Sunday, July 29, 2012

Stranger In My Own Home

As I dropped the top of that all-too-familiar black iron gate back into place this evening, I realised how fragile my sense of inner alrightness is. Within a span of a few hours this evening, I went from being at peace, to being in place, to being concerned, to being confused, to being grateful, to feeling a sense of loss, to feeling alone, to feeling like I've got to keep going before ultimately getting dragged down into the miserable dark abyss of the inconsolable. As ever, my shaking hands reached for my phone and reached out to my safe haven. Fifteen minutes later, despite much prodding and reassurance, I couldn't, for a moment, feel that silence within.

I was told everyone has days like these - days where nothing makes sense; days where you have to simply fold your hands and pray to God to bring calm again. Yet, like the wailing cat on the roof and the uncontrollable wheelspin on the car with the crocked clutch and the insidious white thread that furtively and unfailingly dragged across the foot and the income tax road that led from Ghaziabad to the middle of nowhere, there was a sense of inevitability about this - a forced sleight of the supernatural that caused my "ship of hope to capsize and be tossed upon the stormy seas". 
And as I trudged up the numerous flights of stairs back home for the fifth time today, I asked myself one biting question - How long will you keep singing this jagged, faithless song to yourself?

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Look in my eyes, what do you see?

Ask and you shall receive, "Dwayne". Phil Brooks is fast becoming the best WWE champion of our lifetime.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Much Respect and a Little Despair

Very very impressed with South Africa's decision to call time on their first innings at The Oval on 2/637 with Jacques Kallis eighteen short of a double hundred. Brings home once again how the attempt to win a cricket match should always be far more important than an individual milestone. I'm sure an Indian captain denying Sachin Tendulkar a double hundred would've been vilified by the "fans"; hell, I'm sure there are still those who haven't forgiven Rahul Dravid for declaring in Pakistan when Tendulkar was six short of a double hundred. End of daily quota of Sachin hating.

Is someone as monotonously average as Hashim Amla really possibly the best Test batsman in the world? Has the balance between batting and bowling in cricket really swung so far in favour of batting that one of the best bowling attacks in the world has been neutered to such a pitiable extent in supposedly helpful English conditions? 

Saturday, July 14, 2012

The Tradition

GB, VM - Fantastic news, boys - I'm absolutely thrilled! I don't know what specific place became "your place" during the B.C.L. rollercoaster (mine was L-19/L-20 of the Graduate Reading Room in the Law Bod basement) but think back to all the hours spent there over the course of the past year and you'll start to realise exactly what this means. It's an achievement that is as intensely personal as anything you will ever experience and all I can say is that it couldn't have happened to people who deserved it more. :-) 

Monday, July 09, 2012

The Greatest Man That Ever Lived

CM Punk may fancy himself as the "Best in the World" but there is only one man who is fully deserving of the title of "The Greatest Man That Ever Lived".

Austin Aries, you have astonished me once again. TNA Heavyweight Champion of the World. Go on, son - Ric Flair mantle as the greatest of all time is there for the taking.

Saturday, July 07, 2012

The Empty House - II

Icky feet, aloo paranthas before 10pm, women's golf and men's tennis, Bhutanese curiosities, why international calls don't get charged per second, the gap between not caring and pliability, girls who like boys who like girls and why, the impending denouement of the Buffy era, weight-loss competitions at work, the dog leash, a friend of a friend of a job interviewee, being in the same places and what it means, a night in and out of consciousness lost in the darkness and the sound of the Oxford drizzle to go with the sight of morning light through a door left ajar in the middle distance.  

But somehow, all we could think of was what AJ will do when she's special guest referee at Money in the Bank

Yes! Yes! Yes! :-)

I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.

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I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.

IHTRTRS ke pichle episode mein aapne dekha...


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