Doc has finally given a thumbs up! The knee is just fine.
Time to open THE can. (Wouldn't be happier opening a Moyet Grand Champagne!). Heavenly grass, clear blue skies, newly strung sheep gut and wonderfully beatable opponents at the other side of the net!
The perfect day for a perfect game. Off I go!
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
ISB Diaries - The Offer
26 days to the time when i will enter the hallowed portals of ISB.
The sense of achievement was profound when i stood on the pathways outside the 90 MG office of Standard Chartered Bank and broke the news to my parents and some of my closest friends. I read the holy mail a zillion times before coming to terms with it. Yes i have made it to the school of my dreams. I did not know whether the happiness emanating from the thought of resigning from the dreary corporate banking role was greater or the admission itself.
It was like getting it all in one shot. The agony of always going to the number 2 school on my list throughout my life was up in the smoke. At 23, I would be one of the youngest ever to make it to the school. All while my counterparts just out of DSchools of the world are fumbling to gather "quality" work ex to become eligible to apply to this school. Aah sweet revenge!
Meanwhile another challenge on the horizon is to survive ISB. Do I have any game plan? Not yet. All I know is that it's going to be one hell of a match.
The sense of achievement was profound when i stood on the pathways outside the 90 MG office of Standard Chartered Bank and broke the news to my parents and some of my closest friends. I read the holy mail a zillion times before coming to terms with it. Yes i have made it to the school of my dreams. I did not know whether the happiness emanating from the thought of resigning from the dreary corporate banking role was greater or the admission itself.
It was like getting it all in one shot. The agony of always going to the number 2 school on my list throughout my life was up in the smoke. At 23, I would be one of the youngest ever to make it to the school. All while my counterparts just out of DSchools of the world are fumbling to gather "quality" work ex to become eligible to apply to this school. Aah sweet revenge!
Meanwhile another challenge on the horizon is to survive ISB. Do I have any game plan? Not yet. All I know is that it's going to be one hell of a match.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
MUMBAI (PART 1)
And she never saw the the daylight again.....
No, this is not the tragic ending of one of those ubiquitous stories. This is what i have been going through since i landed up in Mumbai.
I come from a place where umbrellas are meant for protection against sunlight. Monsoon is an eagerly awaited, hardly encountered phenomenan. And when the rains do come, the entire city takes an off. Work is forgotten, school is bunked, household chores are abandoned and families venture out for elaborate picnics.
Two weeks in Mumbai have completely changed my concept of monsoons.
The red umberella has now found a permanent place in my life. Sunglasses have made a silent retreat.
Fungus has become an unbeatable enemy. Plastic ,my greatest ally.
Weather prediction has become an obsessive passion, wading through the streets, the greatest sport.
It amazes me that how easily and conveniently rains have become a part of my natural habitat and i no longer gasp when i look out of my window.
But all this aside, a resounding irony exists.
"Water water everywhere, nor any drop to drink"
-Rime of the Ancient Mariner
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Yes. Though i am adjusting myself to this abundance of water in my life, there is an acute water shortage in my building.
Way to go BMC..!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
THE BREAK UP
This is the end.
Today, after 5 years of going steady with you, i have decided to call it off.
Don't think that just because you are going through a low phase, i am chickening out. I don't mind you losing to him , be it ocassionally or often. It wouldn't have mattered if i could have atleast seen you fighting it out, like the warrior you used to be, that i so aesthetically worshipped and loved. Last time you did it, i thought i should give you another chance. Probably it was one of those bad days. You are human afterall. But this time you have left me ashamed and shattered. I can't go on defending you in front of this world forever. Especially now that i have myself started doubting you.
What happens to you when you see him? Why do you suddenly become this docile lamb ? Your legs stop moving , your face turns white and your body starts betraying fear. FEAR. That is something i never thought could overpower you. You know when i saw you for the first time , what pulled me towards you? Your eyes. They exuded fearlessness, a promise to bring the world to me. I knew you were the one. And soon the roller coaster ride began.
I can't deny that you have given me the best moments of my life. And i couldn't have loved you more for it. Those round the world trips with you were sheer adrenaline. France, Australia, England, America. I couldn't have asked for more. You kept all your promises, fulfilled all my desires. I couldn't have been more proud of you.
It wouldn't have mattered if he was actually better than you. But he is NOT. And this is my problem. People often say 'i could have done that' or 'i should have been number one', but that makes absolutely no sense. If you have it in you , prove it. Show it to the world.
Now i would have to tell you something which i am afraid would break your heart. Yes, it is him. The one who haunts you day and night and the one who is your biggest rival . I know you have suspected it for some time. But please understand that i couldnt help it. It just happened.
Well by the time I am finished with this letter, you would have lost the Wimbledon and of course me.
Your loving fan
Tanaya
Today, after 5 years of going steady with you, i have decided to call it off.
Don't think that just because you are going through a low phase, i am chickening out. I don't mind you losing to him , be it ocassionally or often. It wouldn't have mattered if i could have atleast seen you fighting it out, like the warrior you used to be, that i so aesthetically worshipped and loved. Last time you did it, i thought i should give you another chance. Probably it was one of those bad days. You are human afterall. But this time you have left me ashamed and shattered. I can't go on defending you in front of this world forever. Especially now that i have myself started doubting you.
What happens to you when you see him? Why do you suddenly become this docile lamb ? Your legs stop moving , your face turns white and your body starts betraying fear. FEAR. That is something i never thought could overpower you. You know when i saw you for the first time , what pulled me towards you? Your eyes. They exuded fearlessness, a promise to bring the world to me. I knew you were the one. And soon the roller coaster ride began.
I can't deny that you have given me the best moments of my life. And i couldn't have loved you more for it. Those round the world trips with you were sheer adrenaline. France, Australia, England, America. I couldn't have asked for more. You kept all your promises, fulfilled all my desires. I couldn't have been more proud of you.
It wouldn't have mattered if he was actually better than you. But he is NOT. And this is my problem. People often say 'i could have done that' or 'i should have been number one', but that makes absolutely no sense. If you have it in you , prove it. Show it to the world.
Now i would have to tell you something which i am afraid would break your heart. Yes, it is him. The one who haunts you day and night and the one who is your biggest rival . I know you have suspected it for some time. But please understand that i couldnt help it. It just happened.
Well by the time I am finished with this letter, you would have lost the Wimbledon and of course me.
Your loving fan
Tanaya
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
TENNIS TIPS
These are some indispensable tips for all the unfortunate tennis players with underdeveloped (read: absolutely miserable) serving skills like me.
1. While serving, tap the ball at least 20 times, then on the 21st time, pretend that you couldn’t catch the ball and begin the lengthy process again (after all i need to get my rhythm right..! )
2. Now finally toss the ball but 5 times higher than normal. Catch the ball and give your opponent a sheepish grin(sigh..today is just not my day)
3. Repeat steps 1 and 2 till your opponent's face starts turning a brilliant red (now now..relax dude..i swear i am not doing this on purpose.!)
4. Now if your aim is good, toss the ball, pretend losing your balance and let the ball drop on your shoe to rush in a crazy random direction. (ball..!what's wrong with you..??)
5. With a look of disbelief, rush towards the ball. (ball..! i am going to kill you..!)
6. As you near the ball, let it get kicked by your “clumsy” foot, sending it speeding to the farthest corner of the court(ball..! i am going to completely wipe off any traces of your worthless existense from the face of this earth..!)
7. Spend a good 5 minutes looking for the “lost” ball and then call out to your opponent, “hey buddy could you help me out!!”(grass.! i know you have swallowed the ball!!)
8. As soon as the opponent, muttering incoherent things, starts coming towards you, give a yelp of sheer ecstasy, raise your hand with the ball in it like the Wimbledon trophy and yell -"got it dude!!" (sob..i have lived for this moment..!!)
9. Get into the serving position; give a look of supreme concentration then suddenly look down and start the aboriginal dance to try stamping the imaginary insect trying to climb your feet. Smile with smugness after having “crushed “the distracter. (ahem..!)
10. Now with fire in your eyes and a Venus William look on your face, shoot your 20 km per hour serve and watch it whoosh past the disgruntled opponent. (sob sob sob..this is the greatest moment of my entire life..!!)
Go home and tell dad how many aces you hit and watch his face break into proud smiles (just for you dad :))
1. While serving, tap the ball at least 20 times, then on the 21st time, pretend that you couldn’t catch the ball and begin the lengthy process again (after all i need to get my rhythm right..! )
2. Now finally toss the ball but 5 times higher than normal. Catch the ball and give your opponent a sheepish grin(sigh..today is just not my day)
3. Repeat steps 1 and 2 till your opponent's face starts turning a brilliant red (now now..relax dude..i swear i am not doing this on purpose.!)
4. Now if your aim is good, toss the ball, pretend losing your balance and let the ball drop on your shoe to rush in a crazy random direction. (ball..!what's wrong with you..??)
5. With a look of disbelief, rush towards the ball. (ball..! i am going to kill you..!)
6. As you near the ball, let it get kicked by your “clumsy” foot, sending it speeding to the farthest corner of the court(ball..! i am going to completely wipe off any traces of your worthless existense from the face of this earth..!)
7. Spend a good 5 minutes looking for the “lost” ball and then call out to your opponent, “hey buddy could you help me out!!”(grass.! i know you have swallowed the ball!!)
8. As soon as the opponent, muttering incoherent things, starts coming towards you, give a yelp of sheer ecstasy, raise your hand with the ball in it like the Wimbledon trophy and yell -"got it dude!!" (sob..i have lived for this moment..!!)
9. Get into the serving position; give a look of supreme concentration then suddenly look down and start the aboriginal dance to try stamping the imaginary insect trying to climb your feet. Smile with smugness after having “crushed “the distracter. (ahem..!)
10. Now with fire in your eyes and a Venus William look on your face, shoot your 20 km per hour serve and watch it whoosh past the disgruntled opponent. (sob sob sob..this is the greatest moment of my entire life..!!)
Go home and tell dad how many aces you hit and watch his face break into proud smiles (just for you dad :))
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
THE MONOLOGUE
I speak and he listens
My eyes sparkling, face animated, hands moving in every direction.
I go on and on, my mind frantically trying to recollect the tiniest of details, determined not to miss anything.
I speak and he listens
He listens with rapt attention, looking intently into my eyes, with an occasional nod at the right places, as if here lays the purpose of his existence.
I speak and he listens
Sometimes looking in his eyes while speaking, I wonder. Is this an act, a facade? Wherein his mind lies elsewhere. Perhaps at this very moment, thinking what to buy for Neha’s birthday or when to get his guitar fixed.
I speak and he listens
Looking in his eyes, I see attentiveness; I see tenderness, and a hint of something even close to fascination. The shadow of doubt disappears.
The monologue continues
I speak and he listens
My eyes sparkling, face animated, hands moving in every direction.
I go on and on, my mind frantically trying to recollect the tiniest of details, determined not to miss anything.
I speak and he listens
He listens with rapt attention, looking intently into my eyes, with an occasional nod at the right places, as if here lays the purpose of his existence.
I speak and he listens
Sometimes looking in his eyes while speaking, I wonder. Is this an act, a facade? Wherein his mind lies elsewhere. Perhaps at this very moment, thinking what to buy for Neha’s birthday or when to get his guitar fixed.
I speak and he listens
Looking in his eyes, I see attentiveness; I see tenderness, and a hint of something even close to fascination. The shadow of doubt disappears.
The monologue continues
I speak and he listens
Friday, May 23, 2008
SENGU..
Rumpled tee,cherubic smile and a halo of curly black hair limning her head..that gleam of mischief in her eye..that "take me away" look that can melt the harshest of hearts..her lame jokes and lousy one liners that fail to conceal a logical and sensible mind..those waves of procrastination that create havoc in her life and leave her "disillusioned" from "marxist theories" and "hume's philosophies"..those moments of introspection and a firm "i am going to change my ways in life" , all in vain..i thank my stars that this adorable rogue rejected her life in Cal to come all the way to Miranda House and gave me the joy of having a little sister
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