Some damn thing
Really want to write something down tonight -- more of an effort to go beyond one post after returning from my long 'non-writing' hibernation. Hopefully, I'd be successful tonight.
Was just wondering that there has to be a story or instance from everyday that is interesting, something that's likely not a daily routine, and is worth writing. And finally figured out a topic to write about, which is Cricket! ('Ours', not 'Theirs').
Bain India, for the first time, is entering a corporate cricket tournament and our first match is scheduled against Colt India. Next Sunday's (16th Nov '08) the match and we finally started practising today. Well, we hopefully will have atleast one more practise before the actual play. It was good to see how our team was finally discussing on who the bowlers are, who are the batsmen, who'd be the captain etc. I finally realized that I do have a spinner in me, a leg spinner. The ball doesn't spin as much as Shane Warne, but isn't too far off at the same time. And since I already have a batsmen in me, guess, I make an all-rounder now. (Well, in case you are wondering, am not going to make my score and performance from the matches public on this blog).
That's it for tonight I guess. Good luck to our team.
Time taken to write this post: 10-15 minutes
Wakeup
Originally, there was just one thought behind this post, but suddenly as soon as I wrote the title, I realized that the subject actually has multiple meanings behind it for me.
Most importantly, it reflects that I need to "wake up" from a long 'non-writing' hibernation. Ofcourse, I've tried this a number of times earlier but then guess, the motivation doesn't last more than one post. No further comments on this, I am forced to believe in
"Actions speak louder than words".
Secondly, for some reason, it reminds me of the college days. My every single password back then used to be "wakeup". Ofcourse the college days were quite lazy and I kept this as the password so that atleast everytime I key that in, I am reminded to get active. I know it's random, but whatever.
And lastly, the original thought: I went home for a week during the Diwali festival and being tension-free from all the work back in office, I slept for long hours, infact very long hours. My dad called me on one of the days and said that he has some experience to share, and this is what he said -
"My son, there are two kinds of people in this world - masters/bosses and the slaves/servants. When masters sleep, they wake up from their sleep in time and are attentive with hundreds of immediate actions and directions ready for their slaves. They act responsibly and behave actively. But when slaves or the servants get up from their sleep, they always have just one lazy thought on mind of being a servant to their boss and having to follow their directions or working on the daily routine. And to be clear, I mean masters or slaves by behavior, more than just by designation. So decide, if you want to be a master in life or just a slave."Between that day of my dad's thought and today, trust me, I've still been lazy, very lazy. I feel so much like a slave at the moment.
Time taken to write this post: 30 minutes
