Isnt it great to meet someone new and then you get to talk to them and then begin to like them. All involuntarily. Thats exactly what happened during the 04 day long reunion at 2/4GR. Got to meet so many new people - Officers, ladies and kids - and now it feels like I'd been knowing them for so long. Had a great time bonding with them and had hell of a time. I have so much to update about how it all went and also some really nice pics to share, but all that once the hangover is over and my head feels a bit better.
So I’d stop right here, when you come back maybe we can talk about it then. As I discontinue my text I’ll transcribe this short prose I picked up from somewhere, something I can absolutely relate with:-
LIFE is like a journey on a train,
With two fellow travellers at each window pane.
I may sit beside you all the journey through,
Or, I may sit elsewhere never knowing you.
But should fate make me to sit by your side,
Let’s be pleasant travellers-its so short a ride!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan(1989 in pak vs pak) to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.
When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to “open” the Nehruvian economy.
It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had a Sachin Tendulkar and we never will.