Playin with a legend...

The players.Hantuchova Vs Serena Williams,
The game. Wimbledon 2007

It was great to watch the match between these two. Not because of the profile of the players involved or the importance of the match ...but because of something that made me think after watching in...
Everyone knew the outcome well in advance...everyone read about the drama that took place in the court. The injury, the fall, then the comeback n finally the winning of miss Williams..

All the articles n newspaper clippings spoke about the great Williams, her will power , her confidence, her determination.etc etc....yeah its true...when mixed with the literature of the leading newspapers, she was a legend that day..
But nowhere did I read about the one in the other side of the court.. Hantuchova. She was merely picturized as a supporting actress for promoting the main role of the game. Someone whom people used to make the other one immortal...
If thought through this with a pinch of empathy in it... We all could hear the weep of a person whom the whole world betrayed that day, just to glorify the other...situations like these appear very often, especially in sports…and situations like these have never been so kind to the person who bears the brunt..

What Hantuchova did was to play her game, the best possible way she could…. n still that day passed by without a word of appreciation..

She got completely covered in the shadows of a much hyped legend that people chose to ignore her.
Its like these instances, that kills the fire within to be the best.. or at times kindle the fire within to bring out the best. its situations like these that cuts down the desire to excel or at times help it build up…. These are the moments where either a legend starts growing or a legend is being shattered…

We will wait n watch..What effect this has brought in to Hantuchova..will she??

Another week , another weekend....

Another week ...another weekend...

got up late...sat in front of the tv..took a nap again... woke up again...played music...got ready...wnt out ..had lunch...came back...

now again playin music...will take a nap soon..will wake up...will sit in front of the tv ..will go for dinner...will sleep again....

this is wht i have been following all these years.. perhaps this year its worse.as these are the only things i have done on a weekend til now...

but then yeah..meeting friends is also the part of the schedule..but not every weekend...

So is this what all the bachelors out there do.. or are there any guys doing it in a much better way..or worse also..for that matter...anyways...its time for one one the weekend activities.... bye n will comeback whn i wake up....

which is better..

Is it better to be a looser and njoy the world rather than being a winner n feel the pressure to keep winnin everytime you do something....?
Is it better to be an individual without any individuality rather than be someone with an individuality that restricts him from singing loudly or laughin out loud..
Which one is better... a joker who makes a smile on the people who mingle with him or just another human...
Is it better to be your mom's pet than to be your girl's timepass....
which is better.. to cry and then laugh or to be mum everytime...


What ever it is ...i am always in the first part...

They came and they left....

If you had a chance to read the history of a man's life, any normal man for that matter, you perhaps would stumble upon in every page atleast one name of his friends or an incident he had with them...this he would have written in gold..


Yes its them who makes him what he is and shape him to what he will be.. ,


They are the ones with whom he would have fought the most, laughed , shared and teased the most... n if he had earned them from his school or from the UG course, then its his life time assets...this is the same story for each and every man...any man who had walked on this earth.. When he is with them he sang loudly, he jumped high, laughed till the tears came out, forgets his girl, his family, the time of the day, the weight of his wallet , the heaviness of his ego and many a time, he forgets himself ......



Time passes by with the spring in the air, but then comes the reality..its the kick on the face....when the much talked about "expectations and obligations of a man" starts draggin him to his new worlds, somewhere in that journey he would slowly start loosing the firm grip that once held him so tightly in every moment of his life.. he is alone now..



After that its a long break, new work, new faces and phases in life, most common words that come from him will be "busy, hectic, work load, no time, completely forgot, appointments, pre occupied, sorry, i will try, i should be free" etc etc..But when lonliness starts takin its toll in his newly built world slowyl but steadily, the old times starts creepin up...that laughs and fights, that long bike rides and short trips, that dirty jeans and stinkin canvas.... Then come an awakenin.. followed by a mail or an sms or something that technology brings as the boon.. the "keep in touch " syndrome slowly spreads afterwards... Calls starts pouring in...he is busy again but this time not from the new materialistic world of his, but from that old nostalgic past

A get together is in plan... the time and date is fixed, the friends confirm...one of that most expected and looked upon hours...They meet , they hug, they comment on his new tummy, the small musch,they talk, they laugh ouder and louder,,

The good ol days come back, the old songs start singin again..that artificial smile that the new world had presented him paves way to that old thunderous laughs,..after so looong, one day he sleeps with a light heart... He wakes up in the next morning and again the reality kicks him...his time is over,, get back....back to the new world again ..busy, hectic, work load, no time..etc creeps in... bye to the friends, hugged em n there he goes... but this time whn he walks back to his new world, he is no more lonely, no more alone, he has regained, regained that firm grip which he had once let lose ,,,he wouldnt again let it slip from his palms, he wouldnt allow it to be lost again, as he learned that once he lose it, he lose himself, he lose his life...

With the smile in my face, with a new courage in my life, the courage that i regained after long time, the feeling that if i fall now,they would catch me, they would hold me closely... i walk again to my new world.. i proudly say... have my friends now.. i gained them back......

Here I enter

Today June 8th 2007, happened to be one of those days in my life, which brought back my forgotten hunch to do something more in life. Something which others do often or something which I haven’t done before..A hunch that got lost somewhere in the pages of my life's history book...
The attempt to create a blog here is a sheer thrive on spontaneity.A cautious effort to make me believe that i still live inside me... Whether it is yet another successful start before a distressing end or whether it is the morning breeze that give way to a mighty evening storm… I don’t know..
But with all the curiosity and ecstasy... Here I enter…