ORGANIZING RANDOMNESS

Just like many Indians, I am a cricket lover and a Sachin devout. When he got out today, and I saw him walk back to the pavilion, almost instantaneously, a tear came out of my eye. Just a tear drop, which was enough to keep me dumbfounded for minutes. I had to turn the TV off and accept the brutal reality.  All good things have to end someday, and all of us have to move on. Truth is intolerant & that's life & it's greatest lesson.  His total runs in Test Cricket is 15847? Numbers ring? 15-Aug-1947! It's a fabulous number. This is a number I'd definitely like to remember other than the figures of exchequer loss for the Government that the CAG gives now & then.  In a way, it's a landmark number. Freedom - from the mundane routine, from a bewildered life, from depression, from joy! It's just pure bliss & there's nothing greater than that moment when one drops everything & looks up into the sky & just smile. And, in all my life, ...

I met someone in Chennai last month. He told me that he has seen only doordarshan in his entire life. No cable, no Tata sky, hell not much of big screen as well. Just the traditional antenna lying idle in the terrace with some crow shit. And then, something suddenly struck me like the low wavelength doordarshan antenna. Everything about his character suddenly made sense to me. And somehow, lot of it had to do with the fact that he has seen only doordarshan through out his life. And then, I suddenly gazed upon myself. I was a couch potato. At least when I wasn't playing or fooling around. A special bond definitely exists between I & TV. A bond, which is way more stronger than C-H bonds in the benzene ring :P. I still remember the moments where I've been watching Cartoon Network from morning 9 to the evening 7, only to stop as Dad would then be back from work. Its still very vivid in my head. The 2 Sharjah knocks by Sachin to lead India triumph is still so much in vicini...

Friday Evening. Most Important presentation of my career. I got out from my boss's cabin. I am one of those guys who barely sweats after half an hour of strenuous exercise; and here I was, dripping with sweat. My shirt was wet. This rather uneasy situation was probably a morale boost for my fellow associates. I didn't care for that. What I did care about was about the date I had that evening. I was 2 hours late.   'No Action this weekend as well!' Damn!  Well, just another solitary weekend, I thought. The only plus point was that I still had the 'Job' - that would pay my rent,  give me calories, pay my gym fees, buy me booze and smokes, pay my rather expensive pseudo 'dates', satisfies my parents, and ultimately that yields nothing but deep anguish within.  I headed to my apartment which was 5km from work. Naturally, it took an hour to reach! I had a nice cold shower and grabbed some beer. I had been alienated from curr...