Wednesday, February 23, 2011

To 'De Ghuma Ke' or Not !

We are already very much into World Cup 2011 but there hardly seems to be much enthusiasm about it anywhere around me except the initial opening ceremony & all the 1st day fuzz around Bangladesh. Don't tell me WC 11 too is a victim of being too predictable with the same teams reaching the top & winning it too.Of course,I am among those group of believers that will consider WC interesting only if the Ozzie don't reach the top 4 or even better top 6. Or is it because of the crisper T20 version of the cricket which is spoiling the fun. Well, cant be as much the reason as the former one for sure because short or long, a movies can be equally entertaining. But about the same teams reaching & playing at the top, could be an appropriate guess.Flashback into the last year & remember how the FIFA WC 10 had every one glued to its matches as the big shots were already out in the preliminary rounds. Anyway, hope we see some real action & record breaking games this time with some unexpected results as the once appu now turns into stumpy  for its cricket version ready to stump ! & also hopefully this world cup makes more news than just that of no of tickets being available for the finals !

Sunday, February 6, 2011

It is Feb already !

Here it goes, a beautiful write up from Paulo Coelho's Blog.

Read the book 3/4 years back, so good to re-read these lines again, wouldn't have made as much sense as they do now.

If one person really wants us, everyone does. But, if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.
“Have you ever heard of the book called the I Ching?” I asked her.
“No, I haven’t.”
“It says that a city can be moved but not a well. It’s around the well that lovers find each other, satisfy their thirst, build homes, and raise their children. But if one of them decides to leave, the well cannot go with them. Love remains there, abandoned – even though it is filled with the same pure water as before.”

Love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation.
Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life.
We have to take love where we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointments and sadness.
“You shouldn’t have asked,” I said. “Love doesn’t ask many questions, because if we stop to think we become fearful. It’s an inexplicable fear; it’s difficult even to describe it. Maybe it’s the fear of being scorned, of not being accepted, or of breaking the spell. It’s ridiculous, but that’s the way it is. That’s way you don’t ask-you act. As you’ve said many times, you have to take risks.”
Wait. This was the first lesson I learned about love. The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behaviour in certain ways – and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives.
But by then, you don’t know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embrassed about showing affection.
Love is like a trap. When it appears, we see only light, not its shadows.