Be the Best

All am trying to do is analyzing a man who defied age and fatigue for more than 20 years and is still in the game. Many a young talents came and went during his illustrious career, he had to carry the entire teams responsibility, remember the time when the entire Indian batting line up collapsed as soon as he got out, after a few years he got competition, but neither the new players determination nor their talent were a match to this colossus. Then there was 20-20 cricket, a form of game which didnt exsist when he started playing cricket..he failed at it in the beginning, they said 20-20 is only for young cricketers, he defied it proving yet again that he is a phenomenal cricketer.. he has more than 100 centuries...he must have watched his team lose a lot of matches, he raised the best player trophies a lot of time, he got drenched in Champagne after his team's victory. Nevertheless, he still kept his enthusiasm intact, he suffered a lot of injuries, he had slumps in his form.. he is not like rocky the boxer.. he didn't take a break and then made a dream comeback, for he is no rocky.. he didn't lose his enthusiasm for his game even though he was awarded fame and money..for in an impulsive country like India, instant success and consequent riches are not really hard to achieve.. But, cricket was always his first love.. Then i realised this, when you love something a lot.. you will excel at it.. if you love something a lot, and if you are gifted with extraodinary levels of genius.. you'll simply be a Sachin Tendulkar at it. Sachin was probably successfull becasue he was never afraid of competition, he know and he believed that he is the best and he is humble all throughout his career, he accepted every defeat,..he never had controversies with other players in his career spanning over 20 years. he conquered his emotions.Arrogance has never been an attribute of legendary players.. He acknowledges his every milestone to the god by looking at the heavens, he is humble to god even when the whole country considers him as a god..his down to earth approach completes eliminates the ego factor. The expectations he have on him when he goes to bat in every match are surreal, he was expected to hit centuries in each and every match he plays, when he was out for a duck in the world cup 2003 versus sri lanka, he didn't show any emotion, for he is way beyond them, for him it was just another match in which he missed a ball. Tendulkar is not just a cricketer, he is a human example for success. Speaking about enthusiasm, i once asked my professor who was teaching in the same university since the last 25 years, if he is bored of teaching everyday.. he replied that he isnt, and he added that there is always a new thing to learn everyday and that he has to learn it and teach it to the students, so when you are learning something new everyday, its not mundane anymore.If i go and ask the same to sachin whether he is bored of cricket, he will probably reply in the same manner.. enthusiasm is the key to success, if not, atleast it is the key to self satisfaction.. Sachin is doing it throughout the years as he is fond of doing it.. my teacher is still teaching with the same interest as he did 20 years as he likes doing it.. if you really want to be prolific, whatver field you are in, whatever you are doing, whoever you are..never lose the enthusiasm towards what you are doing.. don't think of being famous, don't aim to be rich, for they are temporary and will take you nowhere.. the right way is to approach it with zeal, and most of all believe that you are the best.. you will be the best..

The lake

He was on his way walking to the lake now, half way thru already. He will have to cross the Lincoln street, and then the east stadium boulevard, a few yards from cherry street and there lies the lake in all its glory, not a lot of fishes though owing to the reason that it’s a manmade lake, a wide variety of trees bordering the lake and silhouetting the mountains in the background. He is on the Lincoln street now and the sun is beginning to set, throughout the way he laid his hand on his pocket where he kept his cell phone, occasionally taking it out and checking if he got any messages. He rarely walked alone on that street; there was some sort of sadness in his eyes, quiver in his breath and loneliness filled all over him. As he walked he thought how different life could be, he stopped at a tree where he held her hand, where they looked into each other’s eyes, that’s when she said “We will be together, forever”. The time has passed away and he passed the tree continuing his journey to the lake. He remembered a line which he read from a book a while ago, “You come alone to this world, you will go alone”. He laughed at his very thought, it wasn’t his usual laugh though, this was a laugh at his own ignorance.



He took out his cell phone again; it still had no text messages or missed calls, just a wallpaper of her looking at him and smiling. Now he came to the end of the street, if they were together, they would normally run across the street if it was the red signal, she never liked it but ran with him as he wanted to do it. The traffic light showed red, he wanted to run but stopped now as she doesn’t like running the signal, his inside voice spoke, “Run, idiot! There is no one stopping you now”. He came to the stadium boulevard now; there are no people on the side walk. He took out his cell phone thinking if she called him or texted him, but there was nothing, just her wallpaper smiling at him. He continued to walk silently, his feet cramping as he didn’t have any food since the last few days. He finally came to the cherry street, a few paces and he could see the lake, he could see her run before him and challenging him to beat her to the lake. He started running, slipped and fell to the ground, his hand bruised badly, he looked at the street, there were no one, she wasn’t there, but he could still feel her around. He walked slowly to the lake, sat at the coast with his feet in the cold water; he could feel the gravel and the sand under his feet. He cried looking into the lake, water slowly came down his moon-lit cheeks. He spent countless nights with her near the lake, she passed away, but he will keep coming to the lake, even though she passed away her memories will remain with him, their memories will remain with the lake.

The NEW jOB

“ i am the same whatever it is, having to do many things, many reason to owe.. no one to blame except me.. failed yet again..lost this job..sitting at the same place again..listening to the same sad songs again and again to drain my sorrow…” that’s my story these days, people of my age going with their girls after the days work..its long since I had a drink with the girl liked..girls here come with money..i need to go search for a new job..again the very routine job…setting goals and achieving them, time and achievements decide my pay..and there will be one Mr.Harry in every office who will try his best to drag you down the ladder..ok..enough blaming the world..lets go do something exciting before joining a job”

Its 10 in the night, he just has enough money to pay that nights dinner, sipping the soda from the can he came to the street, wind is blowing at a steady pace, a paper came to his feet…it was the days news paper, rugged and tore by the cruel day…he took it into his hands..he saw an advertisement displaying the photo of a woman, who robbed her owner and ran with money...he smiled at her photo…he thought may be he could ask her out…he smiled at the very thought…he trashed the can and started walking his way back home..hands tucked inside his pockets…he walked alone the road..he didn’t sleep that night…thoughts wandered in his mind on what to do..he lost many jobs but he never quite felt this way..he woke up early that morning and went to the very office he was fired yesterday…he went to the managers cabin… “I am so sorry for what I did, I promise that I’ll work to your expectations this time, please give me a chance”. He paused for a second started walking to the manager and held his neck with lightning speed and said “do you think I will say that”...”give me all the money you have, else this will be your last day at this office..” the manager gave the money…he pushed the manager into a corner and started running pushing everything aside..he felt content and happy while running...he very barely knew that the manager called the police…the police who were searching for the girl who robbed her owner came to the block..he saw the police running towards him..he stopped running and tried to pretend like a normal man…the manager who by the time following him shouted “catch him”… after chasing for some time the police caught him and took him to the police car…even though he was caught, he was not feeling the way he felt after losing the job..he saw someone in the car…the police pushed him into the car…he looked at the girl in the car, shes the very girl he saw in the last days paper…he smiled at her…she smiled too..he suddenly held her throat…she started to scream and gasp for breath…the police tried to drag and separate them out…they caught him and dragged him out of the car…his grip was so strong that she came along with him…he released his grip from her throat..the police gave a blow on his face and went to the women who fell as if she was dead…they tried to bring her breath back…meanwhile he quickly reached for the cops gun and kept it to the cops head…she quickly rose up and came behind him…they pushed the cops into the car, took the car keys, broke the radio and locked the car from outside…and they happily ran ever after

The cry of the blackstone ruins

the bird now reached under the roof landed on the portico, it started quivering its feathers... the drops of water fell on rekha's feet..she was watching the birds play in the rain, they were running around in circles playfully, far away she could see the ruins of a fort made of black stone...she can remember her running amidst the ruins with her hands running along the cold stone...things were different now, she came from mumbai to this village to visit her sick grandmother, she liked the village, its quiet surroundings, friendly people, irregular rain, cold atmosphere and especially the ruins of the black fort...she was looking into the village from thier old building when her phone rang, for the umpteenth time, rohan again saying sorry about what happened few days back...she didnt pick up the call, instead she turned her head away from her phone and tried to concentrate on her childhood days in the village, playing with farmers kids and dancing in the rain forgetting herself...before the call from her grand mother that she was sick, she was busy in her office in mumbai performing the final steps of her project, she was working on the project since the last two monhts and from this week she didnt even have enough sleep, most importantly she didnt meet rohan, the phone rang and the screen flashed the name rohan, rekha and rohan were in love since the last seven years, the voice wasnt rohans, instead it was ravi..rohans best company whom rekha hated. Ravi in a hurried voice said that rohan was met with an accident and was in hospital in a severe condition, rekha's heart started racing like an engine, she asked where rohan is and ravi asked her to go to rohans place as quickly as she can. She picked her keys and drove the car as fast as she could to rohans house. Everything was silent and she felt it gloomy, she saw the door open, she went in and suddenly rohan jumped from the back and held her from back...she was surprised and told him about the call, he then said that he made a bet with his friends wether she would really come for him, she stood without any expression on her face, after a few seconds tears rolled from her pink face which until then was filled with an anxiety of what happened to him..she slapped him on his face and slammed the door. All rohan could hear is the tyres of rekha's car skidding angrily on the road, the sound slowly died..he followed her to the office, she didnt talk to him, he went to her home, she didnt open the door, they fought many times but she never behaved like this, he sent her greetings, sms's, mails that he was sorry, she didnt reply, she didnt talk to him from last 10 days, he was still calling her trying to contact her and she was just avoiding him. The rain slowly stopped and she went into her house, sat on the table and ate her lunch in dead silence, her grand mother was asleep, the water dripping from the top into the small rain ponds was making a persistent sound. She decided to take a walk and went with an umberella incase it starts raining again, she set to the fort ruins, the rain just eneded, the smell of the wet soil filled her as soon as she entered the fields, rain drops which stayed on the leaves of trees fell on her as the wind blew slowly, she was trying to forget what happened, she was happy that her grand mother is recovering, but was unable to digest what rohan had done to her, the ruins slowly got bigger as she went closer, the wet green grass around the black stone fort grew until ankle length, far away she saw cattle grazing in the plains, a boy sitting on a high rock was playing a wooden flute with an umbrella made of dried coconut leaves on his shoulder, she sat on one of the ruins and placed her hands on the cold rocks and looked at the village, the cold air along with the wooden flute sound passed her, she suddenly felt as if she was in a different world..she laid her head back on the stone, she slowly closed her eyes, she was awaken by a womans cry, she ran into the fort, she saw a woman crying her heart out holding the hand of a man who lied motionless leaning his back to the wall, she ran to them, she laid her hand on the womens shoulder and asked her what happened, rekha tried to console the women, she was unconsolable, she didnt stop crying, after sometime she wiped her eyes and said that this man was her love, he died consuming poison as she wasnt talking to him, they fought over a petty matter and she didnt talk to him for a few days, after trying for many days to make her talk to him again, he took his life by consuming poison, she then held his hand to her face, kissed his hand as said '' I am sorry dear, I love you".... suddenly someone touched rekha's shoulder, it was ramu, thier servants son, rekha looked around and it was night already, moon was shining brightly and ramu was sent to seach her and he was panting for air as he was running around searching for her...she was sitting on the ruins with her head laid back onto the stone...she was confused of what happened and couldnt hear anything eventhough ramu was speaking something, after sometime she made her mind that it was a dream and jumped from the ruin into the grass and started walking to the village along with ramu...he started running before her playing with a stick...she turned back and saw the ruins, in the ruins she saw the women now lying with her head on the mans lap..both were silent now with thier eyes closed...ramu pulled her by her arm and asked her to come...she started walking backwards with her gaze still on the moon lit ruins...she heard the womens voice again " I am sorry dear, I love you" .... rekha suddenly started running to her house through the wet grass and ramu started running with her trying to catch her speed....she raced to her room, picked the phone, panting heavily, called rohan and said  " I am sorry dear, I love you "

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HE can see

''How can HE see what we were doing ? ''... '' I don't know, it is a blessing or may be a curse ''. HE can see everythign around him.HE can say what they were doing,what they did,what they were going to do.HE can say which way they were moving,HE knows each ones destination.HE caught people while stealing,HE was halied as a king...whishpers spread the word that he had only one eye...but who could see...they always felt things,never seen anything...they neither knew the color they are wearing nor the things around them...One day they heard a voice...the very voice which terrified them...the very voice which made them think for the first time out of thier world...they do not know where the voice is coming from...but they can feel the voice...moving around them...sometimes staying with them rather closely...eating thier food and drinking thier water...some tried to talk to the voice...they gave the voice a name...HE...they tried to talk to him...they asked him questions... '' Who are you ? '' ... " Where you came from ? '' .... '' Why did you come here ?'' ... " Aren't you from this world ?'' ... " Are you God ?''... he replied to none... one day HE caught a child who was about to fall into a pit... the child felt terrified by his touch...he then released his hands,the child bent down the ground and felt the pit with his hands...the child then asked a question which made him to answer... " How do you know that there is a pit her?''....HE said " I can see the pit there "... the child was enthralled by the mans gift...he went and spread the word in the village...but the words of the children were never taken seriously...they said HE cant see...they said HE was a god who came to live with us...they hailed him as a king...then they heard the voice laughing...laughing strangely...laughing at thier ignorance...

 

For in the land of blind.......the one eyed man is king              ....  the child is right

From India with love

the cold rain water is slowly sliding on the glass window...there he sat looking into the rain with his kid sleeping in his lap...many questions remaining unanswered...when he was in love he didnt even think whether it is wrong or not...rain always reminded him of sabeth...those were the days when he was in college doing his graduation...he came far from india to study in the united states of america...life  in america was new to him as well as exciting...he met people from different cultures...during his long walks in the evening he met sabeth...wrapped in layers of wool...her face was like the winter snow... '' It was the first time i saw her,she was beautiful...i thought i was in love''... '' For a moment i stared at her...they seemed excited on taking a look at a stranger...her laips reacted with a amicable smile...the same innocent smile which will captivate me in the years to come...She said ''Hi!''...we talked and walked and i asked her for a coffee rather unwillingily afraid of what she would think of me for i was an introvert...to my surprise she accepted...we talked for a long time about life here...she was from china...we walked from there to the way back...her dorm is on the other side of the campus...we were walking in the campus...my hand touched hers...i felt a sensation...i dont know how she felt...she kept talking...she asked me to show the store there...it was a big three storeyed store...we went there...i said i need to buy some books and asked her to wait in the ground floor...it took me some time and to finish my shopping and when i came back to the ground floor...i kept searching for her...i couldnt find her...i searched for an hour...i went back to my room...i couldnt sleep that day...in the long conversation i had..i didnt ask her e-mail or phone number...it all went like a dream...i thought why she left me like that..is she afraid of strnagers...is she avoiding me...the next day i went to the university directory and searched the name sabeth...there were 8 results...i mailed all of them asking...'' are you the same sabeth whom i met yesterday '' ... after two days i got reply from her...i asked if we two can talk again...we met at the university Mc.D...i really liked her..''... '' this is how i met your mother sid '' ... he wanted to her make her his... he married her against thier parents wish...the time they spent together was the most happiest time in thier lives... sid was born after a few years only to amplify thier happy life... everything is perfect in thier life... but that fateful day came ... the day which proved again that life is unfair... thier happy frame broke like a unattachable glass...she met with an accident when they were in china...the prophet of thier family preached that she will die because she married an alien away from the family tradition...everyone blamed him for her state...but those words didnt effect him as there is another inevitable thing that is going to happen which will leave a permanent vacancy which can never be filled...she went into the room where she was lying...it was her final moments...he sat beside her...they looked into each other eyes...billions of emotions and words travelled from each other within seconds...all the life they spent together flashed before thier eyes...both went to another world...entirely different from where we are now...where only both of them exsisted...something pulled him back from that world...he wanted to go with her...but...something is stopping him...she left him...he cried his heart out holding her hand...the hand which wiped his tears when he was in pain  was now there...lying motioinless ... he turned back and saw sid standing at the door...he was the reason why he is still in this world where she wasnt there...he took the child and left china...to india...for he came to china from india with love.....he left china without his love which left forever into a place where there is only one way to reach...he will wait all his life to reach her...........she will wait too.................................................                  

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FALSE...

Think of two exactly contrasting terms...black and white...well, you are close...what about truth and false?...if you refer the dictionary for the word ''truth''... it shows that '' The word truth can be used to mean honesty, good faith, sincerity, agreement with  or reality ''.Honesty,good faith,sincerity...we are familiar with all these terms since childhood...they are quintessential for leading a good life...this was what the wise say...the saying which came to us through the ages...truth is probably the only word which has the same essence...be it any religion...any region...truth is probably the strongest nude reality which we can feel...truth is powerful......truth is very dangerous as it changes the things which are false...we live many falses as we are afraid to accept the truth..it changes our life...it brings us low down to the earth from the false heights...living truth is hard..might not be comfortable...definetly not luxurious...these are the inhibitions of a man who was afraid to accept the truth...the reality..i live on unreal inhibitions...unreal thoughts...my life is based on things which did not exsist...which never will exsist...i made things...made people believe that they did exsist..i dont want to accept the truth...am comfortable living like this...living on unperceptible things...making them look perceptible to others..i manipulate the truth...this is life...not a true or false questionaire...there is nothing like truth...what most people believe is true indeed is true...eventhough its false in reality...we are not living in reality...isnt that funny...few days before i went to a interview...i gave him my certificates...let me tell you a secret...they are fake...but am not afraid...am confident that they had something fake in that company too...so we both are living on the same grounds...and guess what i got that job...i saw a loser...who according to me is a honest man...he didnt get that job...may be he kept everything genuine...thats why he failed...i wanted to go and tell him that '' everyone cheats,why dont you do that '' ... but i did not..do you know why...well it is my success secret....i know am doing wrong and i know it in the very end of my life,...does anything else matter then...nothing...ill feel low for just minutes or hours before dying...but why waste all these years thinking of the sad last hours...am Mr.False....am the winner in this contemporary unreal world....you can see me everywhere around you...you will meet me every other day......i will see you later...until then...take care..............  ----- F A L S E