Destiny...

Yesterday I went for a stroll in the park opposite my house. A section on the jogging track had a lot of ants running over. I luckily saw that and cautiously prevented stepping on them. Just then a thought crossed my head that had I not seen and walked them over unknowingly, it'd have been the last moment of life for them. Were they destined to be saved at that moment or to be crushed to death by someone else but me, who would be unaware of their presence there?

Another possibility was that in order to save them, I could have crashed into a tree on the way, 'coz I wasn't looking in front. Maybe I was destined to suffer a serious injury then! There could have been a number of other possibilities too where I wouldn't have stepped on the ants and in the nick of time saved myself from crashing into the tree too; or in the worst case scenario, where I’d have realized the presence of those tiny creatures just after crushing them and then could have stumbled to end up banging my head into that tree, even when I’d have seen it!

These thoughts flashed in my head one after the other, pushing me into a sort of surreal state of mind where I could imagine a hundred things in a fraction of a second, remembering each one of them vividly and in the next moment of actuality, all I could think of was just one thing; that one thing that decides if we will take another breath, if we will walk another step, if we will speak another word...that one thing that governs our lives, whatever we do and all that we don't do...that one thing called “destiny”!

I know many will say that one makes his/her own destiny...probably that's what those ants were doing, wandering in search of stuff to build a better house than the one they resided in, or to get food for their families, to keep them happy, but they didn't know that it was the last time they will move out of their houses and never come back. The lucky ones did reach back like all the previous times, but for some, it was time out.

In 2005 Champions League final in Istanbul (can't resist to mention it whenever I can: it was a dream night for me and for all the Liverpool fans), Liverpool were the underdogs and no one ever thought they had even a faint chance to win, and it was all going as predicted when they were 3-0 down at the half time to Milan. But then it took just 6 magical minutes and it was anybody's game at 3-3 after the 60th minute. The match went on to extra-time and Milan pressed on in search of a winner, and till date I wonder how Shevchenko could not score from close range with just about 5 minutes left in the second half of extra time; even Dudek didn't know how he saved that shot. Eventually, Liverpool went on to win on penalties. They were "destined" to win, regardless of the fact that they were the "weaker" side of the two, inferior in class and skill to their giant opponents.

At times when I had fallen sick with a stomach upset, the doctor told me that it was because of some 'x' item that I consumed the previous day. But then, I had eaten that 'x' item a number of times before and after, without consequentially falling sick. Again, it was destiny that I’d be falling ill on those specific occasions and not on the rest, the 'x' being just a "created" reason 'coz the doctor cannot do without stating one!

All this and many more instances like these prove an affirmation for me that everything has got its time 'n' place, that whatever has to happen, will happen and that "it's all written"... Maktub!

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I happened to find this saved in the archive folder of my previous cellphone; something that I had written a long time back, for someone, but never happened to send it. Dunno if it'll make sense to many readers, but just felt like putting it up...

Day.Night.Birth.Childhood.Youth.Beliefs.Friendship.Love.Pride.Laughter.Sadness.Promises.Expectations.Disappointment.Restlessness.Strength.Weakness.Apprehension.Hurt.Disbelief.Numb.Life...
Death.Pain.Peace.White.Pure.God!

Harry Kewell?

The day I wore my new Liverpool jersey, I got about 10-15 different pics of mine clicked, just to have that one perfect picture where I will look like a member of the squad! But alas, it wasn't to be...Nonetheless, surprisingly in this one, I think I looked like Harry Kewell...What say?

Liverpool Lives In Me!

It was the sound of pouring rain that woke me a bit early this morning. I lay on my bed watching a rare sight in these wretched summers. In no time I decided to wear my new Liverpool jersey to office.

I have been buying jerseys of my favourite football players in the past and am always on the lookout for more! Before this, I have Christian Vieri's No. 32 Inter Milan and Michael Owen's No. 10 Newcastle jerseys. I don't really support the two clubs, Inter still to some extent, but I absolutely love watching these two players on the football pitch. I have always felt good when I have adorned myself with these prized possessions in cloth.

But today, the moment I put on the new one and looked at myself in the mirror, I was in a different world altogether, more or less in a state of trance! The vibrant red colour, the Liverpool logo on the chest and the sponsor's name in the centre, just a few inches above the waistline... it all reminded me of the pride 'n' passion with which I have religiously followed this football club for years now. I could hear the chants of "You'll never walk alone" loud in my head. For a moment, I felt as if I was Rafa's new signing for the next season. A moment of sheer ecstasy!

It was the first time that the name and the number at the back didn't outweigh what flashed on the chest in red, white 'n' green! :)


Here's the new merseyside hero posing for the shutterbugs! :D
Sad pic...but who cares, it's Steven Gerrard's No. 8 Liverpool jersey! It's taking me higher...!

The Namesake

In a word, it's a superb novel. One of the best last chapters that I've read in any of the books so far. I just loved the way the author draws a close to the story. Every feeling, every thought, every emotion...I could feel it as much as the characters in the book.

A must read in my opinion!

And the following day, I watched the movie. With awesome cinematography and peachy direction, an adaptation from the book couldn't have been better, though I feel that it could be made a bit longer. The director seemed to be constrained to wrap up in 2 hours only. Nevertheless, it was a well made movie, doing justice to the book.

Yet it reaffirms my belief that however good a movie based on a novel may be, it would never be appreciated more than the book.

हिंदी हैं हम, वतन है हिंदुस्तान हमारा।

मुझे ये देखते हुए अत्यंत प्रसन्नता हो रही है कि अब मैं अपने ब्लॉग पे अपनी मातृभाषा हिंदी में भी लिख सकता हूँ। सोचा इस जानकारी को आप सभी के साथ बांटूं। उम्मीद है आपको भी ब्लॉगर की ये नई विशेषता पसंद आएगी।
जय हिंद! :-)