Weekend on an Island - Part I - Journey Begins

I’m just living, man and in a while would be just there, in that moment, in that special place and time. By the deep sea where silence pours into my heart, I love not madness of the man less, but naive of the nature more and more. Maybe when I get back, I would pen down about the vast abysses of time and space finding myself through the crevices of my own world!

This began with a splendid weekend spent on an isolated and deserted Pirotan Island situated near Jamnagar. Planning was in place from almost a month and my gang had forgotten me to include. But somehow after few stints things went smoothly and my name was added later on the permit to enter the Pirotan Islands issued by the Forest Department. I had to attend the ring ceremony of one of my friends before catching the train which had a scheduled departure of 19.25hrs from the boarding station. I was very involved with some of my old school mates to whom I was meeting after years and had almost forgot the clock ticking on its time. I had to rush hurriedly in the mad traffic of Ahmedabad. Even though I was speeding rashly, I still missed the train from the boarding station. I was bit anxious to miss out the train and looking for more help as even auto rickshaws were not ready to drop me at the Ahmedabad Junction. As usual everything was working against my favor. Somehow one old auto rickshaw driver was ready to drop me at the Ahmedabad Junction. I was badly stuck en route. It was peak hours and roads were jammed with two wheelers honking and the people busy enough to move away to attend their conking rings of the cell phone. I was holding onto my nerves. I reached the Ahmedabad Junction at around 20.03hrs and scheduled departure was of 20.05 hrs. Train was late by one minute and it would take 5 min from the entrance gate to catch the train which was moving from platform #5. I was on the over pass railway bridge and train had already started moving, while just running as fast as I could make my way pushing and dragging my self through the rushing crowd. Finally, somehow I managed to get on the last bogey of the train. I was traveling alone in the train and rest of the group in another as they were being fooled at the end moment on the Baroda railway station. They got their tickets booked through an agent and where not aware till the end moment by which train they were supposed to travel. They had left almost an hour (though train was running late by an hour) before my train had left. Anyhow I happened to meet them at Hapa station at around 02.30hrs, just a station before our destination and as my train was on time theirs had to halt to let go the train running on time. Finally we reached at Jamnagar at around 02.45hr and had our early morning snacks and tea and coffee!

Cyclone Phyan

Sudden coolness in the breeze with the post monsoon drizzle, for sure it should have been winter, but these are just the pre effects of Cyclone Phyan! Even though some worse is going to befall, few places would be ransacked by tomorrow morning when Phyan would hit the coast of South Gujarat and Maharashtra, everyone out here is enjoying the sudden change of the environment. It has effectuated everyone at ease and make 'em laze around. I'm just sitting opposite to a window in my office feeling the coolness of the breeze on my face. Absolutely not willing to work and just indulging myself into nothingness, which I often enjoy these days with low workload. I'm enjoying the same state of silence that usually bewilders before the storm with heavy workload in pipeline for the upcoming days. Here I move downstairs for cuppa coffee and some pakodas with a stroll in the brisk windy weather and drizzles of autumn rain!!

P.S. Siddhartha just popped up in my mind as he's in Mumbai visiting a vendor. Hope he has a nice and trouble free travel back to Ahmedabad.

Terrific Tendulkar

Still at the age of 36 with a prolonged career of 20 years into the highest level of International cricket the little master blaster is completely unmoved from his basic instincts. Yesterday's ton against Australia at Hyderabad once again testified the passion and dedication of Sachin Tendulkar. Scoring 175 of 141 balls was an impeccable and phenomenal performance by the little master. The rampant 175 by Sachin recalls the reminiscence of two consecutive tons against Australia in 1997-98 Sharjah series. The way he send the ball out of the park hitting high over the head of Hauritz mesmerized the Sixes he scored against the legend leggie Warnie. The brilliant pull shot over the mid-wicket smashing the ball over the boundary reminded one of the biggest six hit in an ODI to Andrew Caddick of England in the World Cup of 2003. But still this great knock by the little master couldn't bring victory to the Indian team. Though team India was so near yet so far from the win as they continued with their legacy of snatching the defeat from the jaws of victory once again by losing the game with a very close margin of 3 runs.

Ravindra Jadeja who didn't learnt from the mistake of the last match at Mohali proved himself a culprit for the consecutive second time. He threw away his wicket in Mohali and made the mockery of the situation. His poor temperament showed the lack in his mental ability to cope up with the pressure at the do or die stage. This also doesn't justify his place in the Indian team while neglecting the presence of Yusuf Pathan who blossoms in situations like this and is handy in the spin bowling too.

It happens rarely where Man of the Match award is given to a player of the side losing. Despite of India's loss Sachin was awarded the Man of the Match and was not at all appeased. The disappointment was clearly seen in his dejected eyes, body language and speech. When he was asked what keeps him motivated; the genius, down to earth and humble person had few simple words to say "It's passion, I care about playing for India and I have been absoloutely honoured to play for India for 20 years."

Go Away!

Go away gal

Don't make me fall

I ain't gonna crawl

And stop your stupid brawl

Lemme be a solitary loon

Like an ox-cart driver in a monsoon

Don't hang me in your heart like a decorative festoon

Lemme have my own fate and fortune

As your footprints tarnish so very soon!!!

Nostalgic

It's early morning walk in the brisk weather

Around the lake as we stroll together

Birds flocking of the same feather

Feeling the coolness of the breeze

which makes our breathe freeze

To be followed with birds chirping and tweeting

with some of 'em coughing and sneezing

To make or break is entirely your say

As things are balanced both the ways

All I can mesmerize "is let the winters stay

As little I want to Play"

P.S. These are nostalgic notions that awaken forgotten memories and inspire dreams . Hope I could turn back the tick-tock clock and once again cherish and nourish those carefree days...!!!

@Statistics

I was just wondering how statistics could be co-related with the bikini's and I came across something which tumbled and made me rolling on floor laughing...

"Statistics are like bikinis. What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital"... LOL what a co-relation has been developed, hope I had learnt this and could have done much better with the Probability and Statistics.... :P

Out of the running race

Down there sitting on an aisle

Completely dark and so much surreal

Was so much gloom and yet so colourful

I moved on and found a face

of whom i had no trace.....

it was full of charm and grace

my heart started tumbling and rolling

like been thrown out of the race..!!!