Archive for December, 2011


The Sehwag Show !

The blogs must be buzz with the yesterday’s knock of sehwag infact the more appropriate word would be destruction by Sehwag of west Indies bowling attack.  Many now are saying that they knew Sehwag could get 200 in a one day after he made 250 plus in a test match in a single day  ( which is only been done better by the legendary Don Bradman).

I remember him saying that in New Zealand such task could be performed easily as the grounds are small over there  ( but many laughed at his statement then ). The 200* by sachin Tendulker showed that one can get a double century in a one day. The last century by Sehwag came against Bangladesh in which he smashed 175. After that knock things went quite in one day format atleast from him.

There was a  strange irony or the similarity in his and Tendulker’s knock in Gwalior ( sachin reached there in the last over) but the difference that he got it earlier. He got there in the 44th over and had made 219 off 149 balls by the time he was dismissed in the 47th. And in one of cricket’s stranger coincidences, both ODI double-centuries were scored in the same Indian state – Madhya Pradesh – at venues less than 500 kilometres apart.

In offices people were going crazy as sehwag approached his 200*. One can honestly say the “older” were more excited as they were running around to watch Television (where  ever it was located).

Lastly as one of my friend puts it so beautifully when we were watching Sehwag destroy the west Indies attack .

( a dialogue which was epitomized by sunny deol ) that :

jedun jatt bigad gaya na tan kaiyon ne le dubega.

(which translates into if a Jat gets wild then not even God can save you).

Now one would be waiting as to how Indian team does down under, though I think the kangaroos would have got an idea that this time Indians are coming for the kill.

Kahlil Gibran on Marriage

Now since it is the season of marriage in India (usually there are two seasons winters and summers, in winters it starts from November to February, summers I think it is from May to August ) and many  people who I know are getting married (friends, cousins and acquaintances). I just glanced through Kahlil Gibran’s book just to get an idea about his thoughts on this matter.

Khalil Gibran’s poetry and more importantly his book The Prophet gives a very good insight for the married, just married or about to be married couples.

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

The winters in Delhi more so importantly in national capital region is something most north Indians look forward too. The arrival of winter in its truest sense is defined along with arrival of a certain smell which many enjoy, the smell of flowers blossoming.

Saptaparni tree in full bloom has this  smell which is  just calming and perfect. This however is not true for entire day, but rather sets in during the night ( usually after 6, when the dark sets in). Therefore in order to catch the smell I deliberately leave office late.

The remarkable part however is how much old men enjoy this so much.The other day when I bought some stuff from an old man ( who might be above 65 I think)  and had a conversation with him about the smell and he told me about the whole Saptaparni tree. The thing which struck me most is that old people are like an ocean of knowledge and so many stories which certainly “younger”  aged people may not be. The young  and youth however rarely gives them chance to let it go or vent out. ( barring ANNA HAZARE ofcourse)

On a side note, speaking about  this  “ocean of knowledge” :

Now this is something I would say that I have seen from a personal experience. I have a friend (who if reading will understand that I am talking about him), the equation that he shares with his grandfather makes me question alot. For eg, whenever I have seen him sit next to his grandfather (which is behest of only when his grandfather has called him). The situation he shows via his body language is that he seems to be having a constipation problem (atleast that is how his face becomes) or he is under tremendous stress. Mind you now this grandfather of his is very  “refined” and  “all class”  but somehow he is not able to speak freely in-front of him. Since he being the eldest of all the cousins , he kinda sets the standards which are followed by his young siblings. ( so you see how the others might have similar issues, emulating him).I on the other hand seem to have good rapport with his grandfather , may be because I donot shy away from speaking my mind and listening, whereas my friend here has this  fear.

Now I speak on this because old people both men and women have so much stories to tell you, it is a shame that not many appreciate that now days.

Coming back to the topic,  the winters have special connection to north India and many enjoy it. Now the bathing is the fun part, I for one bath with cold water till the time in winter I can and have the will power to do so.  Most would say that is just ridiculous but well there are some points to counter that too.

  1. It cools your body and mind.
  2. The circulation of blood is better.
  3. You don’t feel that cold.
  4. You can enjoy winters with just a shirt  and trousers on.
  5. Be a stud  (okey, that I included because I needed a 5th point 🙂 )

The things which make me like winters more is that you can actually enjoy tea or coffee ( though I like to avoid the latter). The school time was however different. In my school one had to get up at 5 am, since my school bus was there at 6 am ( which I without doubt use to ALWAYS miss and had to go to another bus stop to catch it). In schools winters were best for all kinds of stuff ( now don’t get naughty, I haven’t mentioned anything) .

People with their blazers and sweaters. Studs with just shirts on……… (they wore trousers too, just in case people might get a wrong visual) and girls well now that depended on alot on which “gang”  they were in. ( plus I donot wish to talk school gossips on my blog).

The college however was more  “adventurous“, since engineering rarely is “boring”. It is always a fight there. The winters were “accepted” with semester exams, which many fought hard  “bravely“. Reaching the examination spot was the most awesome part of the whole day. Guys jam packed in cars studying like hell and the “driver” guy who was usually one of us, listening to the lectures. The fogs were just outrageous which usually arrived in the months of December and January.  ( it has not arrived yet otherwise I would have put the pic).

The most notable part of the winters in national capital region or NCR is that evenings use to come early. At 5 pm things are dark. If you are in plains with not many building, then you in direct attack of chilly winds.

The winters have just begun………. I hope to see loads of  fog and hope that one can get good pic which one could post on the blog…… WINTERS, definitely is the time to be.

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