Marriage should open their eyes.....

Before you even say I had it with these two, let me tell you I am just getting the hang of having two International Sportspersons in our locality.
Love is blind. Really.
Don’t tell me enough has already been written. And what else new are you going to say.
Everything that has to be told, written and shown has been on the television, internet and the print over and over again. It is like the old Vicco Vajradanti ad in the theatres that showed us marriage ceremonies again and again in stinky, reeking theatres.
Are you wondering what the $%^$ am I talking about. Surely the marriage of the decade.
The bride is a sports woman. And let me tell you the games she plays are more colorful than the entire nation playing Holi together at the same time. Be it a little nose ring or gigantic glares. It catches public attention for atleast 2 x 2 columns covering over 3 weeks in 6 nationals news papers and 4 regional news channels and half a million hits on the tube. But what exact sport does she play? Hide and seek with the media, merry go round with the qualifying rounds, tic tac toe with doubles partners and I spy with money laundering- media agencies/ brand endorsements. About a decade experience makes her the lead contender for all sports awards, local, national and even the Timbuctoo/ Oouga Douga Sports person of the year award. For which the entire nation is in frenzy.


Am I the only one not to think about these two while I am brushing my teeth or sitting in the loo answering nature calls. They have become my extended family in a way because I also want to see which colour dress she is wearing and what exotic dishes are being cooked while I scrub the mildew in my bathroom. Before I sort the shoe rack, I am wondering who is getting ready to attend the wedding and who else is not.
Am I drifting here away ? Guess so !! gossip mongers are dime a dozen here. Every body has got a chance to get their 15 mins of fame. From the chai wala in their street to the kulfi bandi wala, to the gate keeper, to the security guy, to the mother, to the father, to the bride’ s best friend, to the her cook, to the cook’s cousin’s mother-in-law, to the local quazi and finally also to the groom.

Aha!! The groom. Juicy gossip drips from every body’s lips about the groom. The more said the better. Because he is no local chora. He is international chori chora!!! His eyes speak much better than this mouth. And his body language is what all the guys languishing in prisons can read, closing their eyes. Looks like an expert in marriages, denials and divorces, bans, affairs. The ingredients necessary to make for a lifelong commitment to a newly-wedded wife. Ask the ex-wife and she will gladly spill out the beans and the ^&^*& on the wedding night dress to a battery of media personnel.

We are rarely bothered how they met and where they met. All we want to know if and when they met, how does it make the Maoist Attack, and RTI less important to the news guys and the media people?
And convincingly the couple lie about love, marriage, divorce and all that is merely frivolous to so many middle class families. A sample “ We all come from respectable families. Me and you guys from the media too” Wow a nice catch to get your byte to us. Along with the mithai dabbas that abba was distributing while you were announcing the groom and the headache of being a celebrity.
Surprisingly I also read how she is like a pillar of support in tough times for her husband-to-be and how much she has to undergo to marry a nincompoop like him? I saw a famous designer couple say hats off to her for standing by him. All I want to say is that she had no choice. Because in a land of more than 100 crore people, she found one with a bizarre marriage affair and she had no other way.
And finally Sohrab ..all I can see him do is ROFL!!!!!
All I can say is really good times have come to Hyd Tennis. Finally. For those whom the game matters most!!!!!!!!
Love is neither blind and nor marriage an eye opener. What say Shoib!!!!

Mail... Mine.......

You’re always on my mind. Whether it is midnight or mid-day or morning. Never a moment passes by without thinking of what you have in store for me. I am forever anticipating, always eager to know what it is this time you have brought me.
None of the five senses make any sense if I don’t unwrap you. There is always something for me, just waiting for me to open, waiting to be opened.
Even before my day begins, my mind rushes in to be at that moment, where you’ll bring in unleashed and unopened realms, ushered with messages of varied kinds. Where you will bring me something extra-ordinary, something comforting, some love, some passing thought or even a mundane piece of news!
That precise moment between entering your world and me leaving my own world to enter yours --- is something I look upon eagerly. My mind wanders like a bird in the sky, anticipates like a caterpillar, waiting to turn into a butterfly. That moment when I want to enter your world, from my mundane world. Many eager moments wagering to bring reality to my own realistic world. It is here that words go beyond a combination of comprehensible letters ….
I twitch; I twiddle my thumbs like a shy child behind a mother. If I have to wait for ages and eons to get a glimpse of you, I am willing to do. It is like a penance, for which I am ever prepared.
You have become a microcosm of life. Sometimes up and high running like there is no tomorrow and sometime down and despaired unable to display a single thread of life. Yet your prowess is something that has taught me to never take defeat and always hope that there is more than that is shown. Something big is waiting to happen, if you can hold on.
You take me to that place, that world in which small things; big things are all evolving and emerging out from you. I can hardly imagine a world with out you. Many times have passed when you never let me enter your world. Yet I never bore a grudge against you. So many breath-taking moments, so many life changing events would not have had happened without you. Life is bound to be in unchartered waters without you and your support. You remain my anchor in the whole wide world.
My disappointment reaches the bounds of the earth when ever you are not there. If ever I don’t find you, I cannot hide my despair and anger. Your sense of display never amazes me. How much you can hold in your tiny little self. And yet how unassuming you are. It never ceases to amaze me! You are the guiding force of my life. I cannot help but look into you to get that strength and reverence
You are discreet and intriguing, in your own sweet way. Our lives are so entwined that if you collapse, so do I. What ever you have given me is not enough. I want more and more from you. What you give is always less and no matter how much in every second, every bit you give, I want much more than you can ever give.
Between mindless chatter and unworthy life’s moments you are the light. You are the window to my world.
You are my yahoo !! you are my yahoo mail !!!!!
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back after a long time

It is unlike me to blog so early in the morning... but I just wanted to get somethings off my head.
So many changes in the past few months, it is difficult to even mention them. Moved back and almost joined a pathetic place and quit before I could be swallowed into it. It is so not like me to do that but yet somehow I was not happy being there, for a whole lot of reasons. If I were to tell anyone who know me that I quit within 10 days, they would be shocked. I never knew how I did it, but something was telling me "just do it". Have been reading a lot and yet the moment I close the book, everything seems to fade away. I want to blog as often as possible, but am not able to do so. I have been enjoying reading a lot of other blogs, but am wondering how religiously they do it and how I cant seem to even write a word so religiously. Definitely this was not the first blog piece I wanted to write after coming back. Yet strangely something so mundane had become my first blog. Ending with a quote/saying/words that refuses to get off my head --the naked truth is always better than the best dressed lie. Nobody said it better than Ann Landers.

sunrays between the clouds at redondo beach

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oasis in the sky midst palm trees

I am new to the world of blogging. I like blogging per se... but now I really dont know if I can write and write and write. A thought that suddenly springs out of nowhere, a funny quote, an amusing anecdote or a tragic story or soul searching moment that is waiting to be put in ink. Mostly I read blogs and am ooh aaahhing the whole moment, and seeing what I feel, sense in print n am wondering I should have done it. But there is a catch here, everytime I start, I panic. What do I blog about, is it worth it or am I the only one writing about why there is an extra button in any shirt and why we never use them. I can get that far but truly speaking most people who read blogs and write them want a personal touch in that piece of writing, and we are gleefuly waiting to see if that feeling, experience which they wanted or longing for is in that piece of writing. I guess I want to see that bit in every blog, a connection that bring a smile, a let a tear or swell my heart or question my brain.
Earlier I blogged about bigger issues like world peace and things that matters.. but now I realised it is not about world peace.. just as charity begins at home.. we all want to be at peace within ourselves and it is pretty much like getting the nobel prize. So far so good. So to all you bloggers and everyone who wants to blog get it going because it is a moment we all want to register and it is better to get it done immediately. I hope to get going at blogging, unlike all my other school projects which are still rotting for lack of completion.
While I am still at it , I want to know the real meaning of blah, blah.... any one can offer their explanation...

super lazy time of the year ----- the pier at the beach

Right now so many things are going on in my mind, if I were to put in words, I would probably run out of alphabets. But as usual I am not the one to take the baton and begin the marathon. I am kind of lazy per se, but this time laziness and all its adverbs have caught upon me. This has been a hurdle all my life, but now looks like I have been beaten by it. I have raced laziness so many times, but now am seriously no mood to beat it. I am risking a chance to see what is the worse that can happen if I am lazy. I have seen hordes of people do nothing all their lives and nothing has ever happened to them I mean in a wrong or bad sort of way. If there are not many posts coming up in this blogspot means I am being captured by the laziness infection syndrome and will probably never recover in time. If this post is almost to the length of super slim model's bikini then everyone can probably guess the kind of flu I have.

Last night was watching a docu-drama of the 9/11 events. Saw only the last 15 minutes of the show, which was so captivating that the terror and horror of the entire world was shown in the faces of the people. I could recollect my thoughts of that day. Wondering what it is that makes some one do this kind of deed in the name of religious war. It is no religious war. It is fanaticism. Shuddering at how families who had their members perish in a terrible manner. What are we going to answer, when our children ask what was that? Is it a movie? Did people really die? Why did they do it? I think just as we asked questions about the Second World War. We will never be able to give the right answers. Not one person who died on 9/11 had anything to do with any religious fanaticism. It has been more than 4 years. Security at airports, issuing visas and immigration is a little more stringent, but something that should have never happened, did happen on 9/11.
We the people who are alive to tell such a gruesome story to our kids are the ones have to deal with this monster all our lives. The ones who died are the ones who are twice blessed. They dont have to deal with such monsters and they dont have to live in fear all their lives.