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LOST & FOUND!

I was LOST:

‘The vagaries of an uncertain mind’ had taken over…
Suddenly there were too many questions and too few answers???
There was too much to do & so less time to do it…
I was always one step short and everyone else seemed to be a step forward!
Everything was becoming unmanageable day-in and night-out!

Something was wrong, very wrong somewhere!
The smiling face had LOST its charm, work was assuming gigantic proportions and to top-it-all, I even freaked out at one of my dear flat mates (without any reason).

Life was going haywire, spinning out-of-control, never like before!
& then happened the unimaginable: I LOST myself physically: on that dreaded night, I bled like it was going to be The End of Days! Courtesy, my flatmates it became nothing serious…
And that was the wake-up call for me.

Because, then I relaxed (oh, how I like that word). I decided to take a break and it paid off! I remembered: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy! And then I implemented it…
It was a journey of rediscovering my inner self.
Peace, happiness, laughter, joy… Everything was back!

It all turned out to be a BIG learning for me, though it came the hard way. But this is something I will never forget for the rest of my life.

My six-pence to the world is: Take everything by the smooth handle. And SMILE, because it is infectious!

No gyaan here, just lessons from my experience.

And hard work counts, but smart work counts more!

Because, The Smarter you work: The Luckier you get!

The earlier uncertainties had evaporated and I was pretty sure in my head now! There was answer for every question now, because I had erased many questions. The time was on my side yet again. Everyone was on the same page. And I FOUND the key to managing my life better.

Yes, I was Lost earlier…

But I have FOUND myself again :-) :-) :-)

P.S. This post is based on some real experiences, which I can’t detail too much. But I assure you those were hard times. Nonetheless, the good, no the better, infact the BEST thing is its all back to normal again. Hence, I am back to blogging again.

Malls, Movies, Mocks etc.

I call ‘it’ the “Blogging syndrome”. Now, this refers to a curious situation in which a blogger can’t stay away from updating his/her blog after a specific duration (Otherwise there is a big crisis!). This time-period may vary from being few hours/days to maybe weeks and months. He/She has to religiously follow this regime or abnormality beckons! Its latest victim is “yours truly”. The time-frame happens to be a couple of weeks or there-about. So here I go again…
The purpose of this post is two-fold:
1. Ofcourse, to remind my dear readers that this patient is a severe case of BGS. Infact, it is fast becoming an epidemic in the blogosphere. So fellow bloggers: Beware!
2. To answer the eternal TGIF (Thank God Its Friday!) question:
What are you planning to do this weekend?

Now, this is a rather tricky question. For had it been dehradun, one could have come up with some interesting solutions after a bit of brain-storming! Well there are so many places to visit & lots of things to enjoy in ‘my’ doon.

But, alas its gurgaon, we are talking about! And when this query is about ‘there’ gurgaon, you always unfailingly utter this stale one-liner:
Malls, Movies etc.
Oh I almost forgot, there is Mocks in the end too (reminds me of how I forget to give the mocks too!).
This is not a complete answer. It is applicable when you are not busy with other very important weekend activities such as sleeping, sleeping and more sleeping………………………
So when you are not pursuing this favourite hobby of mine, you try (with not-so-great expectations) to explore the minimum city (liked this name more than the city itself!). The first place you go to (the word ‘visit’ should not be used here: it sounds too good) is Malls and then there is no second place! (Stumped?)

Though there are quite a few of this type here, you will not find any striking differentiation between all of them. But its quite amazing how most of this city’s junta targets the one & only: The Metropolitan Mall (Its in the name I think!). You must have heard about the Delhi marathon and stuff like that. Well, something very similar takes place here too. For those wise people, who don’t wake up early in the morning (like me) for a walk, this turns out to be an intelligent alternative. They walk ones & tens of kilometers. From one shop to another, from one elevator to another. They go forwards & backwards, upwards & downwards. Sometimes (no most of the times), they stop, so as to admire the artificial beauty around (no offence to the fairer sex, but its meant to be a wake up call for the relevant readers). And yes, some of them (who are fed up with money) are interested in ‘shopping’ as well. (And just in case you were wondering: ‘I’ have been a part of ‘they’ from the last century of days or so…)

But there are exceptions: As there is indeed another different class of ggnites, which does not walk but sprints to the ticket counter, watch the movie and then ‘quietly’ move out.
‘Quietly’ because they are always baffled by this query: “Was this worth 200 bucks?”

In this context, the ‘I’ in this ‘they’ has been lucky so far. As all I’s movie ventures here have been worth the fortune (Harry Potter-5, Ocean’s 13, Chak De! India & The Bourne Ultimatum).

And then there are the ‘Mocks’.
My long-term relationship with this species has witnessed different phases: ‘The Good, the Bad & the Ugly’ (exactly in this order). The Ugly phase seems to be almost over now (or so I hope). And most probably, the ‘Good’ would be back pretty soon (how I wish that!!!).

So as I try to prioritize & implement my plans (to bring the mocks before the malls and movies). Its time to change the gears for ‘The Race Ultimatum’ on November, the 18th.

And if you were quizzing yourself about what ‘I’ meant by etc. (in the rare case that you still remember the title). It referred to my incessant gossips & some interesting conversations with friends! {Ok enough of brackets & commas, must be some sort of a record by now :-)}

So as my office colleague shoots another question at me:

What are you going to do this week?

Work, Work, Work etc. :-)

COUNTERED!

We, The World Champions!!!





For once, the whole India came to a standstill…


From the valley of fear Kashmir to the Tsunami hit Kanyakumari…
From the deserts of Rajasthan to the wild beauty of north-east states…


The celebrations boomed: Everywhere!


Now this word ‘everywhere’, when spoken in context of our nation assumes mammoth proportions. It refers to millions of people of different religions, cultures and geographies. Even their languages are different.


But on this historical night of 24 September, 2007 (a date which would be remembered forever..), there was no communication gap! Infact, it was hard to distinguish between people from different parts, separated by thousands of miles… The reason: They were all hooting at the top of their voice, dancing like it’s a world gone crazy and partying with full vigour..
Bingo! You guessed it right…


Cricket is back in its new avatar of Twenty-Twenty jingoism…
& We, the Indians, are the World Champions of the inaugural edition.

Once upon another time, 24 years down memory lane, another group of cricket fanatics had made all of us proud. But for most of us, this crowning glory did not have a profound effect. As it was already history and captured by text book stuff, replayed matches & memorable pictures but still the essence was lost.


Then came the 2003 ODI world cup final: When the dream was almost relived but for the Aussies massacre in the final. It was yet again a case of so close but still so far………..
They said we were “almost there”, a phrase irrelevant in sporting arena in particular and in this competitive world in general.


Who remembers the runner-ups or the people who were second-best?


Only the champions make history, which gets embedded in sporting folklore for ages…
So, when the Indian team made an ignominious first round exit from the 2007 WC earlier this year, even this die-hard cricket fan had lost faith in the ‘Men in Blue’. The dream was almost over…


But, then arrived the ultimate cricketing makeover: the instant 3-hour action-packed drama of 20-20!
After a not so encouraging start, the Ind-Pak league humdinger set the tone for the rest of the tournament. An edge of the seat thriller with mind-boggling twists & turns. A tied match, finally decided on a bowl-out (synonymous to the penalty shootout in football)!


This was the turning point…


Not only old fans (like yours truly) got a new lease of life. But numerous new fans were made overnight!
The excitement (reminiscent to a Hollywood thriller) lured one & many more…
And from here on, the arch-rivals moved from strength to strength!!!


What with Pakistan stunning the islanders first, then shocking the kangaroos (both in super 8) & finally destroying the kiwis (in the semis)…


And India batted the Englishmen out of the match with Yuvi’s super sixes, then choking the Proteas into submission(both in super 8) & finally conquering the hapless Aussies: yes they are not at all invincible here (in the semis)…


The stage was set for the “Clash of the titans”:


India vs Pakistan in a World Cup final!


It just can’t get bigger than this…


So as the clock ticked 5.30 pm IST, the streets were empty, offices almost closed down & not a soul could be found anywhere else than in front of the match. Everybody braced up for the ‘Battle Royale’!


And for the umpteenth time, the Ind-Pak titanic clash lived up to its reputation…
If the league clash was a blockbuster, then this surely was a roller coaster storyline worthy of an Oscar!
(A sea change from the dull & insipid Aussie dominated finals of the past).
Both teams were hell bent to rejuvenate themselves and redeem lost pride after the ODI WC bashing.


And much to the supreme delight of all Indian supporters, the Murphy law worked again:


“India has never lost to Pakistan in a World Cup match”


& tonight was no exception!


So when Misbah-ul-haq scooped the ball in the air for a comfortable catch by Sreesanth, India completed a special piece of history. Something that would be ingrained in our minds forever!!!
The festivities were on & are still going on in full throttle as I somehow put a ‘The end’ to this fairytale saga (much against my will).


CONGRATULATIONS to every Indian supporter!


We are the World Champions!!!

What If...

What If

The Sky was green and leaves were blue,
And all the things that I imagined were true.

I was not just another ordinary guy,
And there was more to a conversation than a simple ‘hi’.

What If

Gurgaon was another home away from the picturesque landscape of doon,
And the city had more to offer than lots of confusion and an aura of gloom.

The people were sane enough, the weather was more tolerable & everything was not in a fix,
And House no. 20 in gurgaon was somewhat similar, if not exactly like doon’s House no. 166.

What If

Life was a 24*7 masti, with not so hectic office and an all-out weekend fun,
And all this was an exception to the famous saying: ‘Its easier said than done’!

Everyone was not in a tearing hurry reminiscent to the hustle & bustle of 20-20 cricket,
And one had more time to stop, gaze and then enjoy life, much like the slow rumble of 5-day cricket.

What If

I knew the ‘reason’ behind my mortal existence on planet Earth & what exactly I was required to do?
My goals were a lot clearer, my dreams were less hazy and I stuck to my plans like the binding glue.

November 18 was not the most important date of the year 2007 for me,
And I had the courage to lock all my CATastrophic books in a room and throw away the damned key.

What If

The sole motive of my every endeavor in life was not only about: ‘I, Me & Myself’,
& I could contribute to my fellow beings, my nation and the whole world, unperturbed by the fate of thyself.

I was not just another brick in the wall,
& stood up, took guard and lead India, whenever there was a call.

What If

The Sky was green and leaves were blue,
And all the things that I imagined were true.

The “poetic me” was not an outright loser,
And my dreams & reality were not far away, but distinctly closer!

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