Ok i will admit the title isnt mine.. Harsha Bhogle had used it to describe Sachin (the other GOD)after he hit a century after wat seemed an eternity (for HIM!!others would have been happy to score a 100 after 7-8 innings).. I m just borrowing it!
Schumacher decided to come back to F1.. Everyone went berserk.. The media, the fans, the devotees everyone was happy.. When the CEO of F1 says its great that Michael’s back it speaks volumes of the man and his capabilities.. Personally I had moved on and decided that my expectations and hopes rested on Alonso in the Scuderia Ferrari Marlboro.. I was actually a bit disappointed that Schumi decided to come back with Mercedes Benz GP.. (For my dilemma read my earlier post “The day God changed his religion”). But Ross Brawn.. A 2009 championship winning car and more than that a GERMAN team was a major part I think .. I have followed Michaels comeback as much as I could.. In my limited reading.. Ferrari couldn’t convince the FIA to allow a third car for their team (they were in talks supposedly..)
Now the question of people criticizing him for his lackluster comeback performance.. I have read that some are even writing him off.. Its strange.. 7 world championships, 91 race wins and people still doubt his abilities.. Greatness is a double edged sword…If u look at his first interview after he announced his comeback, it read.. “Don’t expect me to be the WC immediately..No 8. is definitely an aim though in the next 3 yrs”. I think this speaks volumes of the humility of the man.. With his credentials he could have gone on to make BIG statements..
And now is F1 only about the driver.. that Mercedes GP car is struggling like hell.. I know ppl say Nico Rosberg has been bringing the results.. but lets not forget he has been here for the last 3 years when GOD was on a holiday.. and the new rules didn’t give Michael an opportunity to practice.. He used to practice pit-stops 500 times every weekend when he was at his prime!!! And what abt the horrendous tactical errors??? Rosberg’s never been caught in them!
HE has already said that “this car is not really a championship winning car and I m looking for the 2011 season already though my commitment to 2010 is a 100%”.
All this said and done I m not supporting him for the WC, I would still prefer the Matador on the Prancing horse ride on the top step.. (Looks unlikely in 2010.. ya! Another post is coming for ppl criticizing Alonso’s performance…) but this post is just for what I feel about this unwarranted criticism.. Though when he (wrongly another Mercedes GP blunder) overtook Alonso in the dying stages of Monaco, I couldn’t stop grinning.. (Something’s never change.).
“When in doubt, just look up to the sky Michael.. That’s the only thing bigger than you!”
- An Italian devotee to GOD!!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Human Beings!
Hi,this must be reaching you from somewhere in heaven.. I m lucky my species are so trustworthy that we are assured a place in heaven..
This is something that happened to me.. A story of how i was born, bred and ultimately died in the space of 1.5 years.. Surely i was fit to live..
It happened sometime in august last year.. i was born as 1 amongst 6 brothers (simultaneously).. My mom had become very weak and me being the weakest amongst all was abandoned by my family right after birth :(
I was just about dead when a human being saw me drenched in rain all wet and shivering.. He ran upto me a wee bit careful, worrying for himself shd my mom be around.. Seeing none of my family arnd he came up to me and took me in his arms.. For the first time in my life i felt the warmth.. it made me realize how important touch is to living beings..
He wiped me with a cloth, took me to a shade. He went rushing out and got milk for me.. i felt so good. He sat with me for sometime till i had finished my milk and then caressed me. He left me and i slept over there. I didnt know what it was but it felt good..
the next day again he brought me some biscuits and warm milk.. As i started following him ( thts wat we do when some1 takes care of us) LOVINGLY (Later he told me that humans also do the same thing i.e. sucking up to ppl who pay them money so that they can buy food and other essentials..) albeit UNLOVINGLY!!
This schedule continued for sometime.. He used to come everyday ( Humans call it morning walk). Bringing me food etc... Others from my species were envious of me..
One day he came up to me and said that he had spoken with his wife about taking me to their home but she was pregnant so didnt want to risk having me in their home lest i bring some infection/ disease.. I did feel bad i must admit.. but i looked up to him with a look which showed him my acceptance.. He said once his wife had a baby he would take me home...
Life kept going i was now growing up and i could find my own food.... it felt good being independent yet having someone to care..
Then suddenly one day...
My master came to me but this time i got a bad vibe from him.. he had an anger on his face.. nonetheless he brought my biscuits and i just started walking around him as usual.. but there was no love on his face he didnt even look at me... I felt something amiss.. But i attributed that to maybe work pressure ( ya by this time i was well versed with human jargons).. He put the biscuits near me.. I felt some odd smell coming from them but i trusted him.. i ate those biscuits and within moments i started feeling sick. I began loosing my senses and couldnt get up.. My breathing got heavy.. Yes my master was standing their seeing my condition but i saw a glint of happiness in his eyes.. Something that said Mission Accomplished.. I didnt know wat was going on.. Was this just a bad dream..
Later as my senses kept getting weaker he spoke..
"One amongst you b**** bit my wife.."
That was the time i realised what the problem was.. The slow poison took its toll and within one hour i had taken all the breaths i had to take in this life...
With the light dimming in front of me i had a last look at my master, the man who taught me what loyalty, care etc were.. The same guy who killed me.. Finally i slept, never to wake up again..
On my way from earth to heaven the angel of death said to me:
" Its humans, dear. You cant explain logic to a human being when he is bloodthirsty..
These are the guys who dont think twice before killing scores of people in the name of religion, lust, greed.. Even the best amongst them is an ass.. Dont worry u ll be happier over here.." But i still wondered is it right to kill me just because some1 from my species was rogue??? to which the angel replied " These guys kill innocent people from other religions just because of a few ppl gone astray.. Cant help it.."
And then laid in the arms of the angel i was in heaven..
This is something that happened to me.. A story of how i was born, bred and ultimately died in the space of 1.5 years.. Surely i was fit to live..
It happened sometime in august last year.. i was born as 1 amongst 6 brothers (simultaneously).. My mom had become very weak and me being the weakest amongst all was abandoned by my family right after birth :(
I was just about dead when a human being saw me drenched in rain all wet and shivering.. He ran upto me a wee bit careful, worrying for himself shd my mom be around.. Seeing none of my family arnd he came up to me and took me in his arms.. For the first time in my life i felt the warmth.. it made me realize how important touch is to living beings..
He wiped me with a cloth, took me to a shade. He went rushing out and got milk for me.. i felt so good. He sat with me for sometime till i had finished my milk and then caressed me. He left me and i slept over there. I didnt know what it was but it felt good..
the next day again he brought me some biscuits and warm milk.. As i started following him ( thts wat we do when some1 takes care of us) LOVINGLY (Later he told me that humans also do the same thing i.e. sucking up to ppl who pay them money so that they can buy food and other essentials..) albeit UNLOVINGLY!!
This schedule continued for sometime.. He used to come everyday ( Humans call it morning walk). Bringing me food etc... Others from my species were envious of me..
One day he came up to me and said that he had spoken with his wife about taking me to their home but she was pregnant so didnt want to risk having me in their home lest i bring some infection/ disease.. I did feel bad i must admit.. but i looked up to him with a look which showed him my acceptance.. He said once his wife had a baby he would take me home...
Life kept going i was now growing up and i could find my own food.... it felt good being independent yet having someone to care..
Then suddenly one day...
My master came to me but this time i got a bad vibe from him.. he had an anger on his face.. nonetheless he brought my biscuits and i just started walking around him as usual.. but there was no love on his face he didnt even look at me... I felt something amiss.. But i attributed that to maybe work pressure ( ya by this time i was well versed with human jargons).. He put the biscuits near me.. I felt some odd smell coming from them but i trusted him.. i ate those biscuits and within moments i started feeling sick. I began loosing my senses and couldnt get up.. My breathing got heavy.. Yes my master was standing their seeing my condition but i saw a glint of happiness in his eyes.. Something that said Mission Accomplished.. I didnt know wat was going on.. Was this just a bad dream..
Later as my senses kept getting weaker he spoke..
"One amongst you b**** bit my wife.."
That was the time i realised what the problem was.. The slow poison took its toll and within one hour i had taken all the breaths i had to take in this life...
With the light dimming in front of me i had a last look at my master, the man who taught me what loyalty, care etc were.. The same guy who killed me.. Finally i slept, never to wake up again..
On my way from earth to heaven the angel of death said to me:
" Its humans, dear. You cant explain logic to a human being when he is bloodthirsty..
These are the guys who dont think twice before killing scores of people in the name of religion, lust, greed.. Even the best amongst them is an ass.. Dont worry u ll be happier over here.." But i still wondered is it right to kill me just because some1 from my species was rogue??? to which the angel replied " These guys kill innocent people from other religions just because of a few ppl gone astray.. Cant help it.."
And then laid in the arms of the angel i was in heaven..
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The dream job!
This isnt reference to the jobs as in a placement scenario but ya something similar. So dont expect the answers to be Consulting,Investment banking, R&D etc. From my point of view the best job some1s got these days is Rahul Mahajan. :) Swayamvar season 2 :)
Man imagine for a fact that u get to stay at palaces and luxury hotels, are served the choicest of food and wine, infi babes (some of them on the show are hot :P) and plus get paid bigtime to 'enjoy' with them on the pretext of knowing them better and finding a perfect match. Plus after all this there is no compulsion to get married. So essentially he is in a win-win situation.
Is there any job which guarantee's this???? Dont think about Playboys and Playmates!
But will i want to do such a job? i wouldnt because i cant think of viewing gals as objects, for me it makes no sense to be with some1 if there is no commitment. (That perhaps explains my single status :( but watever :P) and most importantly my personal life is meant to be personal :)
Man imagine for a fact that u get to stay at palaces and luxury hotels, are served the choicest of food and wine, infi babes (some of them on the show are hot :P) and plus get paid bigtime to 'enjoy' with them on the pretext of knowing them better and finding a perfect match. Plus after all this there is no compulsion to get married. So essentially he is in a win-win situation.
Is there any job which guarantee's this???? Dont think about Playboys and Playmates!
But will i want to do such a job? i wouldnt because i cant think of viewing gals as objects, for me it makes no sense to be with some1 if there is no commitment. (That perhaps explains my single status :( but watever :P) and most importantly my personal life is meant to be personal :)
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The day God changed his religion
It was in the summer of 99 that my cousin (only 10 days older than me) introduced me to this thing on TV. It had the best scenery, hot babes( i realise this now!!), armies of men running around with technology never before scene on the planet, one old man shaking hands with the 'chief of staff' of the various armies. It was as if the old man owned the world.. Yes the man was Bernie Ecclestone.. No prizes for guessing the sport!
It was the time when one religion which had its history but sadly not the faith was coming back to life. It required a few dedicated saints,one advisor (even gods need them!) a trusted lieutenant and GOD himself to bring this religion back to its glory.. They sought no war,no propaganda.. Just a fast car :) Yes the religion of Scuderia.
With followers in tow GOD began his journey.. much like Moses when he crossed the Nile with his folowers, to take it upon himself to set the religion, new rules and the motto "Winning is not everything, but wanting to win is"..
And from here began the journey of GOD ( if u havent still guessed it, i m sorry).With each passing month the religion became stronger, the followers became more faithful, the crowd became RED (not leftist)
With each passing year GOD kept conquering frontiers, some on his brilliance, some on others mistakes.. It wasnt smooth sailing, jealous opponents, HIS win at all costs attitude created lot of news bytes..
But GOD prevailed.. If Ferrari was religion, HE was GOD (borrowed from if "Cricket is religion, Sachin is God")
5 straight years the world was awestruck. He kept his followers motivated with calls like " I will keep trying till things become mathematically impossible"..
The caravan moved on..
After an excruciating travel GOD decided to let go, handling his religion into the hands of his successor. But the religion always belonged to HIM. (much like even though the Pope heads the Vatican, Jesus founded Christianity)..
But now 3 years after his so called resting period GOD decided to come back even though his religion was in perfectly able hands of a Bull Fighter.. But HE chose a different religion.. No longer will his followers be RED.. :( and followers like me are in a dilemma.. Is GOD bigger or Faith???
It was the time when one religion which had its history but sadly not the faith was coming back to life. It required a few dedicated saints,one advisor (even gods need them!) a trusted lieutenant and GOD himself to bring this religion back to its glory.. They sought no war,no propaganda.. Just a fast car :) Yes the religion of Scuderia.
With followers in tow GOD began his journey.. much like Moses when he crossed the Nile with his folowers, to take it upon himself to set the religion, new rules and the motto "Winning is not everything, but wanting to win is"..
And from here began the journey of GOD ( if u havent still guessed it, i m sorry).With each passing month the religion became stronger, the followers became more faithful, the crowd became RED (not leftist)
With each passing year GOD kept conquering frontiers, some on his brilliance, some on others mistakes.. It wasnt smooth sailing, jealous opponents, HIS win at all costs attitude created lot of news bytes..
But GOD prevailed.. If Ferrari was religion, HE was GOD (borrowed from if "Cricket is religion, Sachin is God")
5 straight years the world was awestruck. He kept his followers motivated with calls like " I will keep trying till things become mathematically impossible"..
The caravan moved on..
After an excruciating travel GOD decided to let go, handling his religion into the hands of his successor. But the religion always belonged to HIM. (much like even though the Pope heads the Vatican, Jesus founded Christianity)..
But now 3 years after his so called resting period GOD decided to come back even though his religion was in perfectly able hands of a Bull Fighter.. But HE chose a different religion.. No longer will his followers be RED.. :( and followers like me are in a dilemma.. Is GOD bigger or Faith???
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
That dreaded phone call!
It was around 2200 hours Aneil and his mother Sheela were in the hospital. His father had been much better on that day, he had been put off the ventilator and 5 oxygen cylinders were enough for him. Ironic for a well built man about 50 years of age, non smoker, social drinker.. what began as a usual cold and cough mysteriously transformed into something more deadlier, one thing led to another and he suffered a multiple organ failure which unfortunately included the lungs too..
They were waiting for his doctor's views on his fathers condition..
@2215 hrs:
Dr Raman walks in...
Dr: How are you Mr Kapoor?? ( A rhetorical question quite literally!!!)
Aneil: Dr, today dad was put off the ventilator :) ( a young adult trying from within him to find out the positives of the day.. But then wont the doctor know tht his patient is off the ventilator??? Funny where the human mind finds hope!!)
Dr: Yes Aneil.. I wanted to talk to you and you mom.. could u plz come into my cabin??
Aneil: Yes sir!
Aneil and his mom walk into the cabin..
Dr: Would you like some coffee??
(on the intercom.. 3 coffees)
Dr: Aneil, its not something i am very comfortable doing, but despite all my efforts and your prayers, ur dad is going to a 'point of no return' ( do they take courses on euphemism in med schools?? i wonder..)
Aneil and his mother: They blanked then and there..
(coffee arrived.. but it went ice cold in all the three cups.. none could take even a sip from)
Sheela: But wasnt he put off the ventilator today??
Dr: Yes Mrs. Kapoor, but it wasnt because he was getting better, it was because there was a finite chance of damage to his lungs(already damaged) due to the ventilator pumping air at pressure.. I m keeping him on the same medicines for now.. Anyways lets hope for a miracle...
The word miracle brought the world to an end for Sheela.. ( An almost medical student herself, she knew what to expect when doctors use 'miracle')
Dr: I ll ask my driver to drop you both to your apartment.
( there was no reply.. they both just walked away)
A receptionist followed them and took their contact nos to put in the emergency contact book..
So tonight was the going to be the night.. They took a cab to their apartment. Aneil promised his mom that he wold always be there for her no matter wat and they would face this together.. (That night a 19 year old boy became a man)
They went home... After freshening up they sat down for a meal.. Not even the strongest gulp took down the food with it..
Around 0030 they retired to their bed room to catch up on some sleep or so they thought.. But the human brain works in an extremely ridiculous way.. As Aneil closed his eyes all he could see was the times he had spent with his dad.. the picnics,the quarrels.. the very fact that he was emotionally as well as physically present for him always by default... His mom drifted off to sleep (She had the right to, she had toiled hard for the last three months.. with the hope that things would get back to something close to where they were.. But her efforts had wilted away, thanx to HIM..)
Soon Aneil to drifted off to sleep...
It was about 0430 when the phone in their living room rang...
Aneil and his mom were awake as if they had never slept... They ran towards the living room, Aneil banged on a wooden chair.. but he felt no pain, getting to the phone was more important..
He picked up the receiver almost choked..
Aneil: Aaaallooo
Other end: Ye call aapko Tata Indicom se kiya hain.. Aapki dialer tone choose karne ke liye '*' dabaye..
He banged the phone down..
This was the most anticlimactic thing to have happened after a day when things had gone from bad to worse..
But it prepared him for the time when the phone would really ring the death knell..
They were waiting for his doctor's views on his fathers condition..
@2215 hrs:
Dr Raman walks in...
Dr: How are you Mr Kapoor?? ( A rhetorical question quite literally!!!)
Aneil: Dr, today dad was put off the ventilator :) ( a young adult trying from within him to find out the positives of the day.. But then wont the doctor know tht his patient is off the ventilator??? Funny where the human mind finds hope!!)
Dr: Yes Aneil.. I wanted to talk to you and you mom.. could u plz come into my cabin??
Aneil: Yes sir!
Aneil and his mom walk into the cabin..
Dr: Would you like some coffee??
(on the intercom.. 3 coffees)
Dr: Aneil, its not something i am very comfortable doing, but despite all my efforts and your prayers, ur dad is going to a 'point of no return' ( do they take courses on euphemism in med schools?? i wonder..)
Aneil and his mother: They blanked then and there..
(coffee arrived.. but it went ice cold in all the three cups.. none could take even a sip from)
Sheela: But wasnt he put off the ventilator today??
Dr: Yes Mrs. Kapoor, but it wasnt because he was getting better, it was because there was a finite chance of damage to his lungs(already damaged) due to the ventilator pumping air at pressure.. I m keeping him on the same medicines for now.. Anyways lets hope for a miracle...
The word miracle brought the world to an end for Sheela.. ( An almost medical student herself, she knew what to expect when doctors use 'miracle')
Dr: I ll ask my driver to drop you both to your apartment.
( there was no reply.. they both just walked away)
A receptionist followed them and took their contact nos to put in the emergency contact book..
So tonight was the going to be the night.. They took a cab to their apartment. Aneil promised his mom that he wold always be there for her no matter wat and they would face this together.. (That night a 19 year old boy became a man)
They went home... After freshening up they sat down for a meal.. Not even the strongest gulp took down the food with it..
Around 0030 they retired to their bed room to catch up on some sleep or so they thought.. But the human brain works in an extremely ridiculous way.. As Aneil closed his eyes all he could see was the times he had spent with his dad.. the picnics,the quarrels.. the very fact that he was emotionally as well as physically present for him always by default... His mom drifted off to sleep (She had the right to, she had toiled hard for the last three months.. with the hope that things would get back to something close to where they were.. But her efforts had wilted away, thanx to HIM..)
Soon Aneil to drifted off to sleep...
It was about 0430 when the phone in their living room rang...
Aneil and his mom were awake as if they had never slept... They ran towards the living room, Aneil banged on a wooden chair.. but he felt no pain, getting to the phone was more important..
He picked up the receiver almost choked..
Aneil: Aaaallooo
Other end: Ye call aapko Tata Indicom se kiya hain.. Aapki dialer tone choose karne ke liye '*' dabaye..
He banged the phone down..
This was the most anticlimactic thing to have happened after a day when things had gone from bad to worse..
But it prepared him for the time when the phone would really ring the death knell..
Monday, February 8, 2010
Who am I?
This is the question i have been trying to answer for the last few years now ( may sound philosophical to some ridiculous to others or even fake) . But then it is true! Believe you me this self search hasnt started because of what many would think a reason for self-search (soul-search). It started because of the "about me" columns on all the leading social networking sites, my inability to write something there and people pestering me, ending up calling me even snobbish ( for heavens sake!!!)
Am i confused?? No i am not! I am pretty clear what i want to do in life ( more than 5 years in engineering and i realise this is not what i shd i have done :P, but then isnt that period of your life algorithmic??), when i want to do what i intend to ( doesnt take into account the inability to find a gf :P) and more so what i want from lyf. However in my case there is another factor that comes into play what life allows me to do. I have been on the wrong side of fate far too often to just say "dream it and u ll get it". But yes still the two words that motivate me are Dream On.
Its because of this that i have been termed pessimistic by some but i would say i am a realist. Life has taught me this the hard way. There have been many such incidents in the past 23 years ever since i came out in this world 'crying'.( If u dont know abt these incidents its because i dont want you to know abt them! ) Its because of this, the part in the parenthesis that people feel i m arrogant but i m not, its just that i prefer being a closed book which only a few will open and read than a blog which any1 can read. Its strange but that is what i am!
Another thing about me is that i only do things which i m completely convinced i want to do. It took me forever to get on to FB ( getting onto orkut was something 'special'), to start blogging ( thanks to pundya and his efforts i finally did it today! and after i told him this on gtalk his reaction was: "चक्क!!" :) ). Somehow things which usually inerest people maynot interest me. I dont watch movies immediately as they are released ( for insti junta mayb on dc++ ) that makes conversations about movies in the mess/otherwise seem latin and greek to me.Its not lack of enthu just the need to get convinced to do something... Yet i m not lost or disconnected...
Well this could go on forever, this " who am i"? thing.. and if u are still reading it thanks so much
This is my 1st blog so plz post ur comments, i like constructive critiscm ( may not agree always :P) and last but not the least i hope atleast some of you who could be reading this would also read the closed book and not just the blog.
Ciao
Am i confused?? No i am not! I am pretty clear what i want to do in life ( more than 5 years in engineering and i realise this is not what i shd i have done :P, but then isnt that period of your life algorithmic??), when i want to do what i intend to ( doesnt take into account the inability to find a gf :P) and more so what i want from lyf. However in my case there is another factor that comes into play what life allows me to do. I have been on the wrong side of fate far too often to just say "dream it and u ll get it". But yes still the two words that motivate me are Dream On.
Its because of this that i have been termed pessimistic by some but i would say i am a realist. Life has taught me this the hard way. There have been many such incidents in the past 23 years ever since i came out in this world 'crying'.( If u dont know abt these incidents its because i dont want you to know abt them! ) Its because of this, the part in the parenthesis that people feel i m arrogant but i m not, its just that i prefer being a closed book which only a few will open and read than a blog which any1 can read. Its strange but that is what i am!
Another thing about me is that i only do things which i m completely convinced i want to do. It took me forever to get on to FB ( getting onto orkut was something 'special'), to start blogging ( thanks to pundya and his efforts i finally did it today! and after i told him this on gtalk his reaction was: "चक्क!!" :) ). Somehow things which usually inerest people maynot interest me. I dont watch movies immediately as they are released ( for insti junta mayb on dc++ ) that makes conversations about movies in the mess/otherwise seem latin and greek to me.Its not lack of enthu just the need to get convinced to do something... Yet i m not lost or disconnected...
Well this could go on forever, this " who am i"? thing.. and if u are still reading it thanks so much
This is my 1st blog so plz post ur comments, i like constructive critiscm ( may not agree always :P) and last but not the least i hope atleast some of you who could be reading this would also read the closed book and not just the blog.
Ciao
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