It was 5th day of March 2005 when I first met him and it was the same very day when I expressed my love for him. It took him some time to accept and take the decision of getting married (there was a smile on my face). I was very happy and started dreaming about the new beginning of my life. Living with a person whom I love and sharing my life with him, what more could someone ask for.
Finally the same year we got married and life seemed to be a bliss. Our relationship is truly based on understanding. I feel lucky to live and share my life with a person who has shown all his patience, commitment, love and concern. I won't call my choice as ideal one rather would say that it goes all about the way we both perceive it giving our marriage lot of dedication and effort to sustain.
May god bless us and keep our bonding strong enough to overcome any obstacle.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Golden Eye
Abhinav Bindra hit the bull’s eye in the 10m air-rifle to become the first Indian ever to win an individual gold in the Olympic Games, yet another chapter has been opened in India's History and it has been coined as "Golden EYE".
Yes, its all in the news channels, newspapers with headlines like "Aaj ka Arjun: Practice made him perfect", not mention "My dream to see India win an individual gold at the Games before I die has been fulfilled: Olympian Milkha Singh on Bindra’s feat". I believe he is the only one who has made India's 108 years old dream come true (olympic games are in progress).
This is what one of the leading newspaper of India said:
Abhinav Bindra looked surprisingly calm and composed on the podium when the Indian Tricolour went up and the national anthem was played at the shooting hall here on Monday. There was just that small wave of the hand, and a smile which was there and yet not there.
In contrast, the Chinese shooter Zhu Qinan, who won the silver medal, wept on the podium and shed buckets of tears later at the press conference. Bindra looked unfazed, untouched by it all. It did not seem as if he had done the impossible. It was, as if, impossible is nothing. But he has always been that way.
A golden eye has fetched him millions of rupees, life time train and air travel passes, a big bonanza gift from his dad.... "A 5 star hotel worth Rs 200 crores". State government after state government has announced rewards for him — states that have had no role in his success, like Maharashtra, Chhattisgarh and Bihar. It’s as if there was a mad race to catch some of the Golden Boy’s reflected glory. The fact is that not just state governments, but the entire government system has had hardly any role in Abhinav’s win.
Now Question is does a gold medal in an event which occurs once in every four fetch you so much of fortune. And answer is definite YES, because you have fulfilled 108 years old dream of a country like India.
Believe me Abhinav has mastered the art of shooting using the air rifle, the technique of rifle, at what angle the rifle needs to be places on your shoulder, to hit the bullseye you need to control the rifle and not vice versa. All these and many more fetched the huge fortune for him.
After this news was out that india finally got a gold medal, one of my colleague busted out saying, olympic should be banned in india (all of were shocked, eyes were wide open, everybody has one word question reflecting on the face "WHY?") and reason being:
1. making career in sports you need to be financially strong (bank balance with infinite liquid cash).
2. even though you have that nag in you, still need recommendation, power, money to prosper in any sports in india.
3. a family gets into huge debits if one of the family member wants to get into sports.
4. People don't devote proper time in practicing, all they do is they prepare in last 1-2weeks before the actual tournament.
5. many more reasons..... the list is never ending.
Time of India newspaper has to say this: "He won because he was lucky to have a rich and generous father — in other words, had access to a private support structure like other successful Indian sportsmen who have triumphed not because of the system, but despite it." I think this statement does justify the five reasons mentioned above and what my colleague was arguing for.
Believe it or not, this colleague of mine was state champion in tennis and had spend lakhs of rupees but couldn't succeed and when asked about the reason why did you.... all the above mentioned reasons with more and more masala added to them were on the table.
Bottom line is whether you win a gold medal or a world cup or nothing, there is always a room at the top which a sports person should aim for.
Yes, its all in the news channels, newspapers with headlines like "Aaj ka Arjun: Practice made him perfect", not mention "My dream to see India win an individual gold at the Games before I die has been fulfilled: Olympian Milkha Singh on Bindra’s feat". I believe he is the only one who has made India's 108 years old dream come true (olympic games are in progress).
This is what one of the leading newspaper of India said:
Abhinav Bindra looked surprisingly calm and composed on the podium when the Indian Tricolour went up and the national anthem was played at the shooting hall here on Monday. There was just that small wave of the hand, and a smile which was there and yet not there.
In contrast, the Chinese shooter Zhu Qinan, who won the silver medal, wept on the podium and shed buckets of tears later at the press conference. Bindra looked unfazed, untouched by it all. It did not seem as if he had done the impossible. It was, as if, impossible is nothing. But he has always been that way.
A golden eye has fetched him millions of rupees, life time train and air travel passes, a big bonanza gift from his dad.... "A 5 star hotel worth Rs 200 crores". State government after state government has announced rewards for him — states that have had no role in his success, like Maharashtra, Chhattisgarh and Bihar. It’s as if there was a mad race to catch some of the Golden Boy’s reflected glory. The fact is that not just state governments, but the entire government system has had hardly any role in Abhinav’s win.
Now Question is does a gold medal in an event which occurs once in every four fetch you so much of fortune. And answer is definite YES, because you have fulfilled 108 years old dream of a country like India.
Believe me Abhinav has mastered the art of shooting using the air rifle, the technique of rifle, at what angle the rifle needs to be places on your shoulder, to hit the bullseye you need to control the rifle and not vice versa. All these and many more fetched the huge fortune for him.
After this news was out that india finally got a gold medal, one of my colleague busted out saying, olympic should be banned in india (all of were shocked, eyes were wide open, everybody has one word question reflecting on the face "WHY?") and reason being:
1. making career in sports you need to be financially strong (bank balance with infinite liquid cash).
2. even though you have that nag in you, still need recommendation, power, money to prosper in any sports in india.
3. a family gets into huge debits if one of the family member wants to get into sports.
4. People don't devote proper time in practicing, all they do is they prepare in last 1-2weeks before the actual tournament.
5. many more reasons..... the list is never ending.
Time of India newspaper has to say this: "He won because he was lucky to have a rich and generous father — in other words, had access to a private support structure like other successful Indian sportsmen who have triumphed not because of the system, but despite it." I think this statement does justify the five reasons mentioned above and what my colleague was arguing for.
Believe it or not, this colleague of mine was state champion in tennis and had spend lakhs of rupees but couldn't succeed and when asked about the reason why did you.... all the above mentioned reasons with more and more masala added to them were on the table.
Bottom line is whether you win a gold medal or a world cup or nothing, there is always a room at the top which a sports person should aim for.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
a tangled tale is written in blood
In the wake of the sudden flare-up in Jammu & Kashmir over the Amarnath land dispute, Lord Shiva must be in deep meditation. The question is should he open his third eye (like fire, powerful gaze to annihilates evil) or continue watching whats happening at the amarnath (are one of the most famous shrines in Hinduism, dedicated to the god Shiva).
Although its everywhere on the news, a brief about the issue is: the 100 acres of land originally allocated to the Amarnath shrine board must be returned to Shri Amarnath Sangharsh Samiti. This has triggered fire among the people and has led to blood on the streets. Localities have forgotten humanity forget about the people responsible for this tangled tale in J&K. Setting things on fire didn't even spare the transportation bus, lots of things were set on fire... just like a barbecue on the beach side, what was replaced in these barbecues were the man's frustrations, state's infrastructure with paneer, chicken, mutton.... you name it, it was there in these fire.
The life in J&K has come to stand still (one of my friend works at Jammu and he says its about 15days he hasn't gone to office nor can he come out of house to buy the daily needs items). Curfews, deployment of Army soldiers, etc... state govt, is it just playing around by saying... "do i need visa to come to jammu", something like "iski topi uske sir".
Why do politician play the role of villain in a person's life even though that particular politician has received a value vote by the person? Why can't they (the politician) understand its because of people he/she has come into power and by default the politician misuses the powers he has got (Govt for the people, by the people and not govt for himself.... thats what he memories every day). I believe there are lots more questions that needs to be answered.... but who has got the time to do so.... every body is busy in.... (you know what).
And still.... anonymous hoarse voice yells 'Bam Bam..' The crowd responds with a full throated 'Bole!'
Although its everywhere on the news, a brief about the issue is: the 100 acres of land originally allocated to the Amarnath shrine board must be returned to Shri Amarnath Sangharsh Samiti. This has triggered fire among the people and has led to blood on the streets. Localities have forgotten humanity forget about the people responsible for this tangled tale in J&K. Setting things on fire didn't even spare the transportation bus, lots of things were set on fire... just like a barbecue on the beach side, what was replaced in these barbecues were the man's frustrations, state's infrastructure with paneer, chicken, mutton.... you name it, it was there in these fire.
The life in J&K has come to stand still (one of my friend works at Jammu and he says its about 15days he hasn't gone to office nor can he come out of house to buy the daily needs items). Curfews, deployment of Army soldiers, etc... state govt, is it just playing around by saying... "do i need visa to come to jammu", something like "iski topi uske sir".
Why do politician play the role of villain in a person's life even though that particular politician has received a value vote by the person? Why can't they (the politician) understand its because of people he/she has come into power and by default the politician misuses the powers he has got (Govt for the people, by the people and not govt for himself.... thats what he memories every day). I believe there are lots more questions that needs to be answered.... but who has got the time to do so.... every body is busy in.... (you know what).
And still.... anonymous hoarse voice yells 'Bam Bam..' The crowd responds with a full throated 'Bole!'
Procrastination
It is said that things happen by doing and not by dreaming. I am sure whosoever said that was not a man. A man knows the importance of dreams. How careful planning can help him avoid work is an art which only men have perfected . Since due to unexplainable reasons woman failed to develop this ability due to which whenever they have an urge to clean their room ;they have to clean it. Men on the other hand use their ability to plan and decide when the room will be cleaned and when the decided time arrives they have no urge of cleaning the room thereby proving that procrastination isn"t a problem but its the solution .
This attitude of men has played a very important role in development of civilization. Just think about the wars which were never fought because men were too lazy to wear uniform. Also the various accidents which were avoided because men decided to watch wwe instead of buying groceries.
Anyway some people always ask men to act. They believe in the 20th century saying that that Practice makes man perfect. For them here is the 21st century saying "Practice makes man perfect Nobody is perfect. So why practice?"
Friday, August 1, 2008
Here comes the bride !
With a heavy heart and mixed feelings, I stepped out of the bridal car. Given a chance, the escapist in me would've definitely run back to the auditorium where I knew my family and friends would still be weeping after that tearful farewell.
The climb to the third floor apartment was steep and an onerous task after a hectic morning full of activity and constant smiling at guests during the post-ceremony lunch. With the heavy silk sari weighing down my already tired frame, I slowly made my way up. “What am I in for?” I asked myself.
A grand welcome awaited me, filled with traditional flavour, and the ethnic essence of the proceedings appealed to me. I crossed the threshold, putting my right foot first, thanks to the thoughtful prompting from my online friend — oops, he was now my groom — and to those innumerable scenes from Bollywood potboilers. Now that I had taken the plunge, better not let a mere ‘left-foot entry’ spoil things for me, right? I then placed the auspicious oil lamp inside the room that would be my haven for life.
Relatives hovered around, apparently trying to make me comfortable, but at the same time extolling the virtues of the groom and telling me how lucky I was to have found such “an excellent boy”, lest I forget. Wasn't the boy too lucky to have found me? I couldn't help but tell myself that ‘my’ people never bothered to keep repeating that their girl was the best under the sun. I wondered what had got into me — these were my people too, weren't they? Or at least they were forced into being so! After all, Indian marriages, as the whole world knows, take place between two families and not just two individuals, I reminded myself.
Meanwhile, I was fed the customary spoonfuls of sweetened milk by relatives. It was my groom's amazing patience that kept me from protesting in disgust. After what seemed like eternity, the two of us were left alone — but the happiness was short-lived. The ever-faithful videographer stayed on and I thought petulantly how he could expect me to smile and pose as if everything was just the way it was. My life had taken a massive swerve, and I still had to get my fingers firm on the steering wheel. I managed to suppress my violent reactions and continued to play the shy bride.
The same evening, after returning from the party arranged by close friends, I was looking forward to nestling my head in my pillow. As I stepped into the room, I realised there wouldn't be the familiar old pillow anymore. I pinched myself and stared wide-eyed at the bed that had been decorated with flowers. My heart skipped a beat as I imagined myself sitting like a typical, coy ‘filmi’ bride in the centre with a veil covering my head. No way, he's a friend, I don't need to get into all that, I told myself. I changed out of the bridal attire into a comfortable salwar kameez. But it was only 11 pm and the night, which suddenly felt interminably long, lay ahead. I waited with bated breath for my husband to wind up his phone conversation. I wished that someone would give me a call or someone would just drop in — anything to prolong the wait for ‘the encounter’. Nothing of the sort happened.
He walked into the bedroom, surprised to find me standing in the corner of the room, looking lost and somewhat confused. “Why haven't you changed?” he asked matter-of-fact.
Yes, why hadn't I? I caressed the delicate nightdress, which my friends had chosen for me. It looked beautiful, and I knew I would look great in it, but now that the time had come to wear it, my courage deserted me. He shouldn't take me for a coward, I thought and quickly put it on and placed myself at the edge of the bed. My heartbeat quickened, my pulse raced and my limbs trembled. I glanced at the clock. Almost midnight, and I was fully awake. All thoughts of my cosy, soft pillow had vanished. I had not the slightest idea of what the ‘encounter’ would be like.
But, one look at his smiling face put my fears to rest. He said, “Smile and relax, darling. This is your own house. You are among friends. Feel at home. Would you like a glass of water to drink?”
For the first time in the cacophony of the day, I realised that I had my friend, and not some stranger, by my side.
Source: Times of India.
The climb to the third floor apartment was steep and an onerous task after a hectic morning full of activity and constant smiling at guests during the post-ceremony lunch. With the heavy silk sari weighing down my already tired frame, I slowly made my way up. “What am I in for?” I asked myself.
A grand welcome awaited me, filled with traditional flavour, and the ethnic essence of the proceedings appealed to me. I crossed the threshold, putting my right foot first, thanks to the thoughtful prompting from my online friend — oops, he was now my groom — and to those innumerable scenes from Bollywood potboilers. Now that I had taken the plunge, better not let a mere ‘left-foot entry’ spoil things for me, right? I then placed the auspicious oil lamp inside the room that would be my haven for life.
Relatives hovered around, apparently trying to make me comfortable, but at the same time extolling the virtues of the groom and telling me how lucky I was to have found such “an excellent boy”, lest I forget. Wasn't the boy too lucky to have found me? I couldn't help but tell myself that ‘my’ people never bothered to keep repeating that their girl was the best under the sun. I wondered what had got into me — these were my people too, weren't they? Or at least they were forced into being so! After all, Indian marriages, as the whole world knows, take place between two families and not just two individuals, I reminded myself.
Meanwhile, I was fed the customary spoonfuls of sweetened milk by relatives. It was my groom's amazing patience that kept me from protesting in disgust. After what seemed like eternity, the two of us were left alone — but the happiness was short-lived. The ever-faithful videographer stayed on and I thought petulantly how he could expect me to smile and pose as if everything was just the way it was. My life had taken a massive swerve, and I still had to get my fingers firm on the steering wheel. I managed to suppress my violent reactions and continued to play the shy bride.
The same evening, after returning from the party arranged by close friends, I was looking forward to nestling my head in my pillow. As I stepped into the room, I realised there wouldn't be the familiar old pillow anymore. I pinched myself and stared wide-eyed at the bed that had been decorated with flowers. My heart skipped a beat as I imagined myself sitting like a typical, coy ‘filmi’ bride in the centre with a veil covering my head. No way, he's a friend, I don't need to get into all that, I told myself. I changed out of the bridal attire into a comfortable salwar kameez. But it was only 11 pm and the night, which suddenly felt interminably long, lay ahead. I waited with bated breath for my husband to wind up his phone conversation. I wished that someone would give me a call or someone would just drop in — anything to prolong the wait for ‘the encounter’. Nothing of the sort happened.
He walked into the bedroom, surprised to find me standing in the corner of the room, looking lost and somewhat confused. “Why haven't you changed?” he asked matter-of-fact.
Yes, why hadn't I? I caressed the delicate nightdress, which my friends had chosen for me. It looked beautiful, and I knew I would look great in it, but now that the time had come to wear it, my courage deserted me. He shouldn't take me for a coward, I thought and quickly put it on and placed myself at the edge of the bed. My heartbeat quickened, my pulse raced and my limbs trembled. I glanced at the clock. Almost midnight, and I was fully awake. All thoughts of my cosy, soft pillow had vanished. I had not the slightest idea of what the ‘encounter’ would be like.
But, one look at his smiling face put my fears to rest. He said, “Smile and relax, darling. This is your own house. You are among friends. Feel at home. Would you like a glass of water to drink?”
For the first time in the cacophony of the day, I realised that I had my friend, and not some stranger, by my side.
Source: Times of India.
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