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Sunday, March 24, 2013

Solitary confines of the 22 yards!!

You are recognized the world over,the teeming public in stadia and home chants your name,expectations tethered to your bat everytime,lacks of young boys shadow your skills,you have achieved greatest honors you are touted as a game`s great,you are respected and loved,you are .....


In the gloriously fertile space of a genius`s  mind,there exists little room for banality.When you delve deep into your energy reserves to make that dive,you realize you could have done more as you watch the ball racing to the boundary.Oh,how you wish you were four-five inches taller.Win! Win! It doesn't take 100 runs always,and it takes only one run in many ways.Spanking shots,elegant drives,effortless wrists,unpenetrable defense and cold steely eyes and then one dropped chance.You sigh! the world thinks you can make it all up,afterall you are superman,and you think-get back to basics.And suddenly you are the apple of their eyes with 90 to your name while the other guy nonchalantly gets the double ton.And then you are sore to them when you fail.You have to do well,you have to perform,its all your fault though,you gave them the panacea,and now they are addicted.

Normal? When you are normal? when you are celebrating the success of the team or when you from the grilled visor of your helmet wait for the red cherry to come near your wood? Do you sleep gloriously when you lead your team to  victory or you shift with a nervous energy akin to a young boy.You are also addicted.To the sweat dripping,to the bat raising,to the hand shaking and to the trophy wrapping.You are so very much tied to the game,you are all the more free.Greatly aloof from the known fact about your greatness,your mind is an island,purposeful and artistic.You think simple,while the world gloats.You think humane,while the world gasps at the divinity.Not their fault I say,there are those eyes that looks downwards-your eyes and there are those that look up-their eyes.You act,you don`t think! You mesmerize them not yourself! You do what you have to,every single time-to play.That`s enough,that is what all they ask for.Uninitiated,they will throw brickbats also,for they hate your counterpart,your worse half,the one who fails in the most elementary of tricks sometimes.
Tons of paeans are written the world over for you,millions watch the game so that they could tell their generations about your generation,and scores drool over your left handed signature skills and you?you casually listen to your music player and silently walk when you get a rough decision on the field? Didn't the energy of the world transfer to you.Why you don't change?Why it seems you are still the kid that played fifteen years ago?Your innocent voice perhaps hides more than we can imagine.To go to chasms and eke out the demons would be easier than to define a defiled page of your life and character.And it is not about deitifying you,it is more about getting the pedestal more closer to the commoners so that they can see you more,absorb your more.
Willful admission of the horror of missing you in the entirety from the game`s arena mitigates it somewhat.But the time is close. Notwithstanding some of the people have already retired you in their minds and possibly money ordering your pension to you,the majority of them would agree that none of the earthly limits one sets on a sportsman`s stature doesn`t apply to you.Age,records,wins,losses doesn't matter as long as the game is still made more beautiful-by you.The daydream spell you have casted so many times over fans and non believers alike is lifting but the real world is horrifying.The real world without your purity would not be a nice place to write or talk about.There would be no immortals,no heroes...only shards of reminiscences that would pierce through our memory.We would then remember what you stood for.You,however would be just normal,listening to music,in your home,albeit without those fluffy pads,without those beads of sweat and with no strings attached,in your own solitary confine.
The 22 yards will miss you Sachin once you are done!

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Random Musings::Heaven on Earth!

Heaven on Earth

The conjecture of  a place well beyond the reach of humans has long enticed our imagination.To us notion of heaven is luring,bordering between our own wistful thinking and reality and dimming the light between beauty and dreams.
Immortalized in movies as a place of rolling hills,vast green lands, beautiful well fed animals living in unusual harmony,with no humans!It seemed that to each one of us we should be the first one to go to that unique place,in silos,with only nature around us( strange! we never include ourselves in our definition of nature).And guess what we have done to go to that place.We are always anxious,getting jealous ,becoming obnoxious,tottering between god-cursing and self demeaning behavior.
And we don't know what purpose our mind,body and heart are there for,we seek knowledge,we seek answers,as if god forgot to fit the answering machine while he went for his supper.Why we don't think pure,why our body aches from the daily routine,why our heart goes back to those heart aches as if someone up there has put a bookmark on our lives,to go back and repeat.A hoop-a-la, a matrix where we are not the one,neo.
To me sometimes,we are nothing but testing bots for a supreme power,we are made believe to have extraordinary powers of resolve,kindness and love and yet the strings are pulled from somewhere else.We crib about yet believe in destiny,luck and that elusive pot of gold.What I see in the mirror is a doppelganger, I have started doubting my own existence.I feel I am the lifeless monkey in the partnership with a absent ventriloquist we call God.The insecurity in all of us whether for our future is more about having something and someone.We truly are social and we truly are animals.
The place in the ether where I can do whatever I want must exist,because there is a place where I cannot do whatever I like and also there is a place where I am forced to do everything I don't like.People might say choice is all ours but we all need something else to confirm it to us.
The place of great escape called home,the goto person called friend,the omnipresent angels called parents are more than amulets we care for.Our thoughts are centered around them and more.More are the desires.They never end.So we are thrown in a vortex to struggle to get out to a comfortable spiral pace to still spin.We are not allowed to get out.And that`s the reason why we are so very enticed by God,Satan,Death,heaven..hell!! For they represent a getaway,they are the pinups on our freedom wall like heroes.We created religion so that we can fear and hope in equal measure and let someone not escape this mundanity.We created relations so that we believe that our bodies are much more than the blood pressure and neurons travelling randomly.We created money,terrorism,destruction too.Shin-Shan. We have done all.Been there,done that.
But what`s next.The heaven`s receding away,the hell not far behind.Whether we would reestablish our notions or we would be reestablished,who knows!We like to know the answers to our questions,but lets first ask the right questions.
A great stew is this life.Hunger belies bellies,some big ,some small.And potboiler is the palette of our emotions.Throw in some spice of love and we are good to rumble.But is the yearning of going aboard the Noah`s Ark is lost somewhere or is the ember still burning.The wisest tell that the 'paradiso' is our earth only,and we are gods in our own measure.But as they say,we would like to believe something else and wait for the rolling hills and the nymphets serving divine nectar.

Random Musings...