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???
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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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