Dear youngest Federer,
By the time you are old enough to understand this,your father wont be the player he once
was.So,this is for you,from those of us who were there,just to tell you who he was.He was a champion like tennis had never seen.He was so graceful-any ballet dancers would wanna burn their shoes.He was fast.He was powerful,but like a ferrari.They all came at him,and they all fell to him!major after major,year after year your father dominated this sport,the way avalanches dominate trees.And yet he was so humble and decent that it became no shame to lose to him.In fact,it became kind of an honour!To lose to ROGER FEDERER meant you were woven into the fabric of sports history.And what a histoy he wrote!You ll read abt it someday and it will shock you.But his finest moment might have been when on a sun splashed sunday of Wimbledon,he passed the record of Pete Sampras.Some thought we might not ever see that day!Thought he had been passed by younger,bulkier models.But they were wrong.GODS do not get passed!This august,you'll come along and tennis will be less important.majors will become minors,trophies will become teething rings.and ur father's perfect life will,somehow,get even better!
:) :) :D
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
The Knight Rider
In the past,I have written about my most favourite persons in the world.So here comes another one,which,again,I am writing about one of my most favourite!
How do you know that you are in the presence of a celebrity?When the security huddle around him is almost as recognisable as he is.And how do you know that you're a celebrity sucker?When you can recognise them both.
SRK virtually writes his own copy.He speaks fast,cutting and comic in turn.He's flown from Paris,lost his luggage,lost his voice while cheering his IPL team and signed a gazillion autographs,while checking on his children's school principal and preventing a friend's efforts to make him eat.
Khan calls himself an employee of Shah Rukh Khan Inc.And indeed,he seems more an envoy of his own multipe selves.Is he the writer of the all-caps slogans he shows on his laptop?Is he the father who misses his son?Is he the actor who cant stand to be beaten?My guess is this is a man who is constantly surprising himself,one minute a model businessman,another the world's most famous Muslim,and yet another it's biggest stars.And i suspect nothing else about this changeable star will remain the same...
How do you know that you are in the presence of a celebrity?When the security huddle around him is almost as recognisable as he is.And how do you know that you're a celebrity sucker?When you can recognise them both.
SRK virtually writes his own copy.He speaks fast,cutting and comic in turn.He's flown from Paris,lost his luggage,lost his voice while cheering his IPL team and signed a gazillion autographs,while checking on his children's school principal and preventing a friend's efforts to make him eat.
Khan calls himself an employee of Shah Rukh Khan Inc.And indeed,he seems more an envoy of his own multipe selves.Is he the writer of the all-caps slogans he shows on his laptop?Is he the father who misses his son?Is he the actor who cant stand to be beaten?My guess is this is a man who is constantly surprising himself,one minute a model businessman,another the world's most famous Muslim,and yet another it's biggest stars.And i suspect nothing else about this changeable star will remain the same...
Friday, November 12, 2010
Some of my poems...
Hey all.These are some of my poems.I know u must be thinking 'when did she start writing poems?'.But yes.I can gurantee they arent bad!Most of them (or all of them) reflect my past...
The joke's on me.
I keep waiting for the phone to ring
Yet I know it won't be you;
I try to fill my life with busyness
Yet all I do is think of you.
What became of us
And all our dreams and plans;
How could you turn and walk away
As I watched our castles turn to sand?
Do you never even miss me
Don't you long to caress my face;
How could you forget so easily
And You I can't erase?
I want to be in your arms again
To see the laughter in your eyes;
But I guess the joke's on me
And Oh! Was I surprised!
Something
And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
The joke's on me.
I keep waiting for the phone to ring
Yet I know it won't be you;
I try to fill my life with busyness
Yet all I do is think of you.
What became of us
And all our dreams and plans;
How could you turn and walk away
As I watched our castles turn to sand?
Do you never even miss me
Don't you long to caress my face;
How could you forget so easily
And You I can't erase?
I want to be in your arms again
To see the laughter in your eyes;
But I guess the joke's on me
And Oh! Was I surprised!
Something
And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Dadu :)
They say History repeats itself.Well,I dont know about history,but whatever is happening around me is surely repeating itself.Once again,"The Great Shifting Episode"...once again,Dadu is moving away to The Indian Institute of Management,Bangalore...once again,to one of the best educational institutes in the world.Once again,my one of the three most favourite persons in the wolrd is moving away...
But something is different.This time,after the completion of his post graduation,he would come anywhere but home.I wont get time to spend with him just coz he would be too busy.He wouldnt make maggie for me coz he wold be busy having tea with his office people.We wont go out to eat Bhurji near BMCC,but we would rather go to a 3 star restaurant just coz it would suit his "status".He will always be well groomed unlike when i had to run behind him and make him shave.He wont go out in shorts and the most miserable t shirt i have ever seen,and he wont touch my Scootie in front of his Audi.Will he miss our dabba Activa when he's really tired of going
everywhere in a car?Would he miss Pune's power cuts when he's sitting in an A/C office all day and night?
Its time again...to be all by myself in my room,my table,my bed,my computer and my parents...but do I really want this?No!I want him to fight with me over the computer,or who will sit where while watching TV.A fight over remote?Well,I learnt to surrender,hand him the remote and not continue the fight further a long time ago!But most of all,what i learnt is to be myself and be honest to my parents,no matter what.I got from him the courage to strive when everyone else is happily enjoying,be it for an NTS scholarship,or just anything else.He taught me that I have everything and better at my resource to become someone i want to.And he also taught me to watch Cricket and HATE cricket!He is my inspiration for literally everything,except for studying Biology.What I am today,or what I will be in the recent future is all his credit,more than my parents or anyone else.I didnt cry like a baby this time.Maybe its just that I have got used my most loved people being taken away from me...
I have grown from caling him "Tejadya" to "Dadu",and trust me,not even my mom can beat me in knowing him!There was time when i saw him getting bowled over by babes or more appropriately girls getting bowled over by him!I do everything possible for him,even if it includes just buying him a lead pencil!And i bet he cant shop for himself anymore,coz its been me whose been doing that job for a considerably long time now!I wonder how this "undisputed PJ God of his hostel" bro of mine uses the most deadly PJs to hit on girls and succeeds at that!Quirky by nature,he hates coriander(!)and goes to painful lengths to ensure that not even a molecule of it enters his mouth.He spends most of his time on phone or chat these days.7 hours of phone continously and whole night of chatting spanning more than 2900 lines.I am yet to ascertain if current Guiness World record is comparable to this feat of his.Worth mentioning is the four page long love letter he penned down for his gf this V-day,when I believe that he hasnt written that much notes in class last two sems combined!Witty,flirtatious,whimsical,talkative,caring,ambitious and hardworking is how his friends describe him,and I cant agree more!
Excluding his habit of over protectiveness and over sensitivity towards me,I have never really regretted having a bro.There comes a time when some of my friends describe their relationshiops with their elder sisters,and I feel jealous.But when I come home and hear one of his career theories for me instead of how-to-persuade-mom-to-go-shopping theory(which usually happens with sisters),the thought vanishes!Yet,I dont seem to understand some of his logics,me not being allowed to be on Facebook being an example.Now as he learns (to) "Manage-men-t"actfully,I am enjoying the fact that he is a student once again on the contrast of his last 2 years job and unlimited fun(he he!).
What i see him after 4 years from today,is a handsome and smart CEO of a leading financial company,with a beautiful wife and a fat(ter) salary...I cant be happier!Miss him like hell.
But something is different.This time,after the completion of his post graduation,he would come anywhere but home.I wont get time to spend with him just coz he would be too busy.He wouldnt make maggie for me coz he wold be busy having tea with his office people.We wont go out to eat Bhurji near BMCC,but we would rather go to a 3 star restaurant just coz it would suit his "status".He will always be well groomed unlike when i had to run behind him and make him shave.He wont go out in shorts and the most miserable t shirt i have ever seen,and he wont touch my Scootie in front of his Audi.Will he miss our dabba Activa when he's really tired of going
everywhere in a car?Would he miss Pune's power cuts when he's sitting in an A/C office all day and night?
Its time again...to be all by myself in my room,my table,my bed,my computer and my parents...but do I really want this?No!I want him to fight with me over the computer,or who will sit where while watching TV.A fight over remote?Well,I learnt to surrender,hand him the remote and not continue the fight further a long time ago!But most of all,what i learnt is to be myself and be honest to my parents,no matter what.I got from him the courage to strive when everyone else is happily enjoying,be it for an NTS scholarship,or just anything else.He taught me that I have everything and better at my resource to become someone i want to.And he also taught me to watch Cricket and HATE cricket!He is my inspiration for literally everything,except for studying Biology.What I am today,or what I will be in the recent future is all his credit,more than my parents or anyone else.I didnt cry like a baby this time.Maybe its just that I have got used my most loved people being taken away from me...
I have grown from caling him "Tejadya" to "Dadu",and trust me,not even my mom can beat me in knowing him!There was time when i saw him getting bowled over by babes or more appropriately girls getting bowled over by him!I do everything possible for him,even if it includes just buying him a lead pencil!And i bet he cant shop for himself anymore,coz its been me whose been doing that job for a considerably long time now!I wonder how this "undisputed PJ God of his hostel" bro of mine uses the most deadly PJs to hit on girls and succeeds at that!Quirky by nature,he hates coriander(!)and goes to painful lengths to ensure that not even a molecule of it enters his mouth.He spends most of his time on phone or chat these days.7 hours of phone continously and whole night of chatting spanning more than 2900 lines.I am yet to ascertain if current Guiness World record is comparable to this feat of his.Worth mentioning is the four page long love letter he penned down for his gf this V-day,when I believe that he hasnt written that much notes in class last two sems combined!Witty,flirtatious,whimsical,talkative,caring,ambitious and hardworking is how his friends describe him,and I cant agree more!
Excluding his habit of over protectiveness and over sensitivity towards me,I have never really regretted having a bro.There comes a time when some of my friends describe their relationshiops with their elder sisters,and I feel jealous.But when I come home and hear one of his career theories for me instead of how-to-persuade-mom-to-go-shopping theory(which usually happens with sisters),the thought vanishes!Yet,I dont seem to understand some of his logics,me not being allowed to be on Facebook being an example.Now as he learns (to) "Manage-men-t"actfully,I am enjoying the fact that he is a student once again on the contrast of his last 2 years job and unlimited fun(he he!).
What i see him after 4 years from today,is a handsome and smart CEO of a leading financial company,with a beautiful wife and a fat(ter) salary...I cant be happier!Miss him like hell.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
She's mine,and she's me.
This is a blog about my best friend.And as the rule of blogging goes,I am not allowed to write her
name here.But I am sure every person reading this knows who I am talking about.
Yeah,you guessed it right.She's the person who came into my life as unexpectedly as unpredictable she is,whom I so adore with all of me,and who has now become an inseperable part of my life just as my family,so much so that now i have stopped considering her as another person.She's mine,and She's me.She's someone who taught me to be myself,and that it was a hell lot of fun to laugh on myself.She told me it needn't be that way,and that it was right to get hopelessly lost sometimes.She never ever judged me.She said I can do anything I put my mind to.And suddenly I knew I could.She listened to me. And I bet she thought I'd never end!
A totally totally fun loving person.She can laugh and laugh at almost anything.Has a pretty straight outlook towards life and likes to give fundae on life often!Her philo sessions are quite useful though i must confess. Happiness,sadness,fear,hatred,guilt etc..she has an explanation for them all.Really likes to sleep a lot and hates to be woken up.A gem of a person and a really nice catch if u are totally jobless in life!Really really childish when she is in the best of her moods and u never know what is wrong with her!
She is someone who sticks up to me when i am being put down,always has my back,lends me her shoulder (and sometimes her sofa set,and i expect her bf next time!he he) when i am sad,doesnt care if i am crazy,and doesnt care what others think about me.I dont want her in my life,i need her in my life.I dont like her,I love her.And i am glad I found her...coz i would be absolutely lost without her!
And oh!The reasons why she is my best friend even after all the (bullshit) honest answers she has given me until now?Well,all of those are impossible to write here.But i am listing a few of them though...Because she understands just by looking into my eyes.Because she finishes my sentences and knows what I like.Because she knows me better than i know myself.Because I can say something stupid to her.Because everything we do together becomes a memory.Because we dont need to do something to have fun.It just happens.Because I dont need to explain anything to her.She just knows.Because she tells me the truth,no matter how much I'd not hear it.Because she believes in my dreams,no matter how silly they may sound.Because I am good enough when i am with her(not always though).And because I am not afraid to be myself with her!I am never the "Manasi Kulkarni" with her.I stop caring about the world for a while,or even a broken heart sometimes when she's around.I am just Mansu,who has been with her since the seventh grade (and who hates it when she appreciates two of my arch rivals)!I dont need to care about my grades,or my studies when with her.And they seem like the least of my worries.
To be precise,yet speak the truth,I actually thought of her as a girl with cute dimples and some stranger from D division when she first became my partner.And as u all must be knowing,i really LOVE dimples and i feel unfortunate for not having a couple on my own cheeks.How i hated that part of her those days!Never thought she would become this important to me,and that i would become immune to the smile every time she laughs and not to think about those dimples(not totally yet, though)
There were times when we didn't see eye to eye.And there were days when both of us cried.But even so we made it through.Glad that i met her..and Re met her... :)Life is beautiful,and so they say...yet so empty,until you can share the moments in life with the one you care.Life is beautiful,and so they say...yet so dull until you can feel all the emotions that can't be more real.And so I pray that this may lead to a life that is truly beautiful,and so one day I may say...Life is beautiful ..infact u made it beautiful!And before these line sound more like those said to ur boyfriend,I should probably stop.To hell with the rules,I love u Surabhi!
P.S-This blog doesnt serve u as a purpose for flashing ur dimples in front of me as a token of appreciation.He he!
name here.But I am sure every person reading this knows who I am talking about.
Yeah,you guessed it right.She's the person who came into my life as unexpectedly as unpredictable she is,whom I so adore with all of me,and who has now become an inseperable part of my life just as my family,so much so that now i have stopped considering her as another person.She's mine,and She's me.She's someone who taught me to be myself,and that it was a hell lot of fun to laugh on myself.She told me it needn't be that way,and that it was right to get hopelessly lost sometimes.She never ever judged me.She said I can do anything I put my mind to.And suddenly I knew I could.She listened to me. And I bet she thought I'd never end!
A totally totally fun loving person.She can laugh and laugh at almost anything.Has a pretty straight outlook towards life and likes to give fundae on life often!Her philo sessions are quite useful though i must confess. Happiness,sadness,fear,hatred,guilt etc..she has an explanation for them all.Really likes to sleep a lot and hates to be woken up.A gem of a person and a really nice catch if u are totally jobless in life!Really really childish when she is in the best of her moods and u never know what is wrong with her!
She is someone who sticks up to me when i am being put down,always has my back,lends me her shoulder (and sometimes her sofa set,and i expect her bf next time!he he) when i am sad,doesnt care if i am crazy,and doesnt care what others think about me.I dont want her in my life,i need her in my life.I dont like her,I love her.And i am glad I found her...coz i would be absolutely lost without her!
And oh!The reasons why she is my best friend even after all the (bullshit) honest answers she has given me until now?Well,all of those are impossible to write here.But i am listing a few of them though...Because she understands just by looking into my eyes.Because she finishes my sentences and knows what I like.Because she knows me better than i know myself.Because I can say something stupid to her.Because everything we do together becomes a memory.Because we dont need to do something to have fun.It just happens.Because I dont need to explain anything to her.She just knows.Because she tells me the truth,no matter how much I'd not hear it.Because she believes in my dreams,no matter how silly they may sound.Because I am good enough when i am with her(not always though).And because I am not afraid to be myself with her!I am never the "Manasi Kulkarni" with her.I stop caring about the world for a while,or even a broken heart sometimes when she's around.I am just Mansu,who has been with her since the seventh grade (and who hates it when she appreciates two of my arch rivals)!I dont need to care about my grades,or my studies when with her.And they seem like the least of my worries.
To be precise,yet speak the truth,I actually thought of her as a girl with cute dimples and some stranger from D division when she first became my partner.And as u all must be knowing,i really LOVE dimples and i feel unfortunate for not having a couple on my own cheeks.How i hated that part of her those days!Never thought she would become this important to me,and that i would become immune to the smile every time she laughs and not to think about those dimples(not totally yet, though)
There were times when we didn't see eye to eye.And there were days when both of us cried.But even so we made it through.Glad that i met her..and Re met her... :)Life is beautiful,and so they say...yet so empty,until you can share the moments in life with the one you care.Life is beautiful,and so they say...yet so dull until you can feel all the emotions that can't be more real.And so I pray that this may lead to a life that is truly beautiful,and so one day I may say...Life is beautiful ..infact u made it beautiful!And before these line sound more like those said to ur boyfriend,I should probably stop.To hell with the rules,I love u Surabhi!
P.S-This blog doesnt serve u as a purpose for flashing ur dimples in front of me as a token of appreciation.He he!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wish they understood this...
Here's a list...of all the things I would like for the MEN to understand!Actually read this somewhere but couldnt help posting it!
1)That they need to be more sensitive-its sexy when a man has a body of metal and is a softy at heart.
2)Wish they were gentlemen.They would earn brownie points!
3)Its the effort that counts.So what the fod is barely edible?At least she tried!
4)That its every woman's inherent need to be an irritating shopaholic.Take it or leave it!
5)Wish they would understand that women have butter fingers.So forgive her even if she spilled nail varnish on your favourite shirt...it happens!
6)Its great to be buddies.So open that heart and speak up what is bothering u.
7)Wish they would bury their egos where it cannot be found.
8)Wish they would understand that cuddles are the best solution to most problems!
9)We need u to stand by us especially when we are goofed up in public.Dont yell at us!
10)Wish the dumbos would understand that every woman is a litle girl inside and all she wants is love and she will turn her world around for u!
All I need is some appreciation guys...so come forward,bury ur egos and do it!:P
1)That they need to be more sensitive-its sexy when a man has a body of metal and is a softy at heart.
2)Wish they were gentlemen.They would earn brownie points!
3)Its the effort that counts.So what the fod is barely edible?At least she tried!
4)That its every woman's inherent need to be an irritating shopaholic.Take it or leave it!
5)Wish they would understand that women have butter fingers.So forgive her even if she spilled nail varnish on your favourite shirt...it happens!
6)Its great to be buddies.So open that heart and speak up what is bothering u.
7)Wish they would bury their egos where it cannot be found.
8)Wish they would understand that cuddles are the best solution to most problems!
9)We need u to stand by us especially when we are goofed up in public.Dont yell at us!
10)Wish the dumbos would understand that every woman is a litle girl inside and all she wants is love and she will turn her world around for u!
All I need is some appreciation guys...so come forward,bury ur egos and do it!:P
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
As I mature......
...I have learnt that no matter how much I care about come people,they are just assholes.
...I have learnt that you cannot make someone love u.All u can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
...I have learnt that it takes years to build up trust,and it takes only suspicion,not proof,to destroy it.
...I have learnt that u shouldnt compare urselves to others-they are more screwed up than u think.
...I have learnt that u can keep vomiting long after u think u have finished.
...I have learnt that we are responsible for whatever we do unless we are celebrities.
...I have learnt that regardless of how hot and steaming a relationship is at first,the passion fades and there would better be a lot of money to take its place.
...I have learnt that the people u care about the most in this world are taken away from u to soon and all the less important ones just never go away....
Hope something good will happen to me.if not,tough shit...
...I have learnt that you cannot make someone love u.All u can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
...I have learnt that it takes years to build up trust,and it takes only suspicion,not proof,to destroy it.
...I have learnt that u shouldnt compare urselves to others-they are more screwed up than u think.
...I have learnt that u can keep vomiting long after u think u have finished.
...I have learnt that we are responsible for whatever we do unless we are celebrities.
...I have learnt that regardless of how hot and steaming a relationship is at first,the passion fades and there would better be a lot of money to take its place.
...I have learnt that the people u care about the most in this world are taken away from u to soon and all the less important ones just never go away....
Hope something good will happen to me.if not,tough shit...
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