Day 28 ~ Only pictures

Pictures…

I really couldn’t think of so pictures which left a lasting memory. Pictures of events or concerning events. None from my life at least.

I thought I’d post pictures of events that left a lasting impression in my mind. Here are a few.

India’s Triumph in Cricket World Cup 2011. : Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been watching cricket and every single world cup we participated in, there used to be huge ad campaigns motivating the team to go and win the tournament and every single time we had one or the other weak link and we’d come back dejected. This time however it was a wild run! I remember watching the match sitting in Chennai with my parents and when Dhoni hit that six, me and mom both had tears in our eyes. And I just said “Finally, we did it!”. From what I’d heard, people were on the streets in Delhi and Mumbai. Millions on the streets with car stereos blaring songs and people dancing and rejoicing. It was one evening when the whole country was celebrating. We have festivals but each one belongs to a religion and so not ALL people celebrate any of the festivals. This however was a unified celebration!!!

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Sachin Tendulkar’s 200 : Another force within the larger force of cricket, on which every single Indian stands on the same viewpoint is Sachin Tendulkar. He is probably the one most loved son of India.. unparalleled. I haven’t come across a single Indian, not one, who isn’t a fan of this man. When he was close to hitting a double century somewhere in his 180s, people in offices accross the country stopped working and ran to the cafeterias. I ran too once he reached 186, his previous highest. And then began the struggle to get to the 200 mark. Slowly he made it to 197 and then there were just 3 balls to go with the captain on strike. And the crowd booed Dhoni’s six and 4 that came off that over because it didn’t matter what India scored anymore. When Sachin came on strike the air was tense as never before. It’s amazing, the amount of silence that a group of 100, twenty and thirty year olds can generate, while in a cafeteria. You could actually hear a pin drop when the bowl was being balled. And then he just directed the ball and dashed for the non-striker’s end. The crowd erupted, with it erupted every cafeteria in India’s companies, every crowd that had gathered around TV screens any and everywhere. This was a moment of triumph. Of firsts.. and it was pure joy!

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Qutubuddin Ansari pleading the mob to spare his family during the Godhra Carnage. :

I’ll never forget this image. I remember seeing this image in the newspaper when all of this was taking place in our country. I was in std 10 and I was suddenly into the news big time and reading the newspaper was something I used to look forward to. I remember a chill going down my spine when I saw this image. It was the most shameful incident this country has ever witnessed, where the country stood quietly and watched processions of bodies going to the grave on TV and  newspapers and none of us bothered to look inside ourselves and question if we were okay with that humanity that was dying within us as we went to offices, had our lunches and laughed on small jokes and got back home and slept a sound sleep while mobs of hundreds were slaughtering people in huge numbers in a part of our country for no fault of theirs. For just one reason, God. A creation of man, that has left more misery in this world than peace and happiness.

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The Tank man  and this video of his.

Heroes are born out of ordinary people. This video speaks all. And this image is inspiring. One man against an army and his defiance coming out of the belief of him being right, and he actually being right! (not like the ones who live in their rarified bubble, like Hitler and the likes)

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I’m not sure this is as intense as the other images especially in the order in which I’ve taken you, but this image stands clear in my mind because I had a CD of Michael Jackson’s Thriller album which I flicked from my cousin brother and it had  a small booklet with this as the cover image. Michael Jackson was my hero as I was growing up. As was with most of the kids in the 80s and 90s. He embodied the definition of an artistic genius with such beautiful music and dance that just left the world spellbound. I grew up listening to Thriller and Bad. And his music lifts me up even today. I cannot get his songs off my playlist ever. I cried the day I heard of his demise. I don’t care what he was accused of, he did as much for the Black community as Oprah, Malcolm X and the likes did. And he’ll be my hero always.

 

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By the by..

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Day 26 ~ Something you read online. Leave a link and discuss, if you’d like.

Simply one of the best articles I’ve read about a sports personality, his trials and his triumph!

http://www.grantland.com/story/_/id/7518166/the-epic-warfare-rafael-nadal-novak-djokovic-australian-open-final

 

I just love how he puts in perfect words what it must be to be Rafael Nadal. This one article brought the whole story of the player to me and I became a fan of Nadal. I completely shared his views about supporting Federer over Nadal.

I’ll leave the rest to the article and your views on it.

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Day 12 ~ What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life…)

I miss quite a few things.. Most of them are phasal or momentary and not prolonged.

I miss my school days, friends I used to play cricket with every evening. I miss the Pujo Pandal (Durga Puja Festival) every year in our football field where the whole society gathered every single evening to watch children perform and to socialize.

I miss my friends from school, who even today when I meet them share their life with such candor and glee. I sometimes miss that connect of “I know you since you were in your underpants, and so you can share any shit with me!”

I sometimes miss my Uncle, who was my guide and my guru for as long as he lived. He is the source of most of all I know, do, and how I see the world. He asked me questions about what I want to do in life and why I want to do what I want to do. I have kept those questions with me and I still ask myself those questions and try and ask myself if he’d have approved of what I’m going to do or am doing. No major decision gets a go ahead without that thought, more so these days than ever before.

I miss my parents.

I miss my grandpa and the stories of his adventures with wildlife and nature. Sowed the early seeds for my love for wildlife.

I miss the place I was raised in. The nature, the bird sounds, the flowers, the early morning due on the grass, the pleasure of having a hot cup of coffee sitting on the porche staring into the white fog and listening to the deafening silence interrupted by a chirp there a tweet here and a distant siren of the factory.  Such was life once! Much as I hate to typify my posts off-late.. here’s one from one of the poems I read early in my life.. Leisure- William Wordsworth and I tweak it a bit..

Such was life once, careless and carefree

In the arms of your parents, you lay in glee

You watched the butterflies flap their way from one to the next

Sparrows peck on the grass and hop

And the due drop slip through the leaves and fall to the ground

Now you don’t have time to sit and stare 

What is this life, if full of care,

There is no time to sit and stare.

There are things that you always miss when you sit and finally stare. But then sometimes I really don’t want to sit and stare just coz I don’t want to miss a thing.

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It’s not about the money money money…

I stumbled upon this video a few days back and I have been pretty much hooked to the song. It has a some wonderful lyrics for a pop song.

Why is everybody so serious?
Acting so damn mysterious?
Got your shades on your eyes
And your heels so high
That you can’t even have a good time

Bang on target she hits..

And this girl in the video.. I love her cover of this song. She stays on the lines and sings, waits on them. Slow and steady and quietly stressful.. And so genuine and pretty she is. Simple and open.

I just wish there were translations on youtube for this video so I could understand what they say that overwhelms her.

Bravo!! Perfecto!!

Cheers Stela Petrova.

So drink me up hearties… It’s Saturday night!!! And it’s calling me tonight… Coz it’s not about the money money money.. it’s about love!!!

A medium dry martini, lemon peel. Shaken, not stirred… Royallll Rumbleeeeee!!!!! 😉

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Day 5 ~ Profess lou for one of your blogger friends

The Orange Tree is one blog I visit regularly and involuntarily, just like Facebook.

No idea why it’s called citrusness or Orange Tree, lou for orange is apparent but nothing apart from that. But I love reading Priyam’s blog posts.

Why?

First of all because she posts regularly.

Second of all, she posts on such varied subjects and interests and all of them seem to be embedded in her life. Sometimes it makes me wonder just how much do we do every single day and yet say ‘nothing‘ when someone asks what you did all day! There’s so much in the nothingness and her posts make you realize that. Because there’s so much that is happening in her life and some of it you think while reading “Hey ya.. I did that too!!” and it brings a smile on your face.

Third of all, her language is so simple and clear in what she wants to express. You never get a sense of crypt or have to read between lines, or make an effort to understand what her point is. It’s bare, it’s there, and it’s written beautifully.

Fourth, I love the pictures she posts, how she frames them in that white-border frame and positions them right where they are referenced. Wish I could be so meticulous.

Fifth, the posts are seldom negative. There’s always a positive outlook to whats happened in that week, on that day. Something nice. Very rarely have I seen her whine on posts. Commendable!

Sixth and last, because she is a very good friend, and I just love reading her posts. Inexplicable. You just like how some people express and what they express.

Keep writing BOLW… and… just keep writing.. Savvy?? 🙂