Go India Go

Optimism pays.. In this case every one's optimism payed.. India won yesterday's world cup semi final match against Pakistan! An easy match does not make it a real game. The fun comes with the hardship to set the target, to chase the score, to stop the ball from skipping the boundary, to witness missing of a critical catch or two! The real game is not an easy win.

To me it doesn't really matters who wins at the end. I prefer sitting through moments of match rich in adrenalin, as it tosses and turns through the day. Easy win does not make it a match. It was not an easy win for India, neither was it an easy loss for Pakistan. Both the contenders were right into the match, pushing through every moment of a jam packed stadium.

I actually watched the entire match after ages. I remember there was a time when I was crazyyyyy about cricket. And man of the match for every match was my crush till the next match :| ;| :) ;) :D ;D ;p

Back then India had (as if I am reading out my diary to grandchildren) a strong bating line up, and the only reason India use to loose was due to loopholes in the fielding and bowling front. Pakistan had always had a strong bowling line up.

I remember Afridi use to be the opening batsman for Pakistan and he was Pakistan's Sehwag. The one who would pick up as many runs and hit fearless shots.

This time, I observed and laud that India has a reliable batting lineup and fielding has commendably improved. Pakistan on the other hand has poor fielding and had succumbed to the task of chasing India's score of 260. Indians managed a score for which Pakistan had to maintain a run rate of approximately 5.

As I reached home, I was glued to the TV set. India played beautifully, please guys lets not get into analysis of whatever... I pity people who say that had this been the case, India would have never won...

The ground reality came at 11 pm, India casted a declarative win and after that I participated in the local street side celebration. Almost everyone was  on street, which must have been the case across India. As I was standing on the terrace, I relished a visual and audatory wassail of fireworks and snorting for the team India.

It was like the Diwali time...

All the fancy fireworks were out and I observed street dogs running around in confusion :/

A standing ovation for the team!

Go India Go

Go boys, lift the cup

Roar loud

Bring bangs for a buff

Lets cheer and smile

India will win this time

Go India Go

Author's Note: I have a strong intuition that India will win, otherwise I wouldn't have written this post :) I am hopeful that India will grab the world cup..  

PS: Waiting for the final on Saturday 2nd April 2011~~

PPS: Wait for another post after the final!

India Pakistan head on!

Before the match.. And a few observations:

Today India and Pakistan will take on each other at World Cup 2011 Semifinal match in Mohali. Whoever wins will secure a place in the finals scheduled for 2nd March 2011. Srilanka won yesterday against New Zealand, and is a formal contender at the finals..

I am positive that India will win~~ India has a track record of beating Pakistan during world cups.. This will be no exception. India is a strong team as it has beated Australia at the quarter finals.

Sport brings foes together.. Dr Manmohan Singh and Pakistan’s counterpart will be seated in the same pavilion.

Locals in Mohali have been giving warm hospitality to guests coming from across the border.

My office pays solidarity to the Indian cricket team, most of us are in Blue and Orange attire. And those who missed are liable to penalty. And we have an evening party.

News all over exclaiming, Indian Muslims pray for Indian team.. Big deal.. huh. Do we actually need to reiterate that those who are Indians will side by their own country. Every Indian is praying for Team India.

This is the time when I realized that I would love to watch sport in stadium.. Anyone with the tickets.? I have been following radio channels to win ticket for the upcoming IPL 4.

pS: i wIsh tO loAd poSt  afTeR tHe deClaraTion Of mAtch rEsult! Cheers. i wRotE tHiS posT tO gIVe a prE-mAtcH sTaTe aboUt a declaRatIve legenDaRY plAY oFf.

Common (Cyber) Sence

Any deal based on an outright lie will come back to haunt you...... and a complete narration a bit of research on the ongoing unrest in the middle east. I have to keep myself updated with the current affairs, its not that I have to chase any deadline! It comes naturally to me. 

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Common (Cyber) Sense

Any deal based on an outright lie will come back to haunt you...... and a complete narration a bit of research on the ongoing unrest in the middle east. I have to keep myself updated with the current affairs, its not that I have to chase any deadline! It comes naturally to me.

My eyes were itchy and I decided to give myself some relief with a glass of icy cold coffee. Yes cold coffee in winters! I know how to do it, step inside the kitchen and put together all the stuff, while pretending that you dont really acknowledge anyone else's presence. Mom unverbal nags must have started by now... You see, I know my mom will nag me, but I get a kick with a cold punch smouldering through me! Done.. I managed to do it by avoiding eye contact with mum and seeking today's newspaper.

Many NRIs from the gulf are coming back. I thinking about the India-Pakistan partition. Just a signature by Nehru and consent of Mahatma Gandi divided the country into two. And my ancestors who were well setteled were suppose to come to India. I always wanted to know how did it feel during partition, I wanted the first hand narration. But to my despair, I do not have anyone to sit with me on the terrace at night and talk about the partition. I have managed to get the information in bits and pieces. I google about the places of my ancestoral origin. Facebook connects me to people with similar interests and I had many virtual friends.

Prayag was one of them. We never missed chatting at least once a day, and I never wanted that day to end. He too seem to be too eager to chat with me, I felt like a teenaged girl madly in love with a rock star. He actually was a rock star, atleast fits into my defination of a rockstar. I knew that whenever he would confess his love to a girl, it would be under the moonlight, on a beach and he would compose a song and strum the guitar. I knew this much coz it had been really a lot of time, something like 6 months, approximately 178 days of chatting everyday, without fail.

I wanted to take this forward and decided to meet him. But no wonder, its only commonsense that one finds cons on the virtual world, its full of liars. Knowing that people lie online, I would be a fool to fall for him.

PS: I know those who are die heart believers in love would differ.. I am not :p

Fear

I was walking on a calm road. However, it ought to be a busy one, as it is right besides a busy ringroad. But this one is calm, you dont get to hear the honking to rash bus drivers, its rare to spot a car or two. I am amongst the pedestrians who take resort to an evening walk everyday after work.



Do I actually come here for a walk? I often ask myself. I have a strange association with this place. During the day its all green, peaceful and lively. One can just sit around while missing college days! At night its mysterious. Is it really enigmatic or I make it that way? I make stories as I stand beneath a tree I detest looking up as I fear a child will be sitting on the branch and will wave at me. While walking in dark I feel a witch is riding on a broom stick chasing me.

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Fear

I was walking on a calm road. However, it ought to be a busy one, as it is right besides a busy ringroad. But this one is calm, you don't get to hear the honking of rash bus driven, its rare to spot a car or two. I am amongst the pedestrians who take resort to an evening walk everyday after work.

Do I actually come here for a walk? I often ask myself. I have a strange association with this place. During the day its all green, peaceful and lively. One can just sit around while missing college days! At night its mysterious. Is it really enigmatic or I make it that way? I make stories as I stand beneath a tree I detest looking up as I fear a child will be sitting on the branch and will wave at me. While walking in dark I feel a witch is riding on a broom stick chasing me.

I know I come here to face my fear! To affirm that I am a brave girl. Of late I have observed myself facing my fears and this makes me feel high about myself. Ironically I feel that I am just being silly, nothing of this sort happens! Perhaps I am in love with this place, my accomplice for happy and sad times. When I am happy I want to take a long walk and celebrate my happiness with the trees and birds around. When I am sad I want to find a secluded corner to cry.

Today was a strange day. I woke up in the morning with someone knocking on the door of my room on opening it no one was there. While commuting a women passed by my car and on my shouting at her she gave a wicked smile to me, as if she wasn't scared of being hit by my car. The lift-man of the office building was a new guy who greeted me with a big smile, dressed like the doorman of five star hotels.

While this thought was crossing my mind, I saw a man coming towards me. He seem like a sensible gentleman in his early 40s. He sought me to guide him for the way to the ringroad. I was distracted from a self interrogation session. This is meant to be my me-time, I don't even take my mobile calls during this time. Irritated, I politely responded to his query to guide him a way to the ringroad. He seem confused and requested me to accompany him till the turn where it would be easier for me to help him locate the way.

Not wanting to walk towards the other end of the road with a stranger. I thought to start interacting with him. I have always been apprehensive about sharing my thoughts and vulnerability with someone known, as it would give them a means to for them to be judgemental. For the world, I am an introvert.

The gentleman introduced himself, I am Dr. Khocchar, I am a management professor at Harvard Business School. For a moment I was taken aback. HBS, well this is amongst the best b-schools in the world, rather the top most school. Ohh, I am Maanvi, I work as a researcher with Mc Kinsey!

I like this place, greenery and peace despite being a part of the national capital, he said.

Is it the first time you have come here? I asked.

He replied, yes, I was suppose to visit FMS, its good to come back to your country.

Mhmmm, I murmured.

This being a campus area, I have been noticing a lot of billboards aimed at sensitising the youngsters about STDs, HIV, fighting eve teasers, and what not.... Is it actually safe? I have been reading quite a few things on Delhi being unsafe.

Yes its safe! I was be-dazed by his question. At least I have never noticed anything supernatural and I don't even want to, I thought.

Ohkkk... he seemingly was perturbed by my being stunned. Well its ought to be safe, I have seen police around, he was trying to get be back at ease.

I smiled at him and decided to share my vulnerability. I said actually you asking me this question took me off my senses. I took your question to a completely different connotation. I told him that I find this place unsafe and fear facing supernatural powers, but I still come here. He heard me with patience.

So you face your fear.. That's amazing, not many people can do it. I must say that you are a brave girl, this made me feel as it I am a kid and someone is telling me that I am the best! I just could not stop now, I started narrating all the instances and philosophies that I have about life and my fear. It was the time that we reached the corner of the road where we were suppose to part ways. He said that he would have loved to spend time with me, a brave girl!

Situation 1: He asked could we sit for some time together and talk about it. We sat roadside and discussed my philosophies with him. He was an amazing human being and I was no more an introvert. After an hour, he had to leave, we shared visiting cards and stayed in touch. He was someone who will remain unknown to me, but I have managed to have a pal to share my vulnerability with, without the fear of being judged.

Situation 2: Now however he had to leave as he had a to rush. Can we meet sometime in future, he asked while we exchanged cards. He promised to meet tomorrow and then vanished instantly in the air. He was a spirit... I was dead scared.

Situation 3: For today its not possible, I have to head for home. I notices a vendor staring at us. Can we meet tomorrow? He asked. Yes we can I said and we shook hands. We took our ways and looked back to pass the last glance for the day. He was not there. He perhaps vanished. I asked a vendor, where is the gentelman? He replied who gentelman. I have been noticing you talking to yourself. I was not scared, he perhaps we a ghost or an illusion. I plan to met him tomorrow. I know I am brave.

Author's Note: Which is the best situation of all... Please give your preference.

Happy New Year 2011

Everything comes with an expiry term, so did 2010, here comes an account of last year and the resolutions for 2011 etc!

The advent of new years was greeted with being with my maasi, mausaji and my sisters! What were we doing.. well it was all palm reading, chit chatting and discussing life! I tossed off to sleep by 3:30 or so... 

Amongst the bestest things happened to me in 2010 was meeting Saumya.. This is the second time when meeting someone for the first time casted a beautiful impression on my mind. The first time was when I met Pari at the hospital when she was born. I remember how much I wanted to have a sister, now we are the self proclaimed power puffed girls! Coming back to Saumya, who ran to me, hugged me and said I love you Shine Didi! I will never forget this meeting, perhaps for the lifetime.

I felt all the more rejuvenated during the last week of 2010. During this time I realised that I wanted a change, everyone does. Don't you feel that monotony kills.. It does, it rots you from inside, hijacks your creativity and keep singing sad song!

Another important facet about 2010 was Diksha's winter visit, I remember all that I was scared of was what if she catches fever.. Her parents will never allow her to visit us again. Thankfully she went back home in the best of health.

Other things that made 2010 special were weekend cycling during the rainy days, listening to music all night long, evening walks and bargaining!

Considering the resolution bit, I resolve to avoid loosers! Thanks everyone, who made me feel important. I will enjoy my singlehood! and do everything possible to make my life all the more better! And yes, not to forget mentioning my lovely blog.. Brace up guys to read some more posts!