."
"You're going to sell it like this?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with it?"
"This is crap! This is bullshit, man!"
"Hey, it's been approved by the top-management. And we don't have time to re-do it. We have to meet our targets, the retailer is waiting for stocks, the designer has been paid once already and no one really gives a shit. Just let it pass, dude."
"No I wont! Coz I FUCKING CARE ABOUT THIS SHIT!!"
"Suit yourself, bud. It's your funeral."

How Much Time Should It Take?

Zed the crab: You're late.
Kleist the tortoise: I don't drive like a maniac.
Zed: Well, you know, I like to go fast around the bends.
Kleist: Well...
Zed: Wait, wait, I know what you're going to say,"Delhi roads are not the Buddh International Circuit."
Kleist: Yup. And real life has no formula, whether 1, 2 or n. In the long term, you're endangering your life!
Zed: What is this obsession you have the "long term"?! I reached office before you, didn't I?
Kleist: Ugghh! Get out of my cubicle, you bone head!

Too Much of a Good Thing

There was once a crab named Zed. Zed, like all crabs, walked sideways. But Zed had a problem: he could only walk towards his left. And once he walked left for so long that he ended up on the right. And he was proud about it. Little did he know that he had ended up on the right, when all he wanted to do was go left.

A Real Conversation

"Switty switty switty tera pyaar chahida...," rang out Stefan's cell phone.
He cuts the call.
Guru: "Who was it?"
Stefan: "My vice-captain."
"Why didn't you take the call?"
"Coz he's a smart-ass..!"
"Stefan, you're the first person in 7 years years, 11 months, 3-and-a-half days to visit me. And you seem like an intelligent fellow. While you're here anyway, why don't we talk for a while? God knows that I'm dying for a real conversation! I'm tired of speaking to people only through Facebook!"
"Ummmm...well...OK...what's the harm? I anyway need a breather before I start back."
"Awesome! BTW, don't you think it's time you updated your ringtone? Heard of 'Wanna be my chhammak chhallo' yet?"

None the Wiser

Nineteen-year-old Stefan was a restless soul. He went to the mountains looking for the the wise man. After a difficult climb and countless bruises, he reached the peak where the rag-covered, white-bearded guru sat in meditation.

The guru opened his eyes and asked, "What brings you here my son?"

Stefan asked the guru brimming with expectation, "How can I run multiple apps on my iPhone 4S without depleting the battery?"

The Guru was incredulous, "iPhone?! Move on dude! Check out my Samsung Galaxy S II," he said taking the device out of his pocket.

Stefan was shocked and hurt, "Just because you're older doesn't mean you're wiser."

The guru paused for a while and said, "Ummm...you're a start-up."

Friday, November 04, 2011

The Situation Room

Sanjay: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a grave situation. From where I stand, I can’t see shit!"

Agatha: "I’m pretty sure it was the butler. Why else would the tea be cold?"

Albert: "Totally out of tune, totally out of tune! He couldn’t have been going that fast."

Ali: "I should’ve moved sooner. The bloody butterfly stung me!"

Coco: "Frills, frills, frills! Come on people! Show some class!"

Mohan: "Can we all just calm down for a while? Look, guys, I’m not in favour of this division."

Howard: "What? You want money? Money you want? Let’s start all over again."

Marie: "If she can do it once, she can very well do it once more. I wish I had some lead in me!"

Winston: "I say that we go for Cuban cigars. The lightning bolts here make me edgy."

Joseph: "Ah! Finally! Glad you agree. I’m going to continue west. And I’m going to sunbathe naked."

Yudi: "Thanks, guys, for your vote of confidence. I’ll be honest: people are dumb. So it’s settled. It’s going to be strip poker. Yay! Where’s Tommy?"

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

I think...

Crystal Ball
Respect is a self-fulfilling prophesy.

Identity vs Structure
Life for me is a constant struggle against getting defined by a structure that thrives on subjugation.

Animal Firm
Men are like sheep herding themselves to the slaughterhouse.

The Tempest
As I traverse the river of time, I build sails of axioms from every storm that rocks my boat.

Posterior for Posterity
Every generation has to find its own solutions to the mess left by the solutions of the previous generation.

'Sup Dawg?
Good friends are those who you can ignore without offending and call up without surprising.

Counter-intuitive
The most difficult thing to be: YOURSELF.

Scabbard It!
Every thought is a double-edged sword.

Gift Rapped
The greatest disillusionment of my life was the realization that I am not special.

Jack in the Box
Sometimes, what I think is in it for you isn't what you're looking for in it.

Course Correction
Every boulder that falls into the river of life changes its course ever so slightly.

Review - Motorola Charm MB502

I'm posting this on my blog because a) I want to share my views on the product and b) Flipkart website just wont take my review! Always server error!

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Pros:
    1. By far, the best keypad. It also has arrow keys! And I can't tell you how important arrow keys are. They keypad is the closest to QWERTY in the market. The numbers are lined up at the top. Typing on this keypad is a zip!
    2. Although it is one of the older versions of Android, the integration is very good. Apps work great, download is easy. Emails, chats, texts, everything works very well.
    3. I think the speed is great for a smartphone that's running multiple apps.
    4. Gorilla Glass screen is so smooth that I still can't believe it! Also, it is very resistant to scratches (but don't try deliberately to scratch it!).
    5. I think the MotoBlur interface is well thought out and intuitive. Just takes a little bit learning to understand how to tweak the settings. But the features and options are well thought out.
    6. Great Widgets--both Motorola and Android widgets are very useful.
    7. The unusual candy bar shape is unique, attractive and useful. It looks quite beautiful! And I must say it is a fantastic blend of a casual+professional phone. If you're a young professional, this phone creates the best image, even better than an iphone or blackberry.

Cons:
    1. Battery life is less, especially if you're running too many apps simultaneously and are connected all the time on 3G.
    2. Resolution is below what you would expect from a device with so many features! But then, for this kind of price, it would be criminal to expect more. BUT, I will have to say, the resolution is perfect for my kind of use. It is quite good and very bright.
    3. Camera doesn't have anything to talk about. The camera software is very good, but resolution isn't good. But for this price, I think it's fine.

Tips:
    1. To save battery, use the Battery Saver mode. Limit downloads, chats, syncs (especially on 3G). Stop background apps that you do not need connected.
    2. Be ready for increased GPRS/Internet charges on your phone bill. Adjust your usage over a period of couple of months.
    3. Make sure you do not ignore your spouse; don't fiddle with the phone endlessly, especially when you have company! :)

Overall, a great phone at a great price--highly recommended. The cons stole a star away :)

Friday, September 23, 2011

To Hell With It!


Another year, another autumn...

A swinging club,
and yet another yell:
"Move along, move along!"

A sign for the caravan
to pack up and leave.
To move on...

Ma'am destiny,
you think you're very funny?
Alright, I'll play along:
"Ha."

But, to all your vicious barbs,
here's my repartee:
"To hell with it!"

Friday, September 16, 2011

The World Won't Stop Just Because It's Raining

Twenty-one kilometers of mayhem
Heaven's blitzkrieg of shards of glass
A retribution of sorts
For plunders and extorts
Committed by mankind crass

Don't know what made me go on
What drove me through that insane maze
As I peered out of the windscreen
And Metallica thumped within
All I could see was a sea of haze

The clouds were very angry,
big, dark and deep
But I had to attend to the files
So I snaked through the miles
Of uncertain dangers and seep

Close to my final destination
My nemesis had wreaked horror
I began to have serious doubts
About my mental whereabouts
Hell, I charged forth like a conqueror

Makes me say what I'm saying
(Hey, I made it after all that straining)
As I open my intellectual chop shop:
Fellas, the world won't stop
Just because it's raining

Thursday, August 25, 2011

The Most Powerful in India

The most powerful institutions in the world are based on ideas; powerful ideas that have been put on paper, like the Code of Hammurabi, the Magna Carta, or the American Declaration of Independence. And the most powerful set of ideas in India is the Constitution of India—not the legislature, not the judiciary, not the executive, not the majority, or the minority, neither the rural, nor the urban, not the rich, not the poor, neither facebookers, nor twitterers—only the Constitution of India. The idea of independent India is the fragrance emanating from the Constitution. It has my allegiance, trust and full faith.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Poesque Skies

A sleight of hand
Over mortal land
A change of season
For no rhyme or reason
A sinister pall
An advancing squall
The early night
Inciting fright
Of rain and gloom
Of chaos and doom

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Inside [~] Outside


Inside [~] Outside
Amber glow [~] Slatish skies
Busy murmur [~] Silent rains
Clickity clack [~] Tippity tap
Soundproof windows [~] Happy clamor
Cubicle walls [~] Strawberry fields
Order [~] Aria
Pyramid [~] Woods
Work [~] Life
Without [~] Within

Friday, August 19, 2011

This Is How You Do Things in a Democracy


  • First of all, if you want to bring about a change, VOTE!
  • If you want to change the laws, ask your elected representative to represent your opinion in the parliament.
  • If you think there are more like you who want the same changes, gather them and ask them to talk to their elected representatives. If there are enough representatives voting for the change, the change will happen. That's how legislatures work.
  • If you do not like your representative, or if he/she does not agree with you, vote him out in the next elections and vote in someone who agrees with you.
  • If you do not find a candidate who agrees with you, then stand for elections yourself and persuade your constituency to support your opinion and vote you to the legislature.
  • If you do not want to vote and do not want to stand for elections yourself, approach the courts for redressal from unjust laws and illegal acts.
  • If you do not want to do that either, then you can’t do much in a democracy. You can try other forms of government.

Thursday, June 09, 2011

वार्तालाप

कुत्ते से भो भो
बिल्ली से मियाओं
कबूतर से गुटर गुटर
और इंसान से:
क्या बात है, बड़े स्मार्ट लग रहे हो आज?!

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Tedium

Tedium, Sisyphean tedium

Still, in the middle of the Pacific
Hot afternoon sun and pin-drop silence

Slow...dead slow...
Calm...dead calm...

Not a ripple in the skies
Not a gust in the waters

Breath sucks molten lead
Thoughts pushing shut synapses

Steady beat of a sluggish heart
Noisy gush of thickened blood

An unending rhythm that doesn't change
A drummer in a silly silly trance

The flickerless glow of fluorescent lights
The muffled hum of the AC plant

Tick tap taps of keys on keyboards
Mechanical murmur of official kinds

Printers puking mundane manuscripts
Shredders editing them to rest

Yesterday, Today Tomorrow
Tomorrow, Today Yesterday
Today, all over again

Tedium, Sisyphean tedium

दिल्ली किसकी है?

दिल्ली किसकी है?
किसीकी नहीं...
इसे अपना बनाना पड़ता है --
कुछ ज़ोर-ज़बरदस्ती से,
कुछ चपेट खाते हुए |
दिल्ली उसकी है जिसने नदी के बहाव को
मोड़कर तैरना सीखा;
जिसने मुस्कुराते हुए
टूटे शीशे पे चलना सीखा;
जिस ने सीखा की मेरी पहचान
एक शहर, एक पिन कोड से नहीं है;
मेरी पहचान मेरी सोच, मेरी ताकत से है|
मेरे लिए पूरी दुनिया दिल्ली है|

Friday, May 20, 2011

The Fastest Gun in the West (Or East)

We go through life like drunk, raving cowboys with guns blazing at our hips. With our wit, intellect, and ego we shoot down any thought, gesture, comment that moves. In the process we don’t gain anything other than a perverse sense of superiority. Many bonds die and, if we have a tiny conscience chugging in our hearts, we wake up the next day with a bad moral hangover. Restraint is one of the toughest tricks to master.

All That Needs To Be Said

The more I listen,
the less I have to say.
All that needs to be said,
has been said already.

But the brain tricks me into saying
things that have already been said:
The vacuum around me fills up
with words that gush out like a geyser
and lead to another blank sheet
over and over again
in a silly unending loop.

Damn you, brain!

All that needs to be said
has been said already.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Wisdom

Zen Master to his pupil: Son, answer this question: What is wisdom?
Pupil: Master, I'm not sure...I don't know.
Zen Master: Well done my son, that neatly sums it up.

Sunday, April 03, 2011

9 Success Lessons from Cricket World Cup 2011


1. Success is a Slow Process

It is not a lottery ticket, it is not a windfall gain, it is not bungee jumping, it is not a sprint. It is a trek, it is a marathon. More often than not, the road to success is bland and boring. To try and shape the process otherwise could lead to premature burnout. It happens very frequently with the ambitious and the intelligent. Plodding cannot be overemphasized even for the ambitious and intelligent. Success is its own reward. But if you want to spice up the journey, break it down into sub-projects and sub-goals, and enjoy the achievement of each milestone.

In some respects, yesterday’s match was somewhat slow and unexciting. Only 6 wickets fell for Sri Lanka and only 4 for India. Jayawardene went on and on. The two crucial partnerships that built India’s innings (Gambhir + Kohli; Kohli + Dhoni) didn’t have many fireworks; just slow, steady run-making. And that is what, in the end, piled up the runs that won us the match. 

2. Consistency is the Key

It is better to have consistent above-average successes rather than one big success at the beginning or one big one at the end. Consistent performance throughout the lifetime of the project is more important than starting with a bang or ending with a slog. The pressure is evenly distributed and your reaching your goal is more assured.

The two big partnerships displayed amazing consistency of scoring. They made up for the lack of big boundaries with several, well-earned singles, doubles and triples. This consistent run-making is what helped not put pressure on the batsmen in the later stages, when they could’ve been more error-prone. It was important that the team did not repeat the domino effect of previous matches.

3. Have a Well-balanced Team

It is better to have several above-average team members rather than one or two high-performers. Depending too much on high performers is risky. They could leave you anytime. And there may not be anyone to take their place. It is better to have several above-average performers in your team and train them to become high-performers. Your risk is spread out and the increased average performance will add to total performance in time.

Even though we lost the openers in the early overs, thanks to our batting depth, we were able to recover from that setback. Gambhir and Kohli reclaimed the innings brilliantly. But also, we cannot underestimate the fantastic, textbook fielding that our team showed yesterday. They must have saved us at least 50 crucial runs. This is the kind of balance that every team must have.

4. Follow Your Training

Textbooks and training lessons are there because they teach us how to do things. It may sound counter-intuitive, but the best leaders are the ones who are able to follow their training when under tremendous pressure. Many a men have buckled under pressure by compromising their education and succumbing to their emotions. Being impulsive in a crunch situation is only going to make you error-prone. The leader must tune out all noises in his/her head and just follow his/her training.

Everyone knows that Dhoni is a big hitter. Where were the big hits yesterday? They were missing because under pressure, Dhoni did the right thing –– build the innings. He played regular, careful cricket, piling up runs, strengthening India’s scorecard. He relied on his training and strategy sessions to do what he has learned to do.

5. Silence the Expectations

As a leader, you must only think of the goal and not about the expectations of your peers and bosses. Expectations are one goal multiplied by several voices. And this multitude of voices may cloud your judgement. It is best to set your own standards and work toward the goal.

This principle was displayed by the captain brilliantly. Despite the fortunes of the nation pressing down on his shoulders, Dhoni’s judgement was crystal clear.  He didn’t let the expectations of a billion make him act impulsively or become nervous. 

6. Nerves that Twang and Balls that Clang

Courage is a great quality to have in a leader. Courage allows the leader to take daring risks. Courage allows a person to silence the noise of expectations, take decisions that really matter, stop unforced errors, command respect of the team and peers. The catch is that not everyone is equally courageous. Courage is an in-born quality that is built on the foundation of strong principles and unyielding will power. You may not be very courageous, but everyone knows what courage looks like. So, if you think you lack in this department, the next best thing is to ‘act’ courageous and deal with your jitters in private. At least it would have the desired impact on your team.

Fortune favours the brave. It favoured M.S. Dhoni yesterday, when he promoted himself up in the order to take on the responsibility of building the score. It takes balls to face the challenge head on, especially under the kind of pressure that the Indian public can exert on its cricketers. Dhoni was cool as cucumber, almost cocking a snook at us all! But he did it for us. Perhaps, he has more steel in him than all of us put together.

7. Failure is a Clarion Call

Failure at any stage is a call to action. It tells you that it's time to tighten your belt and roll up your sleeves. It's a heads-up to an opportunity to undo the mistakes you've been committing. Failures are perhaps more common than successes and the path to success is a series of course corrections.

The dramatic collapse of the batting order in our match against South Africa indicated to Dhoni that players are unable to take pressure and stick to the wicket. The course correction showed result yesterday when the top order, despite the early departures of Sachin and Sehwag, plodded diligently to ensure that the middle order does not face the pressure. 

8. Do It for the Special Person in Your Life

We all have a special person in our life. It could be our parents, our spouse, our best friend, or children. It could even be a colleague or a senior you look up to. If your own ambitions and self-actualization needs fall short, then think of that special person in your life. Think how you will add value to that person’s life. Think how you will make her/him happy. Imagine how your effort/contribution connects you with her/him more strongly and at a deeper level. There can be no greater reward than the love, affection and respect of your loved ones and peers.

The Indian team did it for the very special person –– Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. There couldn’t have been a bigger motivation.

9. Destiny Plays a Role

I don’t know how to prove it through this world cup, but destiny does play a role –– sometimes minor, but always there. A few missed catches, a few opportune wickets, a fortunate match fixture, a timely advice, an untimely injury –– the chance element, the probability factor is always lurking in the shadows. And the only way to keep her on your side is to train well and act courageous.

Friday, March 25, 2011

The Moment the World Froze

Somehow, by prior arrangement or divine intervention, the bat connected the ball and the ball repelled. Sahil Joglekar's heart stopped. For reasons beyond his control, his eyes were tightly shut.

In the subsequent days, and even years, people would ask him whether it was fear or desperation or both that made him shut his eyes in that defining moment. He never had a clear answer. Perhaps he didn’t want to ask himself. Perhaps there was no need to ask that question.

***

World over, Sahil was toasted as the best batsman ever. His records were astounding, better than any other cricketer in the history of the game. His averages made statisticians dizzy and fans drool. His stroke play was said to be stuff that made pundits revise their textbooks.

His scoring consistency was like the beating of a healthy heart. He has had his highs and lows, but he was the best, the crowning glory of the Indian team. He had raised the game to the level of an art form, his rivals applauded him and felt no envy.

But Sahil never felt complete. He had done it all but one.

He had entered international cricket at a very young age. He broke record after record and matured in the game at jet speed. But one achievement kept eluding him—The Cricket World Cup.

In his fifteen years of international cricket, he had played in three world cups. He was a newcomer, and then he was a senior, but he was always the promised one. The vagaries of a team sport ensured that his reputation and stroke play couldn’t see the Indian team through.

But Sahil knew that everyone had tried his best. His reasoning was different for the world cup continuing to elude him. He wasn’t superstitious, but he sure was god-fearing. And he was certain that god had kept the world cup away from him because he didn’t want him to have too much success too soon: What would be left to strive for? He was a hard-working, practical chap. He believed that success needs maturity to carry it; otherwise you stumble and fall.

It had been too long…and this was the moment.

***

The ‘tock’ of the leather on the willow sent massive shock waves through Sahil’s body … and through the opposition …  the stadium audience … and all the TV viewers and radio listeners all over the world who were watching and listening to that last ball of the last over with bated breaths.

Three runs to win—last ball of the 50th over. At that exact moment, Sahil left his body.

***

Floating above the pitch, he could see himself—frozen—with eyes shut, the ball in mid-air, not yet across the pitch, bat swung back. He thought he looked silly with his eyes shut: “Why am I doing that?” As he rose further above, he could see the bowler frozen in the follow through, with a devilish grimace on his face. Fielders—some gasping with open mouths, some staring hard at the ball, as if their looks could halt its advance.

Sahil could see his teammates in the pavilion. Skipper had an expression that was somewhere between ecstasy and shock. Some junior team members had covered their eyes, but he could see that they were peeking through the gaps between their fingers. The coach was calm, as usual, but with a grim look on his face. The entire stadium, Indians as well as others, were either jumping or beginning to. And, like the fateful ball, they were suspended in mid-air.

Strangely, in the horizon, he could see his wife, kids, mother and other kins watching him on TV. His wife had turned her face away, his mother was praying with folded palms, his brother was a replica of the stadium crowd.

He rose further…

He could see hundreds and thousands of Indians all over the world frozen, motionless, their eyes on that ball. Had they forgotten their beloved Sahil Joglekar? No, but it was their defining moment too! A moment they could brag, or alternatively, despair about, for the rest of their lives. A moment that an entire generation would identify itself with. A moment thousands will take inspiration from. A moment forever frozen in time like a glass palace in the middle of a windless desert.

A moment when Sahil Joglekar had to shut his eyes tight to not let the cacophonic light of the expectations of millions blind him.

***

[Unfreeze]

He knew now why. And he swung.

He knew he had connected well. It was as if it took him ages before he could gather enough courage to open his eyes. He just saw the ball distancing itself from him in the direction of mid-off. At that stage, no one could gauge where it would land. He neither had the time nor the patience to do that.

India needed three runs—just three runs. And Sahil ran like a maniac!

He didn’t care anymore—he just had to do this—everything else could wait. Did he get caught, hit a six, a four?—no thought crossed his mind. All he could do with his breath right now was this—run like the wind!

Some Indians may not be good at driving, but almost all of them are very good at judging the trajectory of a flying cricket ball. Even before the ball crossed the boundary, [unfreeze crowd] the polarization was complete, clear and overwhelming. Even before the ball hit the stands, the Indians were shouting with joy and hugging each other. On the other side, the rivals were frozen, again, with  shock and despair on their faces—“IMPOSSIBLE!”

Sahil kept running; so did his mate on the other side.

It was close to two runs when they noticed the changed patterns of the crowd. Sahil didn’t trust his senses and kept running, but his mate stopped and looked at the umpire.

It was a SIX!

He jumped with joy and ran towards Sahil,  hugging and lifting him up. Sahil was furious: “What the hell are you doing! Why are you not completing the run?” It was then that he let the scene seep into his senses, and it dawned upon him.

India had won the World Cup!

Providence had taken a long time, but Sahil knew that now, after years of slogging, literally as well as figuratively, he deserved it and could carry it on his broad shoulders. He stood in the middle of the ground with his bat and helmet raised. Another frozen moment—he absorbed it all—the cheers and the tears, the silent thunder of the applause. He became, for that moment, one with them. That was his reward, the uplift, the spiritual, ‘in the zone’ feel—he absorbed it all.

The moment had made its definition and he felt complete.

***

It is said that destiny is a lady who favors the brave and the impulsive. That moment, as he swung hard with all his might, Sahil won over lady luck. He now knew why he had shut his eyes. But there was no need to ask that question anymore because they had won.

But if you ask him in private, his answer would be simple—blind faith.

Friday, February 04, 2011

Who Am I?

Who am I?
Who am I to question?
Who am I to question the labels put on me?
Who am I to say who I am and who I'm not?

Who am I but shifting dunes of desert sands.
Who am I but stale porridge of fading memories.
Who am I but an uncertain chimera of a broken imagination.
Who am I but a tiny speck of cosmic dust.

Who am I to say what is and what isn't?
Who am I to say I'm right?
Who am I to say I'm wrong?

Who am I?
I'm not sure.
I guess...I don't know.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Cynic

Cynic, n, Someone who takes a pessimistic view of human motives and actions.

It's easy to be a cynic when you're young. You believe that your motives and actions are resulting in something good for mankind. Or, at least, your motives and actions are so uncoloured by complexities of physical and psychological survival that you feel relatively purer. As you grow older, you get mired in cross-persuasions and cross-actions that mar honest efforts in real world. Unwillingly and unwittingly you may end up doing things that you are not proud of. There may be a point in your life that you are so disgusted by your own actions that you want your conscience to shut the fuck up. Eventually, to a large extent, it does. There are murmurs of dissent, a few "yikes's" and "uh oh's", but nothing that will make you sweat. Then comes the time when you enter fully into the denial mode. It is important to be in denial. Else, you will end up sabotaging your own work, your own survival. You HAVE to believe that you add value to your family members' lives, to the corporation you work for, your team members' work, to the society in general, and the environment at large.

People will tolerate a cynic only so much. Not only because he's a pessimist, also because, sooner or later, he begins questioning the intents and productivity of everyone around him, and that too without actually doing anything himself. If you continue to remain a cynic while being gainfully employed, it won't be long before you're expelled from the 'circle of trust'. If you were born a cynic, then it behoves you to make the transition from a cynic to 'management' as soon as possible. Your income, expenditure, and conjugal life might depend on it. It is important to plan, even if you do not have the resources to execute it. It is important to talk of quality, even if you cannot afford it. It is important to appear employee-friendly, even if you can’t do anything to retain them. You see, as a society, an individual is weak, but as an 'individual', an individual is strong. And if, by god's grace, an individual-individual decides to execute that plan (which actually happens once in a while), cynics, non-cynics, we all benefit.

But let's not digress from the natural course of a cynic. You're surrounded by outstretched arms, grotesque heads chanting guttural grunts in strange harmony, awkwardly marching toward you, and it just takes one strategic bite—sooner or later, every cynic is taken into the fold of the other side. And it is crucial that you remain in denial till your dying day. God help you if you realise your 'real' self a day before you die. You will die a horribly restless death and roam the earth till eternity as a cynic ghost, taking a pessimistic view of the motives and actions of humans and spirits alike.