Thursday, April 05, 2007

Demand Note to GOD

Dear God,

Give her happiness, an everlasting one,
to keep her bubbly and ever ready to sing and dance,
Give her a mind, a simple one,
where good ideas and thoughts flow without hinderance.

Give her the grit, a steely one,
that people will admire and wish to borrow,
Give her a dream, a tough one,
in pursuit of which she will forget all her sorrow.

Give her a body, a strong one,
that will brook a storm as a mild breeze,
Give her a mate, a deserving one,
with whom she can share the fruits of all of these.

Give her inner peace, a solemn one,
to stay composed amidst the tumultous crowd,
Give her a smile, a radiant one,
that will reflect her self-confidence, clear and loud.

Give her optimism, a cheerful one,
to lead a life with conviction, every night and day,
Give her courage, a resilient one,
to stand up to what is right, no matter what people say.

Give her a tear, a stubborn one,
to uproot anything that stands up as life's anomaly,
Give her a long life, a memorable one,
at which she will look back and say,"I couldnt have lived it more successfully!"

Monday, April 02, 2007

All in the game

I hadnt played football for almost 4 months. The intra office tournament was my last venture. This afternoon it was footer time again : 5 on 5 in the indoor court.

My footer skills are not exactly my physical abilities that I would flaunt in front of my girl friend. Both are badly missing. But thats beside the point. After desultorily running around for more than an hour (my teamamtes stopped passing the ball to me 20 min into the game; the opposition stopped marking me soon after. Just too many missed chances), on my way back to the cafeteria, stinking of sweat, a thought process was triggered.

Why do I suck at this game? Frankly, one leg of mine comes in way of the other. Maybe, just maybe, I would have made a name for myself if I had just one of these liabilities called legs, than a couple. But, knowing my prowess elsewhere, which I am happy about, let me put this question in perspective. Why doesnt adroitness in a particular game reflect in another game too? The cricket ball rarely slips through my legs (Yes. I field more often with my legs), but this bigger football creates a sorry figure between the same pair of reliable legs. Hell no! I am not an anomaly here.

The best dribbler/striker in this footer team plays badminton in a way that is anything but agile. I have seen that often. I am no champion material but I cover the court with much greater panache. A good midfielder was in my team for the cricket 8-a-side last year. The cricket ball is just too small for him. That is the impression he left.

I have known precisely 4 guys in my life whose flair in any game they play is tantamount. As for the rest, I guess its just too much conditioning in a particular game that is seen as gaucherie in the others. Gauche I might look right now, but I wanna continue with football. For one, this game tires every muscle. And what more. A prelunch session definitely makes the nauseatic cafeteria lunch quite bearable.