A streak of madness

22 03 2008

You are only given a little spark of madness
You mustn’t lose it

-Robbie Williams

[continued from the previous post]I turned and took the road which led me out of the city. I didn’t look back; Just kept looking down [and in the way I very nearly killed myself by a bullock cart]

On the entire way down I kept walking, contemplating whats the issue with myself. 🙂 Trust me! I didn’t find anything wrong. I let out a muted scream in my frustration and managed to scare the school kids away. Frustrations as they say! For a moment, I was almost close to breaking down, the next smiling and then the next talking animatedly with myself. 🙂 It was crazy, I tell you. 🙂

I kept on walking and I dont-know-when reached VGP Golden Beach. The lawns were well maintained, you know? Visited a chapel in between.It was SughJivam Holy Mother Church.Took a seat on one of the chairs, but how long could I stay silent?Unfortunately the Padre felt I was talking more to myself than the fellow up in the heavens, he saw towards me and gave a disapproving look. I grinned at him.

My next stop was half an hour later. I came cross a road which led itself to the sea shore. It was called the Sparkling Sands Avenue. Trust me for one moment, I forgot, that I was supposed to be frustrated. The pink flowers on the trees, the trees laden with beige leaves, the road ahead and the roaring, inviting sea ahead. I, for a moment felt, this is life.

I didn’t think twice. Took the road and walked down in the cool shades of the trees. The air was laden in a heady aroma of the spring flowers and the leaves rustled in the mischievous winds of the sea. For the next half an hour I spent drenching myself in the blue waters alongside the street urchins and the kids of the fishermen.

It was around 11.20, I guess… I kept on walking. I don’t know what all happened around me. Milestones came and went. Buses stopped and left. People kept on gesturing that the next bus will be soon, but I kept on walking. I don’t know. Lost in the thoughts of mine.
“Whats the problem with you dude?”
“I dont know”
“Tell me, what do you want?”
“I want… I … ”

Sholinganallur [dont try to read it even] was left long back. VGP was far behind. I walked around 11 kilometers from the last place I knew. I was still wondering.Uthandi [u-tan-di]. I was staring myself at an entire troop of policemen, searching for the god-knows-what-contraband.There I was, nonchalantly walked right under the very nose of all those SUV owners and salon drivers.

Uthandi Toll Plaza was half a kilometer away, and trust me, when I crossed the toll booth, the journey just got shorter. The road turned itself from a lifeless entity to a joyful merry life, tempting me to keep walking. The East Coast Road just got a life.



Image courtesy TNRDC


Image courtesy TNRDC



I kept walking and around 12.15 reached Muttukadu [mu-ttu-ka-du]. I sat on the bus stop and had a swig of the bottle. My first swig of water in the last three hours. The milestone said Chennai, 26 kilometers. I thought and then walked up and down the length of the shade, then thought again and for sometime I didnt think at all.
Then it came!
It was here, that I found my answer. It came as a dim ray of light and came flooding in when the realization dropped upon me. I understood what was the reason for my unease. I smiled, thinking it was so easy that it was right in front of me. I felt foolish and then grateful. I smiled, and the old man sitting beside me, flashed a toothy grin. I smiled even brighter, appreciating the beauty of the moment. Here I was 26 kilometers from Chennai, 17 kilometers of walk, tired, drenching my parched tongue with some water, a stranger sitting beside me flashing a toothy grin. It was surreal, let me tell you. I extended my right hand, the bottle in it-
“Tanni?” Water?
“Kurunge” Give.

I soaked in the nature around me. The wind was light. Breeze. Leaves rustled and birds cooed. I took the bottle, emptied it and carried onwards. The ECR got increasingly desolate with only two or three cars rush away at a time. The road ahead felt like curving away to entice me,tease me, with its beauty. Life couldn’t have been better. My legs had started to ache long back. But this was turning out to be a dominating mistress. And then a moment came, when I was all alone, not a single car, not a single life present. I looked back, looked ahead. Zilch. It was so lonely that I could hear my own footsteps, the calling of the birds and the roaring of the seas. I wondered if they can hear all these sitting inside their SUVs and Sedans.

Taj Fishermans Cove, Dakshina Chitra, Green Coconut Resorts…


Image courtesy dream chaser


and then Covelong , 29 kilometers from Chennai, 20 kms on foot. All left behind.

I walked on, 21 kilometers and counting till I reached a bend on the East Coast Road where the road ran parallel to the shore. And I mean dead parallel. From the grey tarmac you could see the horizon vanishing away, the catamarans drifting and at the midst of all, a guy sitting all alone on the scenic ECR facing the blue seas. Heaven!
Time 3:00 p.m 11th March 2008, 24 kilometers on foot, 28 kilometers from Chennai.

I reached home that evening and contemplated on the past two weeks. It was time to act. It was time to prove.
Today, I have joined office again, and doing things which I do the best. I am back doing things which I love doing , sort of back in my elements. Solve challenges, crack problems and reignite my desires . And in this entire process, I understood what I desire and I what I aspire.

Someday, inshallah, I will make this journey once again, only to relive these exciting times, those exciting days… that exciting moment, when I walked 24 kilometers from my office just on a bare whim.

The entire jouney can be found in my google map : here

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Inch by Inch (The Indian Way)

25 09 2007

If all our old captains and players had a chance of telling a word to Dhoni and his boys, what would they have told? Would they have told, how they lost? Or would they say, how they literally drove people who believed in them. I dont know, but I can imagine them giving an Al Pacino speech, a Chak De!India speech in the very electric Indian dressing room, after the debacle of the recent times. Here could be my version:

I don’t know what to say really.
Forty overs
to the biggest battle of our professional lives.
All comes down to today.
Either,
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we’re finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe me
and
we can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time.

Now I can’t do it for you.
I’m too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh….
I pissed away all my chances of winning
believe it or not.
I chased ’em off
anyone who has believed in me.
And lately,
I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That’s, that’s part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is cricket.
Because in either game
life or cricket
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don’t quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don’t quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that’s going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.

I’ll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can’t make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That’s a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That’s cricket guys.
That’s all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?

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We won: Should I say anymore?

24 09 2007

The Indian Moment of Truth

So the moment of truth has arrived. We WON and we won the way we win. The heart stopping, nail chewing, edge of the seat thriller way. With 13 runs from the last 6 balls it was possible, and then with 6 runs down the boundary it was just a matter of time and grits for Pakis to pull off this .But it didnt happen. And thus we created history. A history which will be remembered by all the believers, all the doubting Thomases, all the devotees and ultimately all of India . It will go down in the memories as the day when we found our joys back and passion rekindled. I was watching the presentation and saw 16 happy, exuberant, determined and gritty young boys change the way we Indians, experience joy and in the process made themselves worthy of calling men, the men who rubbed words of distrust onto the very face of their critics and rammed and shoved the opponents in the very game they play. After all, Indian cricket deserved it, deserved this moment of truth, joy and celebration for their boys have grown up to become the Men In Blue.

Seeing Harbhajan Singh, Irfan Pathan and Dhoni pumping into thin air it just occurred to me, do we young men really need a wise crack looking over us and telling how we should walk into the fields? Should we need people sitting over us and governing us when they can’t look after themselves. After all we played only one game before this tournament, infinite thanks to BCCI. BCCI in its ethereal wisdom went even to the extent to ask Do we need coaches??? Taking this curve of reasoning a fair bit ahead, we Indians are a nation of people with 60% of people less than 25, we showed that we neednt have any smarty pants dictating over us. After all we were not supposed to win this match, heck we were not supposed to come till here. After all we dont have our main strengths our seniors with us. We didnt have million dollar asking coaches to train us. This just makes me feel we youths can do whatever we think. We youths are no more different from today’s winners. We, youth are the winners. I just wonder what the rest of the nation will be thinking. Will it be thinking: We can win, not only in the cricket matches but also in the game of life?

Or will they be thinking: Today the Cricket World Cup tomorrow the Hockey and day after Olympics? I can hear young minds getting excited with the possibilities, do you hear them.

Get aside world, here we come…

Gritty Gambhir

Gritty Gambhir

Scintillating Irfan

Ravishing Rudra Pratap Singh

Celebrations

The Indian innings highlights

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India,Sandpiper and 92/2

22 09 2007

Hola, everybody..this is me and India is at 99/2 as I write… seems like Yuvi has hit another four and yeah, he has and India down 2 wickets 13th over gone and I am one Sandpiper down. Frankly not that good. Both my opinions about the present run rate and Sandpiper’s taste. So lets see I think this is gonna be some match. With India sailing at 113/2 ,Yuvi coming later than Uthappa and scoring a 55, with 14.1 overs gone thats good. I am having a tickling feeling in my brains and spreading all over my body, as the excitement to this match is building partly to having drunk 650 ml of Sandpiper in four gulps.. Did I say ..hic…?

So whats gonna turn out? Chip in and tell me if Aus will win…

Shit! can you blve that? Aus on 36/0 Gilchrist 22…4,6,1,4 ,1…R.P Singh…hang on in there boy, dont loose your confidence…

Boy ,Sreesanth, you did it right…couldnt have asked for more…Gilchrist gone… bowled out…

God! India won…yipeee….and I am feeling great…Sandpiper has made me feel lightweight and India’s win has given me fuel to my rocket…Phew India won…and wow! Dhoni’s comment to Shastri is refreshing….Yeah!!!thats the spirit boy!

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