Not so long ago, was I left to glancing through some of the photographs taken by one of my seniors during her days in college. And seeing all those reminded me of some real hard facts about life.
Firstly what comes into my mind was their sense of connect,2-3 years into their graduation year. I wonder if anyone will ever be connected with me, apart from the ones whom I ain’t leaving aside. And today when I look back at those flicks, I have this big bad feeling that we all suck in whatever we have done thus far.
I try to recollect moments of glory which I thought,might never go off my head and it is then I understand of the sheer lack of it. Every one of the 80 odd people in class had their own 6-7 with whom they were all dilly-dally and that was all about it. And then there are the rest of them who think that all this is just passe.
And as I delve more into this, there is an understanding that comes in which drives this fact that we were and still are a bunch of heterogeneous clowns trying to carve a niche for our existence, by ways and means of mere opportunism and the lack of credibility in relationships. All this from yours truly,who used to laugh when his dad used to tell him that this generation had simply lost it!
“Then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink”
Great people talk about ideas. Average people talk about things. Small people talk about other people” :-p
flicked quite shamelessly from a dear friend, Esther Evelyn.
I seemed too good to go wrong with my intuitions on people around me.And that was until you happened.
Thus ends the famed “African Safari” for the men in blue. And its been largely good. A fighting comeback to level the test matches after the blood bath at Supersport Park,notching up 2 wins in the One dayers (even though we eventually lost the series!) and clinching the only T20I was in all respects,a better bargain that what was expected of them.
More importantly, cricket was the winner with some edge-of-the-seat thrillers, a slam bang Yusuf Pathan and some much improved Indian bowling. Morkel was the pick of the bowlers undoubtedly,though Munaf and Zaheer played exceedingly well.Amla lived up to his credentials and so did Kallis for the home side.The real surprise package for the visitors being Virat Kohli and Yusuf Pathan, both of whom look certain for a place in the eleven for the World Cup.
Yuvraj Singh can look forward to running his dad’s petrol bunk, since he was nothing short of a disaster and so was Murali Vijay, the IPL Superman.Maybe they could team up with Micheal Clarke and Paul Collingwood,whose heads are bound to roll soon enough.
One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.
Khalil Gibran (via bookwormshaven)