People on both sides of the road, people on rooftops, people on walls, people on trees, people braving the rain, people bringing the city to a stop. People cheering any one who passed, people cheering anyone with a tricolor in his hand, people cheering any BEST bus passing, people sending a roar up in the air for just about anything. A cavalcade of bikers with tricolors, a cavalcade of cars with tricolors, a cavalcade of police on bikes, then a van full of dancers and DJ blaring out loud music, and then the open double decker bus with the heroes waving the tricolor. And everyone cheered the T20 world cup winners.
I was the witness to the cliché “India a cricket crazy nation” today. 60% of Mumbai came to a halt as the cricketing heroes of the nation returned from their winning escapades in South Africa. The adulation was something to be seen to be believed. Crores have been raining on these champs since the moment they lifted the coveted trophy. Dhoni and his soldiers have written history and that too against the nations archrivals. And the nation is proud of each one of them.
But what about the other heroes of the nation? Those who lay their lives every time we are up against our archrivals in a game which if lost the price you pay is nothing less than your life. Does anyone even remember these heroes? Leave alone crores, has anyone ever bothered to ask whether their families are getting a decent livelihood?
Wonder why we didn’t give the Kargil heroes such a welcome? May be we were busy sulking about the Indian cricket team’s performance in the 1999 World Cup.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
The one thousandth person!!!!
After meeting nine hundred and ninety nine people you will meet the one thousandth person who will stand beside you through thick and thin. Who may not guide you, who may not follow you, who may not even correct you when you are wrong, but whenever the times will be hard and you need someone, that person will be there.
If we are lucky enough the one thousandth person will be the first one we meet, other wise you can very well understand the meaning of meeting nine hundred and ninety nine people. By the time you get there you would have literally lost all your hair. But it is really a matter of choice you can actually chose whom you want to be the one thousandth person. But then if you choose that person to be your one thousandth person you should also try to be the one thousandth one for that person.
Its not easy. But I guess there is a thousandth person for all of us its just a mater of meeting up nine hundred and ninety nine people.
If we are lucky enough the one thousandth person will be the first one we meet, other wise you can very well understand the meaning of meeting nine hundred and ninety nine people. By the time you get there you would have literally lost all your hair. But it is really a matter of choice you can actually chose whom you want to be the one thousandth person. But then if you choose that person to be your one thousandth person you should also try to be the one thousandth one for that person.
Its not easy. But I guess there is a thousandth person for all of us its just a mater of meeting up nine hundred and ninety nine people.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Four Steps of Luv ...
The Four Steps of Luv Theory as proposed by Dr. Vivek Singh goes something like this...
Step 1: Falling in Luv (Read: infatuation)
Step 2: Making Luv (Read: have sex)
Step 3: Unmaking Luv(Read: Fighting over petty things like comming late to the coffee shop)
Step 4: Breaking Luv(Read: Break off)
This goes to prove the fact that everything that falls must break unless its unbreakable. So dont fall and dont break.
Step 1: Falling in Luv (Read: infatuation)
Step 2: Making Luv (Read: have sex)
Step 3: Unmaking Luv(Read: Fighting over petty things like comming late to the coffee shop)
Step 4: Breaking Luv(Read: Break off)
This goes to prove the fact that everything that falls must break unless its unbreakable. So dont fall and dont break.
Blogs From a Train to Mumbai - 1.0
"So do you want to mary her", he asked, " yes", he said. "Then whats the problem", asked the old man, "She doesnt want to marry me", he said still looking out of the window. "So does that make you sad", said the old man, "Yes it does", Said he. "So what do u do about it", "I goto the mandir every day atleast five to six times a weak" Said he. "And why doesnt she wants to marry you", " Because she is from another religion", said he.
"Do you still meet her?" " no we are not on talking terms any more", "Why thats so sad" said the old man. " So do you go to meet her" asked the old man. "no I dont I goto to the mandir instead, whenever I think of god I feel I am close to her" he said.
"You should go to her as many times as possible and to the mandir only once in a while and you can tell her that you have given her a place which is higher than that of god's" the old man adviced. The sardar from Infosys Mohali smiled and continued looking outside the window, as if he was trying to search her beloveds face in the river below the bridge.
"Do you still meet her?" " no we are not on talking terms any more", "Why thats so sad" said the old man. " So do you go to meet her" asked the old man. "no I dont I goto to the mandir instead, whenever I think of god I feel I am close to her" he said.
"You should go to her as many times as possible and to the mandir only once in a while and you can tell her that you have given her a place which is higher than that of god's" the old man adviced. The sardar from Infosys Mohali smiled and continued looking outside the window, as if he was trying to search her beloveds face in the river below the bridge.
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