Remember when you failed an examination. How many people recall that, your class, friends, relatives? You failed to make it to the IITs or IIMs. Who remembers. How many times have you had the feeling of being the best in your class, school , university, state….., you failed to get a visa stamped this quarter…, you missed a promotion this year…, how did it feel when you dad told you in your early twenties that you are good for nothing…..and now your boss tell you the same…
You keep introspecting and go into a shell when people most of whom don’t matter a dime in your life criticize you, back bite you, make fun of you. You are left sad and shattered and you cry when your own kin scoffs at you. You say I am feeling low today. It takes a lot from us to come out of these everyday situations and move on. A lot??? really?
Now here’s a man standing on the third man boundary in the last over of a world cup match. The bowler just has to bowl sensibly to win this game. What the man at the boundary sees is 4 rank bad bowls bowled without any sense of focus, planning or regret. India loses, yet again in those circumstances when he has done just about everything right.
He does not cry. Does not show any emotion. Just keeps his head down and leaves the field. He has seen these failures for 22 years now. And not just his class, relatives, friends but the whole world has seen these failures. We are too immature to even imagine what goes on in that mind and heart of his. That’s why I would never want to be Sachin.
True, he has single handedly lifted to moods of this entire nation umpteen number of times. He has been an inspiration to rise above our mediocrity. Nobody who has ever lifted the willow even comes close to this man’s genius. His dedication and metal strength is unparallel. This is specially for those people who would have made fun of him again last night when India lost. They are people who are mediocre in their own lives. Who just scoff at others to create cheap fun. Who have lived in a small hole throughout their lives and thought they have seen the oceans.
Think about the man himself. He is 37 years of age. He has been playing almost non stop for 22 years. The way he was running and diving around the field last night would have put 22 year olds to shame. The way he played the best opening quickies in the world was breathtaking. He just keeps getting better which is by the way humanly impossible. Its not for nothing that people call him GOD.
But still I don’t want to be in those shoes. We struggle in keeping our monotonous lives straight, lives which affect a limited number of people. Imagine what would be the magnitude of the inner struggle for him, pain both mental and physical, tears that have frozen with time, knees and ankles and every other joint in the body that is either bandaged or needs to be attended to every night, eyes that don’t sleep before a big game, bats that have scored 99 international tons and still see expectations from a billion people.
And he just converts those expectations into reality. We watch in awe, feel privileged.
Well I think its time that his team realizes that enough is enough. They have an obligation, not towards their country alone but towards sachin. They need to win this one for him. Stay assured that he himself will still deliver and leave no stone unturned to make sure India wins this cup.
This is not just a game, and he is not just a sportsman. Its much more than this. Words fail here…
- Harsha Bhogle
Friday, March 18, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The 'F' people
My work place is a very wonderful place. I say so not out of sarcasm or out of awe, but out of sheer skill of observation which I have developed over a period of time. It is a place with great diversity in people’s lifestyle. If you ask me what the essence of one’s Lifestyle is, I would say that it is Fashion but I am sure of course that you won't ask me and I won't tell you, so you can keep guessing what my answer would be.
Frankly, just like my answer, the origins of fashion too are clad in mystery. However, rumour has it someone with an extremely well developed sense of finesse and polish developed the concept of fashion. By this definition, we can safely rule out the fact that any man could have started fashion. I can safely conclude this because Fashion, as man knows, is basically confined to 3 pairs of shoes, 5 shirts, 3 trousers and 5 underwear (10 if you count them inside out and 20 if you count them upside down). Fashion, as women know it is also 3 pairs of shoes, 5 shirts, 3 trousers and 5 underwear but that is only on Mondays. Hence it is safe to conclude that women have had a big hand in advancing the cause of fashion.
Historians say it is difficult to say with any certainty what event exactly started off fashion. Fortunately, since I am making up facts, I can state with certainty that Fashion started when a group of enormously snobby Indian women gathered around and fought over a random shade of red unable to decide whether it is rouge or vermillion. Historians too accept this theory of course provided to threaten them to death if they don’t accept it.
However, getting back to why my office space is unique, I find it fascinating to see how every person has an unique fashion acumen and even more flabbergasted to realize that each one of them thinks they are the Einstein of Fashion World. Not only because of their knowledge of fashion, but their experimentation too, they truly need to be humoured, err, applauded.
People challenge me to count the number of misfields that Ashish Nehra does during play. I understand the difficulty of that task, however, something which I have found more challenging than that is to count the colours on some of the dresses which the fashion icons of my work place flaunt. My school teachers would have never known that so many colours do exist in the world, or they forgot to teach me the same. There are times when I keep my Ray Bans on in the office just to avoid the brightness that I am exposed to in presence of certain tops in the office. Normally in every species, with the exception of Tamil film heros, the specie has to look attractive to attract the opposite half of the specie for mating purposes. If this holds true, I have serious doubts about these fashion stars having any future in reproduction. Frankly, I see very few uses for most of their wardrobes than as virginity charms or chastity belt.
One liberty which females in the corporate world have is they can define anything as formals. Whether it is a frill laced frock or yellow coloured bell bottom, it’s all office wear. Due to this unclear definition of female formals, we have been victims of viewing polka dots, denim patches, hanging ribbons, velvet shoes, shocking striking shining and all other varieties of pinks, greens, yellows, reds, fluorescents and a lot more. The plight of a viewer is only understood by another viewer.
From the very few people who are free enough to read my blog, if any of you have any experience in disaster management, please send in your resume to me immediately. Most of the guys in my branch face disaster day in and day out. They are all ‘Khatron ke Khiladi’. These Fashion disasters, sorry, divas can use some help from your advice, and all of their colleagues can definitely use the help too. Please contribute for this noble cause.
Frankly, just like my answer, the origins of fashion too are clad in mystery. However, rumour has it someone with an extremely well developed sense of finesse and polish developed the concept of fashion. By this definition, we can safely rule out the fact that any man could have started fashion. I can safely conclude this because Fashion, as man knows, is basically confined to 3 pairs of shoes, 5 shirts, 3 trousers and 5 underwear (10 if you count them inside out and 20 if you count them upside down). Fashion, as women know it is also 3 pairs of shoes, 5 shirts, 3 trousers and 5 underwear but that is only on Mondays. Hence it is safe to conclude that women have had a big hand in advancing the cause of fashion.
Historians say it is difficult to say with any certainty what event exactly started off fashion. Fortunately, since I am making up facts, I can state with certainty that Fashion started when a group of enormously snobby Indian women gathered around and fought over a random shade of red unable to decide whether it is rouge or vermillion. Historians too accept this theory of course provided to threaten them to death if they don’t accept it.
However, getting back to why my office space is unique, I find it fascinating to see how every person has an unique fashion acumen and even more flabbergasted to realize that each one of them thinks they are the Einstein of Fashion World. Not only because of their knowledge of fashion, but their experimentation too, they truly need to be humoured, err, applauded.
People challenge me to count the number of misfields that Ashish Nehra does during play. I understand the difficulty of that task, however, something which I have found more challenging than that is to count the colours on some of the dresses which the fashion icons of my work place flaunt. My school teachers would have never known that so many colours do exist in the world, or they forgot to teach me the same. There are times when I keep my Ray Bans on in the office just to avoid the brightness that I am exposed to in presence of certain tops in the office. Normally in every species, with the exception of Tamil film heros, the specie has to look attractive to attract the opposite half of the specie for mating purposes. If this holds true, I have serious doubts about these fashion stars having any future in reproduction. Frankly, I see very few uses for most of their wardrobes than as virginity charms or chastity belt.
One liberty which females in the corporate world have is they can define anything as formals. Whether it is a frill laced frock or yellow coloured bell bottom, it’s all office wear. Due to this unclear definition of female formals, we have been victims of viewing polka dots, denim patches, hanging ribbons, velvet shoes, shocking striking shining and all other varieties of pinks, greens, yellows, reds, fluorescents and a lot more. The plight of a viewer is only understood by another viewer.
From the very few people who are free enough to read my blog, if any of you have any experience in disaster management, please send in your resume to me immediately. Most of the guys in my branch face disaster day in and day out. They are all ‘Khatron ke Khiladi’. These Fashion disasters, sorry, divas can use some help from your advice, and all of their colleagues can definitely use the help too. Please contribute for this noble cause.
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