Thing, Nothing and Everything

         Today, a Monday; was a real Lazy one. Workplace was practically dead and everything was happening equally slow. Like a sudden shower in mid summer, my boss tosses in the most unusual words to be spoken on a Monday, "you may leave early today, if you wish to". I contain my excitement, finish the remainder of the work and pack up for the day. 

             As I ride home, I keep thinking of what all should I be doing with this extra time on hand, without knowing what exactly should I do. In the mean time, I come to a halt at a particular traffic signal,- my usual way home and by default I look to the left where one of my city's oldest Basketball Court lay. Each day as I pass through the same route, I see many people playing and every single day by heart pounds saying 'wish I was there'. Firstly, blame it on my injured knee and secondly my new busy schedule had kept me off the game. But today, the court was empty. And I decide without a second thought, ''let me grab my kicks and the ball to get back to basics''. 

            In the next 30 mins, I'm on the court with energy levels at an all time high. Like usual, I keep shooting randomly, laying a few shots; to warm myself up. Post surgery and through the ongoing rehab, I did hit the court a couple of times, purely based on the acquired skill, experience and confidence of the past, but never for a proper session of practicing or learning new moves. Today, I consciously decided and tell myself, "from today, I shall get back to the basics one step at a time and again reach out to the top". Having said that to myself, I start doing very basic ball handling drills. Being a baller who's game is definitely not holding the ball for a considerable period of time, I do real good on those first set of drills. With a feeling of accomplishment,  I move to the next level of drills and it's here that I had seen where I actually stand. The moves that I had previously done with lightening speed, is now at a snail's pace. Reflexes have gone from quick to blank. Like these, one after the other I tend to pick up all of my negatives and these kept bottling up my head, ready to erupt and it did. Yes, I was trying a set of moves whose objective is switching the hands over the ball and I fail. Result- I kick the ball into nowhere. 

          And then, I pause staring into oblivion. I have just done something which I had never ever done earlier. Right from the days that I was taught playing ball,  was always told and I did it sincerely- to respect your fellow player, the court and the equipment. I had just broken the strong principle that shaped me up as a formidable  athlete through the years. There I was at rock bottom, filled with frustration. I take a deep breath and like a ray of light in pitch darkness, I recollected the other principle which I had not really put into practice after the injury-  'Fitness is a journey, not a destination and acquired skill will always be there, but will need regular tune ups.

            I take a break and walk over the court in contemplation. ''I WAS quick, I WAS Strong, I JUMPED high, I ENDURED long hours of play''; whatever I figured out, was only in the past tense and nothing in the present. And then one and only one thing that was always part of me as a whole, enlightened me- my Stubbornness. It was only this quality of mine that took me miles ahead of others both on and off the court. ''This is it'', I commanded my self and quickly grabbed the ball and almost instantly I recollect a very valuable shooting tip my senior gave me in the morning. I start firing one after the other- 3's, inside the paint, off the board and I miss most of them. "What's that stopping me from scoring a basket?", I ask myself and keep on firing, tweaking my technique step by step, this time I do make a few but not as clean as supposed to be. Now, I say one Thing* to myself after which, I hear only one thing- Swoosh, Swoosh, and Swoosh. As this rhythm is going on and on for quite sometime,  I am interrupted by two acquaintances as they walk in and ask for a game of 21 and we start playing without any delay. The quicker dude  get's past me more than thrice (which again in the PAST, a playmaker would have to sweat out a pool to get past me, leave alone scoring a basket) and I say yet another Thing* to myself after which,  he does goes past me like usual but at the end of which I'm left with the ball turned over by him.

            What's the Thing* that kept me rolling? Even after I return home and analyze the- Thing*, I feel that it holds good for anyone to play a good game of basketball; and I put it like this-

"While on the Offensive, let there be NOTHING between YOU and the hoop,

 While on the Defensive, YOU are EVERYTHING between him and the hoop".

                                                                                                               -Kamal

p.s. On a literal note, I hope this was never said by anyone and I did not even dare try to search the web for similar quotes. I choose to leave the comparisons to my fellow baller's who read this and I shall end this by thinking that even if it does match with some one had said earlier; well, there goes the popular phrase "like minds think alike".

The Beauty & The Beast

The Beauty & the Beast

The lady is a brilliant cut diamond, while the man is of crude steel. She's a princess with utmost élan, while he's a brute with a child's heart. While she epitomizes grace, he's a paradigm of chaos. If she's got a voice that's gonna make honey sour, he's got one that's gonna bleed ears!!! Such where the difference in their personalities, akin to a deep valley between two peaks. Yet, Mother Nature had a different plan for them. She made a little stream of water flow through the valley and it flowed there without drying up, bearing all the elements. Then the little stream turned into a river and then slowly started to fill up the valley and the two peaks started to feel not too far away. Mother Nature was so delighted that she totally immersed the peaks with final gush and making it into one peaceful ocean.

I am personally so overwhelmed by this union that I already ponder about what plan is Mother Nature has in store for me. All through the time I've known this man, though I've really pulled his leg in the above analogy, is one of the coolest personalities to have come across. Ever-ready to help without thinking twice and never ready to say 'no'. And it's only through this man I've been introduced to the woman as his love, I got to see the uniqueness of each personality. Always heard, but never seen when people said "unlike poles attract", until these two came together under Vedic Mantras and most importantly blessed by the people who gave them life.

Going back to my analogy, the ocean too has it's own storms. A tempest on the surface churns up the bottom of surface too, where all that has been settled down for ages comes up to the surface. But once the storm subsides everything becomes pristine, as usual. So you two are no longer two, so you've got to believe in each other that even the fiercest of storms will finally calm down.

So, I wish you guys your married life is filled with eternal bliss all over......... and now that I've taken such an effort to make this for you, wish that I too will find my own soon ;-)

A Letter to The Joker.

To

The Joker,

Inmate no.18072008

Arkham Asylum,

Gotham City.

Joker Sir,

I would like to introduce myself as a self-declared the greatest admirer of you- The Ace of Chaos. You are the purest form of insanity the world has ever seen. Your very presence has an aura of malice, sending down chills through every mortal's spine. Without the slightest doubt you were, are and will only be The Batman’s true nemesis. And I solemnly desire your return to the streets of Gotham City.

Unlike the other lesser psychopaths, you are 100% sinister; truly making you a ‘Better class of Criminal’. Your principles too are so simple, wherein we can’t make them even simpler. For example(s), “Whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you----stranger”, “If you’re good at something, never do it for free”, "Why don't we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches? And then we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really is?", "I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it"; all these quotes of yours’ should be in the rulebooks of every School of Criminality.

You might begin to think that what is the purpose of an unknown mortal like me making this effort to praise you? Am I getting ready to rob a bank? Am I pledging to clean the streets of the ‘Rule Makers’? Do I have an archrival that has to be brought down? NO. Ever since I was a little child, I’ve been watching so many heroes and an equal number of villains all along. With each period I changed from one hero to another trying to emulate them. But, only until I saw YOU. All these years the society has become so forsaken that it was drilled into every mortal’s mind that heroes only win. Or rather it really did not have a ‘True class of Criminal’, to whom The Dark Knight had- fallen. With just one move of yours, all of my previous heroes have been swept clean from my mind. Simply because of your true sense of falsehood.

I intend to see, observe, learn and practice all your doings in my own life not to the extent of your capacity, but only up to the very thoughts of people I'm living with. I do not have the guts to rip of the guts of a fellow mortal, but yes I shall learn to remove the guts of their thoughts. Like in your own words, "Madness is like gravity, all it needs is a lil' push" I shall push my madness of breaking away from the normalcy in achieving my goals. What I actually mean by that is, I shall pursue my interests with the same insanity like you did, minus the blood shed.

Postscript- A few mortals from the Indian Cinema are trying to Duplicate you. One Rahul Dev tried it in a Telugu movie and another known as Vivek Oberoi is trying for an upcoming Hindi flick. I request you to contact your colleagues and put an end to these wannabes, because you are the only one, an Immortal.

Pondering on Chance-Choice

A little argument over breakfast made me come up with this post. I guess out of nowhere, I found some clarity in my thought. Though I had been a guy who believes in himself, yet never got a clear definition of myself of why exactly I do it. What I am trying to say is:

You've got only one life and it's only your choice of how you chose to live through it. Chose your choice with great attention, because:

1) Since you've got only one life with too many choices, but very limited chances. So, you can't waste a valuable chance in making a wrong choice.

2) And no matter what choice you've made, live by it. Day-in, Day-out, from the brightest to the darkest of days. If you can't do it, you've already started to waste your greatest of all chances- Life itself. Ratan Tata's quote might clearly explain what I mean, "I don't believe in taking right decisions; I take decisions and make them right"

Personally, this has been a very trying time for me in all aspects of my life. And human nature- if nothing goes right, you start to doubt your beliefs. The same thing is happening to me. Yet, I do not give up. But, the mind you see, plays a big game with simple but very effective strategies. It starts to shake the very foundations you're standing on. I guess it's a test. How would you know if something is strong? And even though it was proved that something was strong in the past, will it have the same strength now???? And the severity of the test is directly proportional to the strength. Also, now is the time to perform, with whatever you have. It's simply the oldest test known to humankind : Survival of the fittest, of not only body and mind but more importantly The Spirit.

Life, has just begun ;-)

'The Tie'

Today the tie I was wearing looked really cool in the mirror but was feeling very uncomfortable. I kept wondering why I felt so unusual so I remove it and put it back on, this time into my 'favorite' knot- the windsor. But this time, it's kinda suffocating. I look back into the mirror, my fingers run easily through the collar not showing any signs of a tight fit, but still feels suffocated.

Personally, not a kind of person who'll spend not more than 5 mins by the mirror, I end up spending 15. I go all the way changing both the shirt and the tie, but the feeling becomes too intensified. Totally fed up, I leave the mirror in disgust and suddenly my eyes fall on the dark shadow cast by the bright light. It's only then I realize what's happening. Instead of the tie hanging by me, I see it the other way round. The tie I thought is not a tie, but a noose. Destiny acts as the hangman, who's tightening the noose with his 'favorite' knot. And I'm standing, on the gallows of uncertainty.

The hangman walks up to me and whispers, "There is no escape from me, farther you run the noose is tightened not by me, but you yourself. But if you stand strong and hang in tough, the 'Uncertain' Gallows can hold only for a little time, before it will collapse and you can walk free".

Battered.

Battered. Top, down, left, right and center. Inside out. Physically and more so mentally. Personally and professionally. Fate looks into my eye and roars a demonic laughter. All that I'm gonna do is- Smile Back, as I've been busy sharpening my claws, to Claw Back.

Introspection- Shaken but not Broken.

A Chapter

My best friend always said that our life is a book and that different phases of our life are just like the various chapters in a book. The cover of the book is named ‘life’ and is the same for each one of us, but only the chapters are rearranged; as each one of us pass through the same things, but at a different period of time. And now, I shall read out to you one such chapter from my book. For me, the present chapter had been filled with a lot of turmoil. As I read (experienced) each word (minute) in this chapter (phase of life), there had been a great unrest in my mind and I had to read all of it not knowing what’s in store in the coming pages (days). I did not expect that there would be any peace or happiness in these pages, but arrive it did, in a little sub chapter- as a pleasant surprise. Suddenly, though in deep turmoil, my body and mind had been filled with renewed strength and courage. And as I read each word from those pages, my heart was filled with unconditional bliss. To make it simple, it was something like, after a couple of years of being dead, I was born again.

But, the fact is that Mother Nature’s rules can never be broken. And one such rule is- what goes up must come down. Similarly, the chapter too is coming to an end. I try to slow down thinking that it would take sometime to finish, but I fool myself. Because even though I read slow, the words will not continue to build by themselves and provide an extension to the chapter. As the end nears, a big bold ‘full stop’ stares at me. Deterred I am, but unmindful of the end, I pause and go back to the beginning of this sub-chapter and start reading it all over again. Each time I re-read, the blood in my veins is rejuvenated, the heart beats with increased intensity and Goosebumps follow naturally. But as each time I do this, my heart says to me, “Kamal, don’t forget the ‘Full Stop’ as eventually, you’ll hit on it”. Then, I silently wish to myself-“if only this book of mine had even more chapters of this peace & bliss”.

“Do I really take this as an end ? Are there or will not there be anymore full-fledged chapters of this ‘Intense, Little, Beautiful sub-chapter ??” these are the questions that I ask to myself as I continue reading through from where I’ve paused from and wait to see how hard will I hit onto the ‘Big Bold Full Stop’.

Last but not the least, this chapter was the main reason of making me do something, which I’ve not done in a long time - Steal, that too right from God’s own abode. And previously I had only one reason to not leave my homeland and I just realized that now, I have not one, but two. And yes, given a chance, I would Steal yet again, this time it would be the beautiful chapter itself !!!!!