When men talk about defense, they always claim to be protecting women and children, but they never ask the women and children what they think
The land is the only thing in the world worth working for, worth fighting for, worth dying for, because it's the only thing that lasts
A well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained in arms, is the best most natural defense of a free country.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
"I shall continue to serve the nation until my last breath and when i die, I can say, that every drop of my blood will invigorate India and strengthen it."
"I 1ly regret that I ve but 1 lyf to sacrifice 4 my country."
"No hate is dark enough to overshadow the extent of my love for my people and my country; no force is strong enough to divert me from my purpose and my endeavour to take this country forward"
"I 1ly regret that I ve but 1 lyf to sacrifice 4 my country."
"No hate is dark enough to overshadow the extent of my love for my people and my country; no force is strong enough to divert me from my purpose and my endeavour to take this country forward"
Monday, May 25, 2009
I am back
after a long time i start writing blogs,almost after 6 months or so.During my college days i used to write blogs n active member of some renouned websites where i used to put across ideas n discuss on various topics with mindtanks.Suddenly after getting govt. job,i became a typical 'sarkari' employee n forget abt imporving myself.I might ve excuses of being busy with my work but anyone of us can devote 30 min in a week to expree urself to the world.
Let me thank neha, who is a freelancer of 'times of india' newspaper from whom i get motivation to write.Earlier i used to quote any good editorial n publish on my blog,but it ll b better if i write put my own ideas n thoughts in my personal blog.It ll help me to express my ideas in more lucient way,and nurture my talent in writing skills.Keeping in mind of giving DSSC(defence staff service course) exam,the good writing skills require time to time during my service and to rise up in service i decided to devote little time for writing.
I m a bit late starter but "In lyf if u miss a chance it doesnt mean dat u can never be advance".Slowly n steadly i ll catch up with d current blogger and d quality of my blogs ll improve.
comments n suggestions from my friends n unkown are welcome over here.
Thank you
Happy blogging
Let me thank neha, who is a freelancer of 'times of india' newspaper from whom i get motivation to write.Earlier i used to quote any good editorial n publish on my blog,but it ll b better if i write put my own ideas n thoughts in my personal blog.It ll help me to express my ideas in more lucient way,and nurture my talent in writing skills.Keeping in mind of giving DSSC(defence staff service course) exam,the good writing skills require time to time during my service and to rise up in service i decided to devote little time for writing.
I m a bit late starter but "In lyf if u miss a chance it doesnt mean dat u can never be advance".Slowly n steadly i ll catch up with d current blogger and d quality of my blogs ll improve.
comments n suggestions from my friends n unkown are welcome over here.
Thank you
Happy blogging
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Quotes
Love.
Death cannot stop true love; it can only delay it for a little while. Princess Bride
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. Aristotle.
I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. Roy Croft
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Robert Heinlein
It's so easy, to think about love, to talk about love, to wish for love, but its not always easy, to recognize love, even when we hold it...in our hands. Jaka
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. Mary Oliver
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time. Hobbes
Courage.
Yesterday I dared to struggle. Today I dare to win. Bernadette Devlin
Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow. Dorothy Thompson
If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, the quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream. Martin Luther King Jr.
Challenge. Life.
The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun. Napoleon Hill
Those who wish to sing, always find a song. Swedish proverb*Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. Anais Nin
Does thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that the stuff life is made of. Benjamin Franklin
When you have two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. Chinese Proverb
Death cannot stop true love; it can only delay it for a little while. Princess Bride
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. Aristotle.
I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. Roy Croft
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Robert Heinlein
It's so easy, to think about love, to talk about love, to wish for love, but its not always easy, to recognize love, even when we hold it...in our hands. Jaka
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. Mary Oliver
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time. Hobbes
Courage.
Yesterday I dared to struggle. Today I dare to win. Bernadette Devlin
Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow. Dorothy Thompson
If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, the quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream. Martin Luther King Jr.
Challenge. Life.
The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun. Napoleon Hill
Those who wish to sing, always find a song. Swedish proverb*Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. Anais Nin
Does thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that the stuff life is made of. Benjamin Franklin
When you have two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. Chinese Proverb
No more Second Coming
Just when he was fighting hard to get back in the side, many held the opinion that he should quit the game for he was not his best self in terms of form and fitness. And just when everyone wrote him off on making it to the team, he was there, to fight against the mighty Aussies. His presence in the team hushed his critics and made them eat their words. He hammered the last nail as he announced his retirement soon after his selection.
That's Sourav Ganguly for you! Doing everything on his terms, whatever may be the price.
Not that the decision was unexpected but as an ardent Ganguly fan for more than a decade, it was the moment one never wanted to think of. For someone who grew up with his colourful and dramatic career, enjoyed his achievements, sulked over his failures, flayed his critics, whose heart ached for the injustice meted out to him (or so one felt!), it's extremely painful to even think that there will be no more of Ganguly in India's playing XI. All has come to an end at Nagpur, ironically the place where a few years back his commitment was scrutinised.
Ganguly along with Sachin Tendulkar, Rahul Dravid formed the batting trinity that gave Indian batting the formidable look. The trio scored around sixty thousand runs in both Tests and ODIs. Ganguly's cover drive, square cuts and 'oh those' sky-tearing sixes will be missed. But more than that, his presence, his passion, his persona will be missed.
His critics will miss him no lesser than his fans. His ability to call 'spade a spade' irked the authorities, his habit of giving it back to his opponents in the language they understood the best miffed them, his knack for challenging rules annoyed the conventionalists. And all these characteristics were so unlike the Indian cricketers that they provided ample fodder for the 'columns' of the 'so-called' cricket pundits.
He remains India's most successful captain not only statistically but also characteristically. His ascendance as Indian captain, gave him the authority to stimulate his boys with similar traits.
Purists might have had their eyes popped out when a bare-chest Ganguly swirled his shirt at the Lords and called Flintoff and his mates few names, but for an Indian cricket fan it was a magical moment. Here was one cricketer who celebrated victories as the fans did. Perhaps, he did what most of us would have liked to do in reply to Flintoff's Mumbai jig after that memorable NatWest Trophy win.
English and Australian media abhorred him. They called him Lord Snooty, arrogant, brash, questioned his attitude because they were not used to an Indian getting on their nerves. Call it their colonial mentality or a sense of superiority, but they never had an Indian cricketer giving them back in their mother tongue with equal vengeance. It was like a new Indian team for them. India were no longer a bunch of gentlemen losers but fighting warriors led by the Maharaja from Kolkata.
As a captain he gave equal respect to the decent demeanor of Dravids and Tendulkars as he gave freedom to the aggressive and younger lot of Harbhajan Singh, Yuvraj Singh, Virender Sehwag and Zaheer Khan. He never asked them to curb their natural aggression, instead shepherded them in a manner that each of them proved themselves as genuine match-winners.
Probably his fighting instincts were resultant of the fact that despite his talent and performance, he was always under the microscope. He was asked to prove himself time and again which he did. Even when the best of his supporters lost hope, he never gave up on himself. Whether it was the 1996 Test debut at Lords with a ton after his maiden ODI series in 1992 (where he was criticized for acting pricey) or his miraculous comeback in 2006 after the murky showdown with Greg Chappell backed by the slump in his form and change in the BCCI regime.
Every time he was out of the side, these lines of poet William Butler Yeats assured his fans:
"Surely some revelation is at hand...Surely the Second Coming is at hand The Second Coming!"
Alas! These lines will no more console his fans for Ganguly has finally decided to hang his boots and the blue jersey.
As they say 'all good things come to an end', it's time to accept the bitter truth that there won't be another 'Second coming' from the Prince!
That's Sourav Ganguly for you! Doing everything on his terms, whatever may be the price.
Not that the decision was unexpected but as an ardent Ganguly fan for more than a decade, it was the moment one never wanted to think of. For someone who grew up with his colourful and dramatic career, enjoyed his achievements, sulked over his failures, flayed his critics, whose heart ached for the injustice meted out to him (or so one felt!), it's extremely painful to even think that there will be no more of Ganguly in India's playing XI. All has come to an end at Nagpur, ironically the place where a few years back his commitment was scrutinised.
Ganguly along with Sachin Tendulkar, Rahul Dravid formed the batting trinity that gave Indian batting the formidable look. The trio scored around sixty thousand runs in both Tests and ODIs. Ganguly's cover drive, square cuts and 'oh those' sky-tearing sixes will be missed. But more than that, his presence, his passion, his persona will be missed.
His critics will miss him no lesser than his fans. His ability to call 'spade a spade' irked the authorities, his habit of giving it back to his opponents in the language they understood the best miffed them, his knack for challenging rules annoyed the conventionalists. And all these characteristics were so unlike the Indian cricketers that they provided ample fodder for the 'columns' of the 'so-called' cricket pundits.
He remains India's most successful captain not only statistically but also characteristically. His ascendance as Indian captain, gave him the authority to stimulate his boys with similar traits.
Purists might have had their eyes popped out when a bare-chest Ganguly swirled his shirt at the Lords and called Flintoff and his mates few names, but for an Indian cricket fan it was a magical moment. Here was one cricketer who celebrated victories as the fans did. Perhaps, he did what most of us would have liked to do in reply to Flintoff's Mumbai jig after that memorable NatWest Trophy win.
English and Australian media abhorred him. They called him Lord Snooty, arrogant, brash, questioned his attitude because they were not used to an Indian getting on their nerves. Call it their colonial mentality or a sense of superiority, but they never had an Indian cricketer giving them back in their mother tongue with equal vengeance. It was like a new Indian team for them. India were no longer a bunch of gentlemen losers but fighting warriors led by the Maharaja from Kolkata.
As a captain he gave equal respect to the decent demeanor of Dravids and Tendulkars as he gave freedom to the aggressive and younger lot of Harbhajan Singh, Yuvraj Singh, Virender Sehwag and Zaheer Khan. He never asked them to curb their natural aggression, instead shepherded them in a manner that each of them proved themselves as genuine match-winners.
Probably his fighting instincts were resultant of the fact that despite his talent and performance, he was always under the microscope. He was asked to prove himself time and again which he did. Even when the best of his supporters lost hope, he never gave up on himself. Whether it was the 1996 Test debut at Lords with a ton after his maiden ODI series in 1992 (where he was criticized for acting pricey) or his miraculous comeback in 2006 after the murky showdown with Greg Chappell backed by the slump in his form and change in the BCCI regime.
Every time he was out of the side, these lines of poet William Butler Yeats assured his fans:
"Surely some revelation is at hand...Surely the Second Coming is at hand The Second Coming!"
Alas! These lines will no more console his fans for Ganguly has finally decided to hang his boots and the blue jersey.
As they say 'all good things come to an end', it's time to accept the bitter truth that there won't be another 'Second coming' from the Prince!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
LOVE FOR I
I tasted the air, the dry unseen particles that sweep through my flesh and blood, keeping it alive. My eyelids slowly peeled away, and my pupils observed my surroundings, vague and unidentifiable at first. I was on my bed, lying under the thin cotton covers, not having moved an inch from the night before. I moved. My icy feet, white from poor circulation, groaned as I forced them onto the carpet. Now sitting on the edge of my mattress, I slowly scanned my dark room, barely moving my rigid neck. Simple furniture: a dusty wooden desk with a matching chair, an old bookcase with tattered books. All used and old.
Gripping the cold mattress with my bony fingers, I whispered inaudibly, not today, not today. Today will be different. Not today. The silence watched, hiding behind the shadows of the dimly lit room. The carpet creaked as I shifted my weight onto my feet, and the silence held his breath. I stood.
At first, I did not feel it.
Then, even before I could release a breath of relief, it came. From the core of my beating beast, it exploded, sending waves throughout my nerves, my muscles, my senses. The hole, the small empty space that never healed, expanded, bigger and bigger; I had no control. Unable to control, unable to breathe, unable to think, I bowed down before it. Drops of sweat formed and fell, or was it the tears? Impossible to tell. How dare I try to forget, to try to change. The voices, the unavoidable voices, screamed at the top of their lungs.
Memories of her formed into a thick dark wall before my eyes.
I was a prisoner, a slave.
No escape.
Gripping the cold mattress with my bony fingers, I whispered inaudibly, not today, not today. Today will be different. Not today. The silence watched, hiding behind the shadows of the dimly lit room. The carpet creaked as I shifted my weight onto my feet, and the silence held his breath. I stood.
At first, I did not feel it.
Then, even before I could release a breath of relief, it came. From the core of my beating beast, it exploded, sending waves throughout my nerves, my muscles, my senses. The hole, the small empty space that never healed, expanded, bigger and bigger; I had no control. Unable to control, unable to breathe, unable to think, I bowed down before it. Drops of sweat formed and fell, or was it the tears? Impossible to tell. How dare I try to forget, to try to change. The voices, the unavoidable voices, screamed at the top of their lungs.
Memories of her formed into a thick dark wall before my eyes.
I was a prisoner, a slave.
No escape.
Twilight to Dawn
I remember the past,
Of things that were.
I dwell on the future,
Of how things will be.
Doubt clouds my chest
,And My Mind.
I know love cannot survive.
But I read the words,
That come from your heart.
I heard the sounds
That fall from your lips.
I feel the love we have together,
And the pain of the past turns to smoke,
And the questions of the future find absolution.
Nothing hurts when I see your voice,
And hear your words.Together,
in mind and heart,
No matter how far apart.
You make the past become memory,
Instead of pain.
You make the future turnFrom twilight to dawn.
You are my Time,
From the Past to this moment on.
Of things that were.
I dwell on the future,
Of how things will be.
Doubt clouds my chest
,And My Mind.
I know love cannot survive.
But I read the words,
That come from your heart.
I heard the sounds
That fall from your lips.
I feel the love we have together,
And the pain of the past turns to smoke,
And the questions of the future find absolution.
Nothing hurts when I see your voice,
And hear your words.Together,
in mind and heart,
No matter how far apart.
You make the past become memory,
Instead of pain.
You make the future turnFrom twilight to dawn.
You are my Time,
From the Past to this moment on.
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