Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Sachin vittu pogum naal, athu, Cric-kettu pogum naal!

Cricket will have its Black day when the master leaves the field and calls it quits, but never will he leave our hearts. He will not only be remembered for his uncountable tally of runs and his mammoth number of centuries and for his contribution to the game, but for the man he was and all the delight that he brought to us by merely watching him on the field. On that day, however, Cricket will become Cricket again, for till then, Cricket was Sachin!

"It strikes me that there is a whole generation of Indian cricket fans who are, say, in their mid- or late- 20s, and recall no Indian cricket other than that dominated by Tendulkar. They will, once he goes, realize the strangeness of not having him there. They will deal with the awful vacuum. And they shall speak to the future generations of what it was like to have him around" - HT

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Oru vaasal moodi, maru vaasal veipaan. IRAIVAN.


I was travelling in the roads of Bangalore. This incident made me feel soft. I reached one of the traffic signals where a poor woman was begging for alms. When she was nearing the car next to mine, the driver, who had the window open till then, without any care whatsoever shut it, waiting for her to leave. And then opened it almost immediately when she started walking away from the car. I felt, maybe God too sometimes does the same when we ask him for something.

Oru vaasal moodi, maru vaasal veipaan. IRAIVAN. or at least we believe so.