Friday, March 30, 2012

The real face of Indian Sports Authority - An institutional Failiure

Pathetic.. I know no other words to say.. The sports authority of India is in absolute shambles... They seem to see nothing beyond cricket as sports. Its unfortunate that such a non-mainstream sports is favoured or rather worshiped than anything else..

Should sachin be awarded Bharat ratna...?? Damn it I say.. even he wouldn't agree to be awarded the highest honor at the cost of other sport for the modest person he is...
Inset Message: Shashikant Hotkar , winner of Mumbai Shree for the year 2011, making papad with his family in Dharavi Slum , Mumbai.

We give so much importance to cricket and cricket players as compared to other games.. though these players perform well they still need to struggle in the daily life for living!!!!! Though they r doing hard work for making records for Indian games they doesn't get any help frm government... emphasizing the real need to change this situation

Its not about Shashikant or whether he deserves whatever he does, the perennial question is what the Sports Authority of India is doing with the worlds second largest population. Had they provided the sufficient infra structure with proper maintenance the situation would be rather different.
Its the very reason that we still are languishing at the bottom of the table every olympics struggling so hard to clinch atleast a Bronze cheering the mediocre success and crediting that to the non-sense sports Authority and the IOC who did not even to care to move their ass out for anything other than abusing the institution while even every small african countries and with people not even equalling the population of the capitol. 
When are we going to realize this very fact and act. I guess whatever the changes should be proposed should start fundamentally. Thatz where we lack. We lack the very foundation. We lack the very infrastructure. We lack the very culture where sports is treated in par with the success of other professions. Can you imagine somebody saying I play kabbadi or I play Football in india when they were asked what you do for a living ?? We'd joke at them as losers. 
This is what we should change and the rest takes care by itself when we introduce the sports as a compulsory eductaion or rather give more emphasis by giving some more credits like we do for Arts, languages, Mathematics and science.
I dont really know if these things gonna happen during my lifetime or the respected politicians would spare some time from facing their never-ending list of cases of corruption, crime, treason and the likes. Not that i should be worried about it now for I have long lost the grip of playing tennis or cricket and just play Ping pong to cut loose stress out of the maniacal work only tuning me to be a moron every progressing day.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Life is a Battle field....

Not that I belong there anymore... It seems mid-life crisis is fast catching up.. So much.. So early... Life is not a pleasant ride anymore.. not that I wanted it to be for I always preferred to ride the tide than to watch the calm picturesque sea in solitude... 

But, life seems fast fading away.. with everyday wrapping up to another brutal, grueling day of exhaustion, experience reminding me of my way cast away from all that i've dreamt in more than one dimensions... May be I dont have it in me anymore (not that I had it ever, may be its just me..)

Trying hard tumultuously to find ways of sobering up and having ended up again and again where it all started... hoping dismally the days of misery will shomehow wash away in a licketysplit like a dream fast fading.... only these words echo in my mind everytime i take an insipid breath dozzed off asthalin deep down my throat amid wild gasps and drawing hums suffocated out of eosinophilia..

Fear not restless mind,
For the days are longer
and the winds are stronger

Worry not for what did you not find
for the worst is far from over
and the dust will make you sober

Bother not for all that you've become
For The tide would only last till the seasons gone
the fads who flow would fall along

tis time for the tide to turn and swords be drawn
for the battle of the life is finally on
just take a deep breath of silence 
for its time you wield your willow for a HOME RUN !!!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Alexander Pushkin - Winter morning - Russian literature

One of those poems of Alexander Pushkin - part of things that keeps me going...

Therez nothing better than russian classics to brake cluttered soul to a soft slumber

Reading Alexander Pushkin's Eugene Onegin is just an experience as self-contemplation as both can brings you down to tears. One my the sheer multitude of his thoughts prompting the worthiness of our living having only the mind to read and relish and the later by revealing your true self to yourselves and how wasteful a life i lead without even a pinch of purpose to it.

Pushkin is the mozart of literature even personally akin to his life to some degree. Though his life was always described as poignant, paradoxical, fickly and the likes he rose as an invincible master of literature amdist the western and european contemporaries.

I had read from a prose in one of book i read during those may days which i still remember calls him a man of parody. He lived in a world of delusions thinking himself awful and yet living with beautiful women of his days.

Eugene Onegin is still considered to be one such paradoxical work

Winter morning - Alexander Pushkin

Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber -
Wake up, my beauty, time belies:
You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden
Toward the northerly Aurora,
As though a northern star arise!

Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling,
The moon, as though a pale dye,
Emerged with yellow through faint clouds.
And there you sat, immersed in doubts,
And now, - just take a look outside:

The snow below the bluish skies,
Like a majestic carpet lies,
And in the light of day it shimmers.
The woods are dusky. Through the frost
The greenish fir-trees are exposed;
And under ice, a river glitters.

The room is lit with amber light.
And bursting, popping in delight
Hot stove still rattles in a fray.
While it is nice to hear its clatter,
Perhaps, we should command to saddle
A fervent mare into the sleight?

And sliding on the morning snow
Dear friend, we'll let our worries go,
And with the zealous mare we'll flee.
We'll visit empty ranges, thence,
The woods, which used to be so dense
And then the shore, so dear to me

Thursday, March 08, 2012

The other side of me - To my dear old friend from a shameful hound

Wrote a letter to my friend from the darker side of me which made me realize the true value of friendship.

I don't know if he'd read this at all. If ever he happens to.. 

Not a day goes by without feeling remorse for what I have been those while and the darker days of me gives me shrills even now.

I have been very mean and worst during those days even though u were so generous to pass me by when you could've literally run through me. 

I know the worst thing any man  can do is to betray his friend. I hung my head in shame everytime i think of it which is quite often I know you wouldn't even had thought of me all the while but I have been following you ever since ofcourse wishing meekly for I did not have the fortitude to even talk to you.

Really am that you now are married and doing well professionaly. I dont know what to say for no words is enough to complete the comprehension. But I guess i've left the chance even to say sorry to you to make amends for what i've done to you.

You really are a good human being and in your deed had rose more bigger than anybody else though im not sure am worthy of it. 

I know its too much to ask for another chance and forgiveness but nevertheless this is something thatz eating me always for im no more the kind of man I was (i dont know if I can explain that)

Anyways just wanted to say this to you at this hour of the night sorry yaar.. really am.. If you could really do that would make me at peace atleast as im increasingly feeling indebted to you given the juncture you exhibited that.  im not that cold-blodded afterall if only you had not erased all those memoirs of the days we spent together.

They say time heals all wounds not sure of mine though for here I am begging for forgivance.

sorry, being selfish here again this means a lot to me atleast would ease my burdens a bit.