If India lose 4-0 against England..
… I won’t be surprised if BJP tags this loss as the failure of UPA government. Someone, mostly Gadkari, might go so far to claim that there is a big conspiracy behind the loss. UPA planned and executed the loss just to divert “aam aadmi’s” attention away from the zillions of unearthing scams.
UPA on the other hand will appoint a committee to look into the loss and give out the steps to be followed, “Committee will come up with the report which will go to PAC that will come to parliament where it will be discussed over and, if any irregularities found, will be open for discussion on action to be taken, followed by the actual action to be taken, given it is decided that another committee need not be formed to investigate the report submitted by the first committee.”
Diggy Singh would suddenly wake up and blurt out “Right-wing Hindu organisation RSS has to be behind this. I have evidence and can prove if I am asked to.” No one will ask him to stop spreading his bloody verbal dysentery and he will happily go back to sleep.
Manish Tiwari, if asked for comment or if isn’t either, will go on and on with his heavy words artillery and pose another hundred questions at the end of which the initial question will remain unanswered.
Well cricket fans will burn few effigies and wait for the next tour/series/gully challenge trophy where India will play again as favorites.
BCCI will plan another tour (2 tests, 3 ODIs, 2 T20s) against Zimbabwe accepting their offer to pay the money won through win against Bangladesh in return.
New breed cricketers will continue their wait for IPL and play the international matches as practice sessions for IPL.
And Manmohan Singh? “Lammmbiiii khaaamoooshhiiii”.
Uniting the divided nation, at least by name.
We, the people of India; the divided people of India.
We are divided by states. We are divided by religion. We are divided by language. We are divided by accent. We are divided by names. We are divided by color.
We are divided by views we hold. We are divided by acts we preach.
We are divided by who we follow. We are divided by who we don’t.
We are divided by what we own. We are divided by what we don’t.
We are divided even by one’s own identity.
So divided we are. We, the people of India. Yes, we are the nation of a billion divided identities.
Least we can do to make ourselves feel better is name this nation “United States of India”. “United” we would be then, at least by name.
It’s so easy to feel lost in a flock. What makes you comfortable, makes your heart feel at ease is the thought that the shepherd recognizes you, can identify you as a separate identity.
Not all that are part of a flock are this lucky.
Source: MSN
Another day, another change
Another day, when things did not go as planned. Things worked out well, almost, but did not go to plan. Nothing happened as I thought it should, but I did not complain because it did not affect me negatively. I consoled my mind “all is well”.
Though it did not end the way it should have. I knew something needs to change. And the change is brought. Vague, but truth. Isn’t that how the truth is most often?
If a great musician plays great music but no one hears, was he really any good?
Interesting read this about an experiment involving Joshua Bell. You feel for him when we says this:
With “Chaconne,” the opening is filled with a building sense of awe. That kept him busy for a while. Eventually, though, he began to steal a sidelong glance.
“It was a strange feeling, that people were actually, ah …”
The word doesn’t come easily.
“… ignoring me.”
What is even more puzzling though is this thought from Mark Leithauser.
“Let’s say I took one of our more abstract masterpieces, say an Ellsworth Kelly, and removed it from its frame, marched it down the 52 steps that people walk up to get to the National Gallery, past the giant columns, and brought it into a restaurant. It’s a $5 million painting. And it’s one of those restaurants where there are pieces of original art for sale, by some industrious kids from the Corcoran School, and I hang that Kelly on the wall with a price tag of $150. No one is going to notice it. An art curator might look up and say: ‘Hey, that looks a little like an Ellsworth Kelly. Please pass the salt.’”
So life-less we have become. Or were we always like this?
Change changes everything!
Change is important. Change is inevitable. But if not, it has to be forced. Change is one thing I plan to undergo every time there is nothing happening around.
Change the way I commute to office. Change the route I use. Change the time I travel. Change the schedule at office. Change the schedule at home. Change the services I use. Change the products I use. I.e. Change everything that’s changeable.
Change something. Change at least one thing. Because that cascades down one’s life to change everything. And this change is important. It freshens one up. It pushes one out of his comfort zone. Rather it just doesn’t allow him to enter a comfort zone; a zone of mechanical activeness.
