From Anger to Sadness

The moment I opened the Facebook and saw three players caught in spot-fixing made the cricket fan in me angry; I just couldn’t control it and I went on a roll on fb updating status and going through various media reports, only to make me angrier. A few days later the anger has transpired to sadness.

One could understand non-capped players getting involved in spot-fixing, but why would a talent who didn’t know its worth take a million rupees to bowl a few bad deliveries deliberately ? Someone who has been part of two World Cup winning XI, should have ideally never fallen into the greed trap.

Every players who plays in IPL has the opportunity to make millions through just playing pure cricket. As a panelist in Timesnow rightly pointed out , a true cricket fan will take , love  and sex involved in the cricket’s richest league, but not dokha.

May be dhoka was always part of IPL cricket. When India’s captain took over 15 runs in IPL in the third edition against Kings XI, to enter the semi finals we suspected it, but then we believed he could take over 20 in a over if required because he has the skills. When an Indian bowler bowled a no ball to gift CSK a win, we thought it was because of pressure even when it was very clear as the batsman was celebrating the moment he hit the bowl.

All we hope is that the cricket be played in the right spirit, matches may not be fixed but an over fixed in the shorter format is equal to fixing the whole tournament.

Never Fight Corruption!!!

I pity Ganesh who had to resign over household issues
I pity the CM for not listening to a woman’s plea
I pity the Chief Whip to have brought this issue to the media
I pity the source who published images of the brutal home assault on a minister
I pity the media for not supporting an able  minister
I pity the media for making a minister look worse than a laughing stock
I pity the police who didn’t file an FIR on time
I pity Ganesh’s father who doesn’t miss a chance to dethrone his child
I pity the opposition who makes fuses over personal matters
I pity the system which gives youth the wrong message
I pity the public for following the news everyday
I pity myself for even writing this!!!!

Never fight corruption, because the world will turn against you!!!

 

The Sound of God

The water was flowing rapidly, the knife was staring at me, and I could see my weary face yelling to end this quickly. I took the knife, I wanted to cry, but my tear glands refused even the tiniest of drops. Memories started flashing in front of me.

I had spent four years in Chennai, bearing the heat of the city I kept learning the formula and shortcuts to crack the countries premier and hardest test, JEEE, I didn’t make in the list when the results were announced. I wasn’t disappointed. I decided to continue my vigil for another year.

I came home and saw my mother after almost a year, she was in tears to see me, I had lost weight and my eyes revealed that I haven’t slept for days. I told my decision, my parents were supportive. I decided to continue studies without joining any coaching centers; I had 100 of books which I had collected over the years to practice.

I followed the routine that I had practiced over the years in Chennai which now became a habit, I would wake up at four everyday even if I wanted to sleep more, I would open the books and go through each problems which I would have already practiced a 100 times, the only difference I had at home was my mothers home made food, my dad used to work out of town, I would meet him once in a week. Even that was out of the question as he would be busy visiting his friends and relatives and with Church activities..

Days and months passed away, my routine hardly changed, I would go to church once or twice a month to attend the Holy Mass, there were no common faces to see which kept me away from Church as well.

The day arrived, I was well prepared for the exams, I recalled all the important formula and theorems, I could see the equation right in front of me when I wanted to. Exam went well. It was Passion Week, mother asked me to attend the Passion Week services, I attended the services everyday, but my mind was wandering around the corners of IIT Kanpur, the green lawns, the fountains, the city, the railway station.

The result day, I went to the nearest internet café as there was no electricity at home, I checked the list, shivers ran through my entire body, my roll no was missing. I checked again and again only to hammer down the nail stuck in my heart.

Images vanished; the bathroom was now filled with gallons of water, the knife still staring. There was no one at home. It was a weekday, mother had gone out to buy things for home, and I hadn’t told her about the day of result as I wanted to give my parents the happy news of me getting into IIT. I drew the knife closer to my left hand, my right hand shivering.  Suddenly I heard a sound, “…..IIT results announced doesn’t reflect the complete list due to server error; students are advised to check again”.It was the Television.

Social #Entrepreneurship

For years many friends in my college has wondered what is Rittu and KP up to ? This might not be a surprise to many who believed we would do something different from others.

I met KP last week when he was looking for a core team member, I joined in immediately, I am as excited as he is! We are going to be Social Entrepreneurs soon.

We are keeping the details to ourselves for now, but you will come to know in the months to come.  We can give you guys a clue,  we are starting an organization to continue the activities we did in NCC!!!

P.S :  KP is still an adventurer, I am working in Harrisons Malayalam Limited!!!

The Face.

I was lost in the woods, unable to find my destination. I decided to walk towards the light. Towards the rising sun.

I could hear all sorts of sounds; birds twittering, frogs croaking, twigs snapping and sounds I couldn’t recognize. I look up and notice birds leaving their nests. Probably to find food for themselves and their offspring.

Winding Road

Was I taking the right road? I could feel faith leaving me. I take a turn and I meet a figure taller than me, I could barely see his face, his head was covered with a hood made of animal skin. I ask him for the way, he tells me to go straight ahead. I keep walking on only to find more miles added on to my path. But was it mine?

I see a woman slowly approaching her prey. Closing in for the kill. Feral. I call out to her. Freeze, turn, snarling and curses at me. I cost her a meal. Unaffected, I ask her about the way forward. She throws her head back, lustrous long hair falling down and tells me to take another path. The current one just won’t do.

The new path takes me deeper into the woods; I hear frightening noises and see shady shadows hidden right behind every leaf. I start running forward but only to fall into a ditch. I couldn’t remember for how long was I in the ditch. Presently, a man helps me out. He asks me to go back the way I had come. I do as he asks. I find open ground. Thirsty. I find a pond with a moon in it.

A dirty and bloodied face stare back at me as I bend down to drink from the pond. Startled, I fall back. Heart pounding. I approach the face in the pond. Or was it the moon? I see his mouth forming words and my ears recreating them, “Why take the road travelled by others. Find yours”.

I hear someone call my name. The misty dreams fades and reality takes shape. I desperately try to snatch back my fast fading dream. It escapes my memory’s feeble efforts. But I remember one thing and one thing only. The face in the pond right next to the moon.

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Written by me!
Edited by Casey Nestor Fernandez
To read the previous version visit : The Right Path