Sachiiin sachin

When did I started following cricket? Don't remember. Who was the earliest sporting hero for me? I remember Maradona as his performance entered my nascent mind at the age of three when I didn't even understand what football meant. I still remember buying a poster of Maradona in my 4th standards during an excursion to Bandel church. 

The earliest memory of cricket in my mind was the scene of Ravi Shastri driving a car around probably MCG after being the man of series of champions trophy 1987. But when I started understanding the game it was only Sachin. Indian cricket team at that point was never the dominating team so we did't expect them to win every match or even series. But then every time Sachin batted it was like expecting  a hundred was the minimum. Always all the hopes were on him. He saw the rise and fall of so many great players but he still managed to tower above all. 

Today he is playing his penultimate international cricket match in Eden gardens and I couldn't miss the chance of missing this great moment of cricketing history. As Gavaskar said this is the biggest retirement in Indian sports history. The man raises so much emotion. Lucky to born and breath in the same era and to watch him closely. 

Best Biriyani in town

Saturday morning. First delight lay around as long u wish. It was the first saturday of the month and we needed to do our mammoth grocery from Mani Square. So though to luch out. After few dilly dallying we decided to go Dawat e Shiraz at Mallickbazar crossing opp of the old one. Though most of the food we ordered turned out to good but the crown went to the Chicken biriyani and lassi. My long perception of Arsalan as the best biriyani in town was torned apart and I've to admit that this was the best biriyani i like. It was beautifully flavoured without the excess of ghee or dalda and the quality of the rice is amazing. A biriyani i'll remeber for a while.  

Mutton Sunday

It was raining non stop since last 3 days. Spent a rare saturday where i didn't even put a foot outside home. Apart from the waterlogging the weather was pleasant. Brought mutton from market and cooked a delicious modified version of Korma. Thr taste made my day. After a long time liked my own cooking. Now at night plan for parantha and mutton. I'm loving it. 

Jana somossya

Early morning office after quite a while. Got an escalation mail about one resource. Went to discuss and she started weeping. Awkward. Anyways when i enquired saw a big gap between her leads. Eventually everyone agreed to my view and vindicated my plan. Felt her smiling at the end of the day. 

If i can help someone to raise smile from tears i feel my work made some value. A little satisfied than the rest of the days. 

Creative

Huh! I always think of myself as someone who is intelligent and finds pleasure on anything and everything that is creative. But when I look inwards I find no creativity. Even the junior most programmer in my team who is paid a third of salary is more creative than me. He is solving a problem with skills that doesn't involve managing anyone. What am I doing..... I'm trying to create an atmosphere for him and so many like him to be more creative. But that will go unnoticed and ignored from his perspective as he will feel I'm sitting on a throne of roses which guarantees me more success than him even without using better skills than him. It's only when the same person will wear that throne will feel the shackles of it. 

Apocalypse Now

Does the name Francis Ford Coppola ring any bell? Well it took a little time for me to retrieve the reference from the my crowded brain. Then came like a flash of light 'The Godfather' and yes I remembered. Francis Coppola is the famous director of the legendary Godfather series. I was catching one of his other famous movie Apocalypse Now.

Disturbed

Don't know what is bothering me so much but I'm in pain. I'm disturbed. I'm restless. I want to run away. I'm unable to deal with the different and so many responsibilities of life and the worst part is when I look towards the horizon I see the list getting longer and longer till it can fasten its grip around my neck and breaks it. Every day is a mess except the time I spent with my love after lunchtime sitting outside and talking. I know I like that time but still when I'm there I feel to come back to my cube and do some work. The thought is purely disgusting as I don't know what I do in office these days. Then I go to play table tennis for an hour. I used to enjoy that a lot but these days it gets worse day by day. I am tired of expecting some improvement in my game and it goes in the reverse direction. In the evening I feel tired after doing nothing in the whole day. Always keep on thinking that someone else will take all the work from me from arranging my marriage to finishing the procedure of getting my apartment and all. I return home do nothing. Watch meaning less stuff till late at night and force myself to sleep. In between these disgusting routine of my life I get some time to face the better me... who looks directly into my eye and tells me that ain't gonna happen. No body's coming. It's me and only me. You gotta fight.

Both us and soldiers fight. It's just the soldiers fight more - our fight and their fight. It's difficult to get a perfect life but it's possible to make it better. The key to happiness lies in the top shelf of your body. It has the solution of all our miseries and mysteries. We just to need slow down take some time out and retrospect. We'll feel a divine light will fall on the correct path among the million paths in front of us. Don't try to make anyone happy just be selfish and make yourself happy. You can't be happy if you make someone hurt and unhappy. So your happiness will lead others around you towards the same.....

Hang on soldier..............