Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Just for the record

I have been very lucky to have had the chance to start playing football very early in my life. 1993. Thank you to my parents who enrolled me .That was the year 1993, when we moved to Mumbai from Pune. But they quickly compensated by putting me in Tabla classes as well at the same time.

I only started to enjoy Tabla long after I quit those classes.

At this point in time, I am an expert at neither. But I have had great fun! And yeah.. hope to continue do so.

Its almost 2014 now. I am already 30 now. At this age, incredibly, two lists start growing. Things you regret for not doing and things you want to do. The second list almost certainly has most of the items from the first list. In that way.. it is good to start regretting early, or else, its harder to get those items from the first list to your second list.

Talking in terms of 'regrets', I now wish, that I had play football more. I cannot believe now, that I did not play football when I got the chance to play in school, because I though it would affect my studies. 

Ironically. the way I am right now, it does look like I did skip some years in school.

Well though, after school, I did not give up football and still try to play whenever I can.

And because I know I may happen to read this blog after 50 years. Here it is. Just for the record.
(Actually, I do like showing off.... ! Even if its only 4 goals in 12 years. That means, I score one goal every 3 years. Not bad... I still have a year left before I score the next one !)

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

S N Goenka

Very saddened to hear today that S N Goenka passed away last week on September 29th, 2013

It was August 2005 when I did my first Vipassana 10 day course. I have never done one after that but have been invariably in touch with the practice.

I remember the 10 day course that I did, it was in Pune. I was at my sneezing best. And since I got in the course at the last moment, I got a bed in a large dormitory. It being rainy season, dampness was everywhere and life was pretty much hell.

Getting up at 0430 AM in the morning and cold shower. Meditation till late evening.
Every evening, I felt like running away. It was an overwhelming task even when I had come mentally prepared for it. Even when it was not allowed some people did talk to each other. I remember one such conversation. A man was talking about how this was his 3rd Vipassana. On the 1st camp that he attended he had jumped over the wall to escape.

Sitting crossed leg for so long was gruesome. I could not manage to sit up straight. I would have back aches 15 mins in to the practice. I understood the technique, but I could not make the best of it. It was impossible to maintain the equanimity. It was so easy to get jumpy.

But the technique I thought was awesome. Besides being non-sectarian , it made a lot of sense. I sensed this was something so fundamental that everyone should know about it.

About a month back, my parents gave me this 10 CD discourse of S N Goenka. It was the same content that was played every evening during the 10 Day camp. I recently finished listening to it.,but I did not know about his death until today.His discourses are very simple, unassuming and simplified for the common man. Never called himself a spiritual guru and never let anyone treat him like one. Its hard to not stop smiling when listening to S N Goenka.

Its hard not to feel love and gratitude for Mr Goenka.     

Monday, April 22, 2013

Now, why the obsession with Sachin Tendulkar ?

I cannot help it. Yes - I am talking about my obsession. It was a secret. But its no more. Once you are married, such obsessions cannot remain a secret. Now, I am not a mad man. At least not in psychiatric terms.

Whats the obsession. Let me explain.

I cannot help typing these exact words on to Google Search - 'Sachin Tendulkar'. Every time the browser comes up, I cannot help typing these words. Now, why the hell am I doing that ?

I believe, Sachin Tendulkar controls this world in a certain way. If he is not doing anything wrong, you should not be either. Here is a person, who works hard and is humble. Just like what our parents encourage us to be. He is also selfish. He likes records, accumulating statistics. This might be debatable, but at least I think so. So it is for all of us. We want to keep a record of places and the number of our friends  and number of things that we know and have done. Luckily we have Facebook for that.

And, this guy, he is under pressure to perform. Just like I felt in the 10th and 12th standard and every other exam. May be not exactly like that. But yeah, its similar. Imagine your results are out and you are coming back from your school to your apartment complex. You can almost imagine all the people peeping out from their windows and looking at you. It almost feels like a stadium full of people, all looking at you. Except here, nobody cheered for you when you went to write your exams. So.. its actually even worse.

He is the child, every mother wants to have. He is probably the kind of person, God likes.

Now,  if he fails.. its like, you failed. You can completely associate with the pain. Now, I would not feel the same way, when Roger Federer or Tiger Woods or M S Dhoni fails. The common man cannot relate to these people . It will be interesting to introspect that thought. But may be later... !! hmmm..Probably, Sachin Tendulkar's weakness and self consciousness is much more evident than the rest.

He loves to Bat ! He wants to bat without having the responsibility of a captain. Now, does not the common mad man feel the same way ? Now imagine, you went on a picnic with your friends and were also told that you were responsible for everyone having fun on the trip. You would stop having fun right then and there.

He has done great, but he is the most critical of himself. I am sure he thinks that he is a failure in certain ways.

Now .. I would say, it would be better for him if people like me do not obsess with him. But let me tell you, he is also a person underneath who secretly loves the attention and the glory. Just like the common man.