Chasing my dream

Screaming alarm and the sun through the window

I wish there was some more time that I can borrow!

But I have a race to compete,

And a routine to repeat

I walk into another new day,

Desperately searching my way

Chasing my dreams, down the lane,

So that I am still in the game

Out of the many whom I meet daily,

Only a few who I can look deeply

I continue walking, with worries aside,

Hoping to find someone to whom I can confide

Amidst the challenges to face,

I try to escape this maze

Hoping that one day down the stream,

I shall realize my cherished dream

And for that,

I will walk into another new day,

After all, it is just a part of the same play.

- Jai

Captain Cool . .

This man has the charm, he exhorts those who look up to him, he enthralls those who confide in him, he holds responsibility for the hopes of a billion people, he rises to the occasions and of course, he is damn successful. Yes, he is M.S.D.

His journey from being a just another Ranchi town boy to Time magazines, list of 100 most influential people in the world has been a phenomenal one. Having led India to a victory, in the twenty20 world cup (2007), and the ICC world cup (2011), he has become the symbol of India’s cricketing renaissance. As the skipper of CSK, he is again proving, what he is capable of.

I have always been an ardent supporter of this man. I have wondered the patience and perseverance with which he leads the team on the field. In a nation like India, where your victories are exalted but your losses are censured, he has held his nerve in many a situation.

Every time this man shines or the team that he leads, wins a match, there are fervent claims dismissing his ability and attributing his performance either to sheer luck or team effort. I beg to differ. It is not by sheer luck, he has made true, the dream of a second world cup. It is not by sheer luck he has marshaled his side to the top spot in Test and ODI rankings. I can hear you arguing, that those were results of collective effort and an individual can not take credit of it. But it was Dhoni, who enabled the collective effort to materialize into a tangible result. He has fulfilled the dearth of a good keeper in the Indian team. He is intuitive, composed, committed and he makes the right decisions at the right time, and for that, he is due his credits.

I have always been awe struck and jubilant watching our little master. I have wondered, at the skill, precision, and craft with which Sachin bats. After seeing such a performance, I completely agree my man’s batting is no where even near to being compared to those of the demigods. MSD’s batting style is not classy, his foot work is poor and he plays unconventional helicopter shots. . .Yet he has delivered with the bat at times when it really mattered. I worship Sachin, but also, I adore Dhoni.

He is surely not the greatest of players in the Indian cricketing history, but he is the player that India needed to lead from the front. He is the player the team needed to group itself behind, and he has played his part with perfection. People may find my opinion biased or preconceived, they are always free to contradict. But I am proud of Mahi and I will always be. I will always rejoice at his success, I don’t mind if you call it his luck, because Fortune always Favours the Brave.

Looking Back. . .

After the birth of this blog, which happened in a hasty manner, it has taken me a whooping 568 days to visit it again! Personally, I am happy this happened at least now.

But now, not as earlier, there is a lot more to share. There are a lot of thoughts which I intend to put down here, but I am thoroughly biased towards a group of those, the ones which bring me, a profound sense of joy and tranquility, a recollection of those cherished memories of my college life. This post, I think is an easy way to relive those treasured moments.

Back in 2007, after my good scores in 12^th, and a long debate about the colleges and the courses I made up my mind to choose CSE @ CEG.

Rankings proclaimed CEG as one of the top ten colleges in the nation, back home my parents felt relieved, my neighbors patted my shoulders and said “Boy, you are gifted, you must have worked hard to get there”, My relatives were concerned if I could accommodate in a new city all by myself, My teachers advised “Its just the beginning, you have to work very hard to cope up there”, I had school, district and even state toppers in my counselling session. Entering college couldn’t have been more daunting for me. I wondered if I had made the right choice. I asked myself “Could I have chosen an easier option? “. Now that I had lived through it and emerged successfully, I must say there couldn’t have been a better option for me.

It had been a wonderful transition indeed. This institution has offered me a learning of a life time, chances to experiment myself, a stage for my skills, and of course, friendships for eternity. It has molded every one of us to face the world and has helped us secure a good career. Contrary to the claim, there was never any sort of pressure throughout my college life! In fact, this setting has made me perform better in many occasions.

8 semesters, innumerable assessments and labs, two IVs, fun filled Techofes, Agni, Abacus days, vibrant Kurukshetras, lively birthday treats, never ending movie outings, just for the sake CAT classes, tensed placement interviews. . . The list is unending. But among all these, I must admit, the best thing that ever happened to me at college was the hostel experience. Chuck out the bad food, no water, dingy rooms or mosquito troubles. It was just the perfect thing any student could have ever asked for. Friendship, Freedom and Fun: all of them in abundance. The late night to dawn “vetti kathais”, the chitchats at the news paper table, HPL at the backyard, TT and Carom to cheer us up, Night canteen and Tea anna for our refreshments, High voltage, hot and sweaty TV room, last minute “Pumping” and the subsequent “Rolling”, Movies, Music, Novels and above all the way we complemented each other. I fall short of words to explain my thoughts. . .It was a blessing indeed.

Taking refuge in college ATMs to escape Chennai’s scorching heat, Celebrating India’s world cup victory, after running mad on Kotturpuram road with A.V, Sethu, Sharan, Kathir and Arp…. shaking hands with total strangers on speeding cars, Ravi and me Flashing the college ID as the first response whenever stopped by a traffic sergeant, Fighting with a friend just because he didn’t support CSK!(Sorry da Vikash!), Ignoring the astounded look of the person in the canteen queue, when just 3 of us (Ajay, Kannan and me !) gave 14 tokens, 15 of us stuffing ourselves inside a share auto, Desperate tooth paste hunts in the wing, Hugging Arignar Anna for a photo, and a lot more them . . I wonder if I’d ever be able to live a life like this, wherein what I really cared for was, Nothing!

Now that I am in the beginning of an another long journey, I look forward to it with confidence and strength, which this institution has bestowed me with. These moments of joy which I have treasured here, are mine to keep. Some time in future when I take a walk down the memory lane, these memories will still remain ever green and joyful. Then apart from the commitments I have to keep and the deadlines I have to meet, a momentary pleasure of reliving this golden period will keep me going.

Here...It begins..

A good friend of mine said. . ."When u have no other better work to do, try blogging !". These were the words behind the genesis of this blog, In a cold, damp, rainy November night. But i still wonder about what to blog!. As i find a blog about every imaginable(of course unimaginable) theme, i take it for granted i can fill it up with anything i wish :) ;) (I find these brackets(so called smileys) in most blogs !, i add them to mine too, so that mine doesnt look too odd! forgive me if i didnt place them properly, I l learn to find their places soon!)
And so, from now on i can call myself a BLOGGER ! cheers !.