So you think you can tell...

Everything is "written" or so as it is said. Life has a complicated yet beautiful way of functioning in circles. Decisions or choices which are already made are thrust upon us to be re made, simply to make us believe that we are in control. Situations manifest themselves in ways such that we are made to believe that we manipulate the choice we make, in accordance with the one that is already "written", and still feel in control. Are we are the ones controlling and leading our life towards our destiny, or some external hand that is incessantly leading us down the path. If the latter is true, then how much are we in control. Who is the one who "writes" it all down and scripts it ever so brilliant to make the matrix seem non existent. "There is someone in my head but its not me". Brilliant poets have emphasized that when you don't know where you are going, any road will lead you to it in some words or others. Even to the extent that you can not change the direction of the wind, but you can change your course to suit it.

How do you reach "IT" when you do not even know where you are going. Is it a simple case of the aimless never getting lost. Would you trust the invisible force to do justice? Do we own our lives or we are just a medium through which a hidden director films a bigger picture? Can you simply hang yourselves on someone Else's words or in this case, unheard scripts?

I have felt at peace and eternal bliss when i have let the script run its course. Somehow it has felt better when i haven't tried to control things that have happened but rather enjoy them unraveling itself in front of me. I felt in sync. Sync with simplicity and easiness. "No more money, No more fancy dress, the other kingdom seemed by far the best, until it reveals the jaws of incest". Why does Jim Morrison say, he had to set us free, since we will never follow him. He knew something, the magnificent and well read poet that he was, but he couldn't tell it to us. He had been through "The doors" and often come back to leave us clues. Clues that could only help us. It was his job, as a shaman, to help the erring fools bound by material gains.

It was so vivid, lucid and omnipresent, yet unnervingly beautiful that we wouldn't have understood its cardinality. Until and unless we ourselves are the discovers, it has no meaning, no emphasis, no importance, the lesson has lost its meaning.

Jim Morrison poem.

Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is opened and the
infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd searching
here & there for teachers & friends.

The sum quote of my life

Pain heals, Chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever.

This post is not just a dialogue from the movie Replacements. It means the world to some of the people who can relate to it. Those some who have in some way or other have sacrificed a part of their lives to celebrate a Genius. Those some who are not related by blood but by passion for the ONE. Just so that it never gets lost in the mindless messages on facebook i want to keep it b"logged". Whenever the going gets tough, belief and hope are tiny rays of light escaping through cracks in rocks into the darkest caves. No amounts of eloquent words, waxing lyrics, ballads of victory can do justice to what this inspires in the men who know what the words in that post mean. It is the light of Elendil.

This is what many lived for, this is what they will tell their kids and grand kids, this is what i would want to read before i bid adieu.

A Rangers Quibbling

I can live in a tree house with just my horse than be a caretaker of a mansion and a job ...

Madmans Quotes

It becomes even more difficult to explore the unknown when you have lost the difference between known and unknown !!

Reality is a relative term.

journey to the Treasure Chest !!!

"Desire!!" It is what keeps me alive. A desire to find the Treasure Chest, based on the faith that everyone of us have a destiny to fulfill. I wander through time and ages seeking that treasure, finding intermediate clues along the journey. The journey through vast barren lands, encountering numerous treacherous peaks and varying changes of climate. Hair, color, hygiene all take a back seat as I move single minded towards the treasure chest. Upon reaching this final destination, the joy of discovering the gold, is often brindled by a lingering question, "What did I cherish most, the journey or the treasure?"
The journey made us what we are but the treasure drove us in the first place. This journey is what i will bank on for future, but will I have the same passion for the next treasure? Would the journey hold the same significance had I come to an end and realized there is no treasure chest awaiting?
Is it really fair to reveal the contents of the treasure chest to a fellow traveler who is still searching? Does he want the momentous pleasure of getting a treasure hunter badge , or does he seek the knowledge and truth that the journey offers. Who makes this decision?
This could be another intermediate clue towards my treasure.

It has to happen !!

19th Feb 2011, might just be the start of the most memorable sporting event I would have ever followed. When the clock strikes 12 here in LA, Ravi Shastri might be tossing a memorabilia coin. The gravity of occasion dawns upon me only when I become Mr. "NICE!!". Thinking forward is a road I just cannot afford to travel, because that road takes me to a day when the single most Iconic figure in my life, would never play in a One Day international. I have spent a major part of 19 years of my life celebrating and witnessing GOD himself take part in Cricket. Pleasure, pain, breakdowns, sorrow, joy, adrenalin, passion have all been part of this journey. It is a pity I missed 3 years of HIS batting, (i donot remember that time of my life.. though i cannot think of anything i could have been doing better than watching HIM bat).
There have been scratchy times when even this devoted follower was more than just losing his faith. May be i just could never digest the fact that even GOD can fail at times. I have had anger bouts just because i could never understand how GOD could fail. Even when i wanted CSK to win IPL-3, deep down i couldn't bear the thought of HIM losing.

If there is one thing in my life I am proud of, it is "quit life, watch HIM". 41/51 test centuries live -- quite an achievement. This was apparent when i spent from 3 am to 7 am in a library cell only because HE was batting and me missing even one ball, or moving from my position, or opening my crossed fingers/ toes, or drinking/eating/listening/reading would cause a flutter in the universe and distract GOD from HIS apparent hobby (batting). That day, GOD made 200 !!!


If the "millions.." and "millions.." of ROCK's fan make him the most electrifying man in sports

entertainment, think what "BILLIONS" and "BILLIONS" of GOD's fan make HIM. There are more than just a few million people who would stay awake at un-GOD-ly hours on 19th Feb, just to watch HIM. This sheer stat is enough to show the passion that one man inspires. Is it not apt that half the world stands still when GOD is busy playing !!!

HIS batting gave people hope that even super heroes existed. There could be "miracles" (when He tried bowling). That hard work and determination could lead you to achieve mind numbing achievements. That quitting in face of defeat was just not an option. That respect was earned not demanded. That fame, money and pride can go hand in hand with humility. That national pride could give a high, which no substance abuse could. If there could be a ideal human, it was HIM, but after all HE is not human, at least for me.

I am at loss of words regarding to what i would do after HE retires from cricket. I have spent all my conscious and semi-conscious years following HIM. I just donot know life without HIM. All my years are catalogs of something HE achieved that year. e.g. 1998.. i remember HIS bday (even Warne does :-) ), but i dont recall mine own. I have categorically had the best day and worst day of my life because of HIM. The retirement thought is crushing but the honor of witnessing a career of such magnitude drives me on. There is an entire generation which grew and molded themselves on HIM.

Religion might teach us to kill/ divide/ ostracise people. But my religion is sports and my heroes are not mud deities but in flesh and blood. Our GOD has united a country which has more than 1,652 dialects... in each of those dialects god means Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar !!

Madmans Scribblings

Albert Einstein Quote :
"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

Sanity is opposite of Insanity.
But Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, this is exactly what every human does.
So every human is Insane.
There is no concept of Sanity, when it doesn't exist.
There is a fine line between Insanity and Genius. Well since everyone is Insane, everyone has an equal chance of crossing "the fine line" towards Genius.

p.s. I hope it makes any iota of sense in the morning..

Madmans squibbling .. contd..

Rather than a blog, this is a short note on weird stuff going on in my brain. If rated, it could well range from ridiculous shit to Freudesque garbage.. Reading this is highly discouraged... I have listened to an hours worth of a lecture on THE DOORS, before that i had got really "better"..

What is the smallest unit of life? A collection of years, which in short is a collection of months, days, hours, minutes and seconds. The smallest unit of life is may be present or "NOW". But what do we do at "NOW", we either think of what he did before "NOW" at an earlier "NOW" or what we will do after "NOW" at a later "NOW".

So when we get to now (five seconds later... ), the moment that we thought of at an earlier "NOW", all we are doing is not the thing that we want to do now, but thinking of what we had said at a previous "NOW". There in comes the phrase, "live in the moment". If humans started doing that, it would result in chaos, confusion. That is the reason why we bank on the past and look to the future, and pee on the present. (RDB)...

Rating a day happy or sad or bad now takes a really interesting turn. When we are not concentrating on "NOW" and missing what we are doing "NOW", and not celebrating "NOW", how can we say how we felt in the last minute, which makes up the last hour, which makes up the last day, and slowly adds to life.

"Where's your will to be weird? ", Jim Morrison. Weirdness is will to live in NOW !!!

The legend of Toma-Hawk !!!

p.s. Humor lies in the head of the reader.. A little discretion when commentating will be appreciated..

Buchanaan is back.... and he couldn't be happier. Yeah in the literal sense of the word. The fog has now spread to his inner head.

There are T-7 days to the biggest event of our (all those people who spent their life in 680-622-420-651 all fateful rooms in F block) lives. It might turn out be bigger and more significant than 20-12-2012. Our tall KAANhiya's little major will see the battlefield. After millions of hours of net practice, hard work, dedication, constant nagging by JUDIpopo and Technical Improvement Sessions by SUNNYkabaap, he finally makes his Test Debut. It is a momentous occasion, something on the lines of Sachin Tendulkar making his debut.


Though Sachin made his debut at a slender of age of 17, this Master Blaster had not even realised his potential till 22. To put things in right perspective, at 17, there are chances our Kaanhiya might have not even known how to put a "grip" on his willow, least of all know that he had a "willow".

All of his net practice experience will have to be called upon when he strides on to play his first innings. This is uncharted territory for the young lad. Getting used to the pitch and bounce and seam will be crucial. The first session is crucial, keeping control of his wicket while scoring runs at a steady pace is what the experts (Arun-LALA... ) would recommend. But underestimate or predict on your own peril, since the aggressive intent might just works wonders like his hero Viru. He will be hoping to fare and cope better than his statemate Raina and "ride" the bounce.

Although there is no T20 or Odi experience to bank on, the sheer volume of the potential stands on this young mavericks side. He has seen leaps and bounds and bounced back a better person and player every time. The Toma-Hawk might have been under utilized under Punter's captaincy during the latter part of KAANhiya's career but we all know what he is capable of.

To end on a serious note, Buchanaan as usual awaits the match stats and bulletin, since this match is not telecast live, much to the chagrin of many people, not even the LIVE COMMENTARY or Cricinfo Updates..

To really end on a serious note, a century on debut or a fifer will be cherished and applauded, but even a match winning three-fer like Zak or a Laxmanesque match winning 70 odd with the "tail", will be mentioned in the annals of how-we-made-our-debut.

Well seriously being serious, Buchanaan from his heart or head or fog, will be looking forward to when KAANhiya just like the old days of first year gives him advice and leads the way. Just like cricket, Buchanaan will want KAANhiya to help him when he tries to stride for his foray. We all want to wish him the best of luck and bless him in this new phase of his life. A lifetime of happiness and success.

Just remember, "Play your natural game", this is what DADA advised Viru when he bashed and smashed NZ for his first odi century.
"Play your natural game through the PAIN", this what Buchanaan advises his VIRU !!!