2011 - In my words

Uh. Another year about to end with memories sprinkled over each day. I am just sitting and wondering, recollecting those favorite times and wanting them not to get over with this.

One thing I concluded, days just fly away giving us just a fraction of time to unfold our wings and go around it and well before you reach, the destination changes and you keep on travelling, setting the past aside and hoping for a good "next day".

This day has something in it as it says clearly “Hello, still what you are up to? Come on, I am the 11^th hour”. Then you sit down on the New Year’s Eve, sparing some time to think of your unseen destinations and making yourself ready to reach them within the other bunch of 365 days.

This day, the New Year Eve has a value added to it rather than the New Year’s Day. Everyone, not knowing what the other day has in its kitty for them, just wait for it to dawn, so that they can wish for others happiness (mostly, as well they wish for them too), gaining energy and curiosity to go on to the next year, the very New Year and ready to bury the sadness of the past. 

I see all of them as new souls with fresh spirit springing inside them and all most everyone wishing only good things for others (wonder they wish the same on the other days too??)

As I said, this Eve is as well special to me. The charm felt today cannot be felt anytime; however the special the day was meant to be. I feel happy to recollect all those similar kind of “charm” that sprang in me in the past year.

The first thing that pops out - the cricket world cup. Indeed very special. Guys, the India vs Pakistan match at Suggi. One of my favorites.

Trip to Karur to attend VP’s marriage. After a long time, shared my room with friends, the same nostalgia of college hostel days, I felt it then.

Melmandhai. Special as always. Thursday night, after so many years, got a chance to be a kid, narrating and discussing about our gone past childhood days. Still I can hear it, me and Balaji recollecting our old ghost stories and periappa telling “neram aachu, thoongunga pa” :P.

Trip to Kerala made me realize a thing which I would not have realized anywhere else. The catalyst that bond great friends are not the happy factors. They are the “anger, bad health and other non sense” which you don’t want to endure on a leisure trip.

Manaswini. Vinith’s niece. Have almost seen most of her year’s life without being with her. You made me smile (even on days when I decided not to smile) and made most of my days happy (which otherwise could have been just a day that passed without a trace) just by seeing your videos and your “Mazhalai”.

Trip to Halebidu, Belur and Shravanabelagola. (Still not grown up so much to describe all those feelings associated with parents)

Saree shopping with Sunetra. Believe me, the number of sarees seen and hours spent on that day will sum up to my total shopping hours till date. Still loved it (Bit hectic but :P )

Another shopping at Chennai, with Shakthi. Still laughing on the amount of GK she has :P. "Subbu, there is a very famous restaurant in Chennai, they have nice idli's. The restaurant name is Murugan Idli Kadai". ME: "Madam, I am from Madurai. Enake va !!"

Not to forget my dear Interior project at Hyderabad. Learnt the actual meaning of our “practice”, even though it was little on a tougher way. Thanks all the people who made it happen. This will remain in my mind in all the New Year’s to come.

Sivagamiyin Sabatham. Almost read it thrice. Day, night and in dreams.

2011 had lot of things piled up on it, on my behalf, as memories. There were some times, which I feel now, as a tight slap the day has given to me. I know, you have to take a beat so that you take the shape needed.

The climax of the year, gave me more than what I anticipated. Problems approached even after when I decided not to create them. After all, those things should exist or we will forget the real value of good times. Hope it ends with this, the drama of me jumping out of running train to get my bag which was taken by a fellow passenger.

So, dear all, mentioned above. Thanks for making the year beautiful and this note is just very little for what you have given me – MEMORIES.

Wishing you a very happy 2012.

EGO

Everyone wanted to "let go" of it;
not on them, but on others !!

Life is tough

Things you love will always be near;

                               but it is tough every time to express it.

Things apart are always dear;

                              but it is tougher every time to understand it.

Everybody know, how it means to HIM

The moment described it all. Those tears, the happy tears, as said by HIM, explained it all. Not only to HIM, to all those 1.2 billion souls who worship and bless HIM more than I do.

This moment makes me to look back at all those days. Those days make me realize why I got goose bumps, the time when he was hitting the ball, either it’s a boundary or a defensive shot, it surged out something in me and I was telling again and again to me, I am watching him, live, right in front of my eyes chanting out my heart sachinnnnn sachinnnnnnn!!

That night I was thinking, how long I have been watching him. It’s since the time my brain started to record things around, since the time I was fantasized with the click of switch that lights up the box called TV, since the time when the late hours of night begin to appear and my dad and mom still sitting and watching cricket and me controlling my sleep and without understanding the tactics of the game, managing to watch it with the notion to hear INDIA won.

Huh! That’s a long time, 23 years, and yea it’s very long indeed.

There are times when I sit in silence and recall all those cricket memories of mine, because I don’t want to let go those precious times out of my mind and I wanted them to stay afresh, always.

And now, with me penning this down, I am making sure again that those moments will stay here, forever.

Those days, it was an usual sight watching boys of my age tirelessly playing cricket in the evenings and even I had my turn at hometown playing street cricket with my brothers.

The stories my dad used to say me, about, how he wondered at people keeping radio close to their ears hearing commentary on test cricket. I have laughed a hundred times imagining it.

Then I started to read the beauty of the game and how beautifully this man plays it. He got the heroic position in my mind. Cricket started to be the core topic in school leisure hours. Got new friends who too speak cricket. Played cricket quizzes and continued to feel proud when I win over boys, as cricket was always considered to be the guys game in school.

I started collecting all those pictures and articles that come in next day’s newspaper. I started to recognize other country players, commentators and stadiums and venues.

Making ears sharp and listening to commentaries, clapping, smiling, shouting and getting dissolved in to the game. Finding the meaning of all those techies and terms, learning it, understanding it and started speaking about it.

The first world cup series which I was following seriously was the Champions League 2003. Headed by the magic man Ganguly, I still remember the euphoria I got which didn’t make me to go sleep after India wins every game.

Still couldn’t forget the time when I was waiting for the town bus to go back home and watch the then happening cricket series, and a man in cycle shouting that Shewag has started to hit sixes and that journey of 10 minutes was felt worse as if it was a life time wait.

Still couldn’t control the emotion I got when the then hero Anil Kumble made a ten wicket haul in test match.

Still couldn’t jog out the thrill I got when the same hero, even though being hurt, came to bowl for India with a bid bandage around his head.

Still couldn’t run over the enthusiasm I got when Sachin came to run for Ganguly in an one day match.

Still remember the episodes of pitch doctor, Prof. Deno and Gautam Bhimani, Bhogle, the then ESPN logo and the anticipation.

Apart from the happy times, there were some sad, really sad moments too. But I hardly remember them; think I hardly recall them unlike the moments I said above.

But there is one moment which will never vanish from my eyes, the WC finals between India and Australia, how many prayers how many requests to GOD but India lost. Sad to see Ganguly, Sachin, Zaheer, Nehra the then heros.

Still remember that wacky smile Ganguly got when India was under pressure and a dark cloud came to pour over the ground but vanished in seconds carrying away all the smiles.

That presentation ceremony, uhhh, still can’t take it; Sachin even after being named the Man of the Series came with such a pain in heart and a sad face to pick his trophy. Disappointing time it was.

To my ecstasy in my 10^th matriculation syllabus, there was a lesson in English called “The Cup of Joy” featuring India’s 1983 world cup win. Still are memories of Kala miss teaching it and me sitting in the first bench and paying the most un-scattered concentration.

Still the euphoria continues, with my friend lying in the floor of Tirunagar hostel mess and watching test match on a Sunday noon, fighting for Dhoni’s picture, that precious keychain from VP with Ssachin’s signature on it and now the world cup itinerary still fixed on my bedroom door.

Those gone times, still makes me feel like a kid, badly wanting not to grow up, but be the same with the same delight, with the same grin, but well before the prayer ends, time has rolled, so far, so long, impossible to go back, left with the only option of closing my eyes and picturizing those good old moments, that brings a smile, and those happy tears.

Even, it means to me a lot, a lot more than I want.

I know how it feels

You know how it feels, may be you know if your are lucky enough to have one, unlike me!

The most wacky thing that always disturbs me is this. The only thing which I always regret, that too for the mistake undone.

I have asked this to me, not hundreds, thousand times, "its not my mistake, then why the hell people project it as my mistake?.. I don't know, I cannot take this, my heart cries, whenever I ask this question to me.

After being or trying to be good with people, and at times if I am not able to cope up to the SITUATION then this is the reply I get, "oh! you don't have brother or sister know, thats why you are like this".

That puts me off like anything, but I always managed to reply them back a smile.

Tell me, how it feels to have a sibling with you.

You know how it feels?? May be you know if your are lucky enough to have one, unlike me!