It's 31st 2009... and I am sitting home thinking about how others must be enjoying, what they must be doing? not that I am too anxious to join any group but still I am wondering / lost in forest of past memories... the days when I was home yet had some one to call at 12:00 :) then it was one, today it could be many.. yet mind doesn't accepts the invitation....
Is that I am still the same old guy... Or is it I have started loving solitude... I guess the later!
Actually for many 31st is a event... for me every night was 31st... hope it continues the same in 2010 - slightly in better way!
Amen!
Siddharth
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
hurray!
Its my 10th blog.... reaching 10 was easy, I have been there many times,
Thought of this 10 and its relation with me...
28 my b'day - 2+8 = 10, Celebration which I did after clearing 10th, Two wheeler license which I got after 10th, My first girlfriend whom I saw in 10th.. My first 10 climbs / camps / treks, and finally my first relation which lasted for 10... (somehow, I have never had 10 grlfrnds ;) so be it.., let blog continues and reaches in triple figure...
What right you have?
The other day I forgot to carry my office keys, I called up my bro to my expectations he had left is what he said, and then it was dad. I told him about my problem and before asking him for help I had got a solution!
Don’t worry I will come, will ring you up once I reach near your office was his reply….
After a long time I was going to see him coming for me! How funny is teh mind (Am sure you must have read it THE) within seconds it took me in past.
I remembered school day, when my dad came first time to drop me, the experience of saying bye was far too much to handle… not one day, two days but years after years…saying bye to him got tears in my eyes (the problem still persist :) . All the time I use to think of same road from where he would return.. and god seeing him coming for me was in itself jubilation! Nothing made me happy than this! Suddenly without waiting for his call I went down, wanted to experience the same thing. – seeing him come “for me”
The feeling for me was the same! I saw him coming only with his growing age he couldn’t see me. The place was not even decided– the way it was during school. But the moment he saw me there was the same old smile on our face! Only he could show it, I couldn’t! Just was not in mood to express my true feelings. I said thankyou, and immediately turned back…. Two steps and again I was on same spot seeing him go, somehow I hold onto tears and didn’t allow anyone to speculate!
His visit to my office was worth, as he helped to retrospect on past!
I was going through chronology of all his efforts! The day when I got my first bicycle, the day when he admitted me to school, the day when he had spent evenings with me alone and made me laugh made me sleep in absence of my mother. I remembered his kiss when I won gold in interschool running competition, his touch when I got my first certificate of participation in drawing competition, the first time when he was really upset when I got a red mark. I remembered his hugs when I went to exams, when I passed. His touch when I was unwell, and finally his tears, seeing the misfortune in a relation!
Let me know once what right you had?
Don’t worry I will come, will ring you up once I reach near your office was his reply….
After a long time I was going to see him coming for me! How funny is teh mind (Am sure you must have read it THE) within seconds it took me in past.
I remembered school day, when my dad came first time to drop me, the experience of saying bye was far too much to handle… not one day, two days but years after years…saying bye to him got tears in my eyes (the problem still persist :) . All the time I use to think of same road from where he would return.. and god seeing him coming for me was in itself jubilation! Nothing made me happy than this! Suddenly without waiting for his call I went down, wanted to experience the same thing. – seeing him come “for me”
The feeling for me was the same! I saw him coming only with his growing age he couldn’t see me. The place was not even decided– the way it was during school. But the moment he saw me there was the same old smile on our face! Only he could show it, I couldn’t! Just was not in mood to express my true feelings. I said thankyou, and immediately turned back…. Two steps and again I was on same spot seeing him go, somehow I hold onto tears and didn’t allow anyone to speculate!
His visit to my office was worth, as he helped to retrospect on past!
I was going through chronology of all his efforts! The day when I got my first bicycle, the day when he admitted me to school, the day when he had spent evenings with me alone and made me laugh made me sleep in absence of my mother. I remembered his kiss when I won gold in interschool running competition, his touch when I got my first certificate of participation in drawing competition, the first time when he was really upset when I got a red mark. I remembered his hugs when I went to exams, when I passed. His touch when I was unwell, and finally his tears, seeing the misfortune in a relation!
Let me know once what right you had?
Friday, December 25, 2009
Gesture
Hahah today we chased 316 against Srilanka at Eiden Garden.
It was sheer application of Gambhir and youth of Kohali who got us home! Both these batsmen scored in triple figures and yet one of them was awarded "man of the match"
For one who follows the game would know who it was - Gesture!
Experience of Gambhir took us home, he was awarded "man of the match" yet he merrily gave the cheque and trophy to young Kohali... the gesture was beyond words!
"Actual pleasure lies in taking the criticism and giving away the credit"
Kuddos to Gambhir!
It was sheer application of Gambhir and youth of Kohali who got us home! Both these batsmen scored in triple figures and yet one of them was awarded "man of the match"
For one who follows the game would know who it was - Gesture!
Experience of Gambhir took us home, he was awarded "man of the match" yet he merrily gave the cheque and trophy to young Kohali... the gesture was beyond words!
"Actual pleasure lies in taking the criticism and giving away the credit"
Kuddos to Gambhir!
I love this pic... it's my desktop pic...
For me this pic is just not about holding hands....
Some meetings in life are decided by soul, even before eyes get to see each other!
Monday, November 30, 2009
All it takes is a second...
Off late, I have been cycling and covering long distance on weekends.. I cycle upto office, I cycle day and night... Its a long time wait, and boy the feeling is incredible.
I still clearly remember the first day when I took my grandpa cycle, I was a kid and my favorite grandpa was reluctant in giving me his beloved cycle... not cause he was in love with her... (I consider most of the things feminine - not cause of there limitations but because they are desirable... :)
Coming back to that day "after long wait I got the chance and "believe me you" in first go - I was cycling without any support from behind or from any corner (kudos to the guy - though I don't clearly remember his name, gave me a reason to cry, and then confidence to smile :)... forever!!!
In school I always looked at people who drove bikes... in college I was looking after cars... and boy actual when the time came, I went back to bicycle.
I drove around 3k Kms on Bulltet in 17 days (ladhak tour)... First car I maneuvered was Toyota - tursel back in 9 standard at Saudi - Riyadh industrial area. However, today memories of past don't inspire me to run behind same thing... NOT that I have reached point of saturation... but today, the pointers of happiness - have changed!
For now, I know one thing "It takes a second to get onto bike (cycle), rest anyways falls in place" :)
Siddharth
I still clearly remember the first day when I took my grandpa cycle, I was a kid and my favorite grandpa was reluctant in giving me his beloved cycle... not cause he was in love with her... (I consider most of the things feminine - not cause of there limitations but because they are desirable... :)
Coming back to that day "after long wait I got the chance and "believe me you" in first go - I was cycling without any support from behind or from any corner (kudos to the guy - though I don't clearly remember his name, gave me a reason to cry, and then confidence to smile :)... forever!!!
In school I always looked at people who drove bikes... in college I was looking after cars... and boy actual when the time came, I went back to bicycle.
I drove around 3k Kms on Bulltet in 17 days (ladhak tour)... First car I maneuvered was Toyota - tursel back in 9 standard at Saudi - Riyadh industrial area. However, today memories of past don't inspire me to run behind same thing... NOT that I have reached point of saturation... but today, the pointers of happiness - have changed!
For now, I know one thing "It takes a second to get onto bike (cycle), rest anyways falls in place" :)
Siddharth
The transition
The other day I was having a ball, after long long time I was enjoying the game... and was getting back into typical Siddharth mode: no matter where you are? against whom you are? play as if world is seeing you, with lot of passion, show some grit, emotions, little bit of aggression, total commitment and above all style!
All thing in head were dead right, could see the same 20years old Siddharth running, laughing, enjoying the game and suddenly the ball passed through.... My mind had responded but either the signal from brain reached late (or I don't know) my body couldn't respond to situation in same fashion.
They say with growing age you're movements/reflexes slow down.
Infact some days back God came in my dream and said welcome in 30's Siddharth :)
Now I don't know, weather God coming in my dream was a turning point? or is he making me realize the transition in runtime...
Whatever thank you God for 30wonderful years!
All thing in head were dead right, could see the same 20years old Siddharth running, laughing, enjoying the game and suddenly the ball passed through.... My mind had responded but either the signal from brain reached late (or I don't know) my body couldn't respond to situation in same fashion.
They say with growing age you're movements/reflexes slow down.
Infact some days back God came in my dream and said welcome in 30's Siddharth :)
Now I don't know, weather God coming in my dream was a turning point? or is he making me realize the transition in runtime...
Whatever thank you God for 30wonderful years!
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