Its Natural to be angry, not good to lash out!

Disclaimer: I am a Sachin Fan and I am upset by the fact that Maria Sharapova doesn’t know about him.

 

It might look like I am being devil’s advocate here but then I do belong to the group being called devil here. To be honest, I found out about it just now and it seems that I am a little too late to the party. People have apparently abused Sharapova and people have come out and defended her.

Ironically, I got the news from the articles that were condemning all the hoopla created by the fans! I guess I am not that big a fan after all or maybe, just not a fan who is free enough. I read a lot of articles that give examples of great players of games that are rare like Ice Hockey and even Basketball and try to make us realise that it is not a big deal. Then I read a lot of comments by people who were demeaning the angry mob and telling them to take a chill pill. According to them, it is not a big deal if Maria Sharapova doesn’t know the name of the greatest player India has ever produced in a game they remember to be on top of.

It should be noted that he is not the only great- Dhyanchand was for Hockey what Sachin became for Cricket.

Anyways, coming back to point, let’s be clear on one thing here. Maria Sharapova’s not knowing about Sachin is a BIG deal. Not because she ought to know a random player of a random game but because the person has transcended the game itself. Like Pele or Maradona, he defines India and its hope. He was even given the highest honor we can give to any person. So, her lack of knowledge about the man shows her lack of knowledge about the country.

Now, I am not a patriot so I do not think if this alone is a big deal. However, Sachin is often said in the same breath as Federer, Schumacher and Woods. Sachin and Federer are friends as well (close acquaintances perhaps). Sachin is a fan of tennis and has gone to watch Federer sometimes as well and it has been a big news (not just in India). This shows that she has not even heard about these events that are closer to home. This shows that she is either far too dedicated to her craft to even hear anything during those periods or simply did not care enough.

In either case, it just shows that she has other things to do instead of knowing current affairs or General Knowledge and when you are in top 20 in any sports, perhaps that is what lead you there. 

Last and most important, in a world of intellectuals why are we surrounded by people who define how should be felt for an occasion. It all sounds to me the same argument as between Theists and Atheists where atheists act have more holier than thou attitude than those who believe in a holy God. Just because it is not a big deal to you doesn’t make you superior. It just makes you impassionate about that cause.

So, bottomline, feeling upset about this is natural. I am sad and a little aggravated by this as well.

However, as with religion or a dick, just because you have it, doesn’t mean you flaunt it.

So folks, be angry, be upset but do not be what that person is not whom you are in awe of.

Lashing out against Maria Sharapova for not knowing Sachin is like killing anyone who says Gandhi was wrong!

Once

There was once a truth that died alone.
There was once a lie that lived on.
There was once a feeling left alone.
And a thought that was lost in crowd.

This is not the story of these truths or lies.
This is not the story of feelings or thoughts.

I tell you a tale of a human that I hate.
I tell you a story I spent years to create.
Not because it took my imagination that long.
The life simply was slow to catch along.

True Success

True success comprise basically of two things, in varied proportions. 

1. What we want?

2. What others want from us?

The first is very important because it defines the criteria of our happiness. A person not doing what he wants or not achieving his own desired goal is never able to be at peace with himself. Such a person will, at best, be sad and disappointed, and at worst melancholic and depressed. To a person who fails the first question the whole world's acclaim seems useless. An example of such comes to my mind- 'Michael Jackson'. If there was one man who had it all, it was him. But, was it enough? He is considered one of the greatest music creators of this era by almost everyone and yet, what we most remember him in his later period was for child molestation, plastic surgery and weird things like changing his religion etc.

What happened? I am guessing the answer to the first question came out wrong for him. I read some obituary of his by another famous man and he said that the problem with Michael Jackson was that though the whole world loved him, he hated himself. He despised being black and thus ensued the plastic surgeries and the fake-falling noses. I do not know whether it is true and I guess no one besides him knows it either. My speculation though is this only. He was not happy and did not believe himself to be truly successful.

A person can not be truly successful unless he is successful in his own life. It is a necessary condition, if I may say so. What makes it not sufficient is the presence of psychopaths, sociopaths and really evil people in this world. After all their beliefs are destructive to the world and their vision of success is in itself skewed. To check the inclusion of these kinds I would say that the question two becomes a necessity. Of course, it does not have the same weight as the first question but to exclude the Hitlers and Bin Ladens of the world the people who are successful in the eyes of the people matters as well.

In conclusion, I would say that any person who went making the world a better place and himself or herself satisfied is a truly successful person. He could be an old man breathing his last breath in a hospital somewhere with his whole family outside holding their breath or a teenager with his girlfriend, in love, dreaming a life full of hope and happiness. A mother with a new born child is as truly successful as a mother seeing her child getting his college degree, all proud and teary. A women just getting a promotion and believing that she holds the baton of whole womanhood is as truly successful as a man fighting real hard to provide for his family and winning at last. They are all truly successful if they are all truly happy.

Awesome facebook video.. Poor Hitler.. stuck in IIT.. LOL!!!

My tryst with Python

First of all, it is NOT the snake. For long time now, I was dwelling on the topic of learning a new programming language. I know C++ and BASIC (yeah!!) and basic algorithm. But these were the golden times of school. For over 3 years I have done nothing more than using Windows to play movies.

In short I was searching for a language easy to learn and simple to write along with all the strengths of a complete language. My journey landed me on the shores of Python. It is an interpreted language with an ease in learning (At least there PR is good). Bottom line, I am now learning python and hopefully due to my prior experiences in programming will be uploading a self-made software (a small game maybe!!) soon.

Oh yeah! I know what you are thinking. Maths and logic! How am going to tackle with that. Let’s just say lucky for me, God took care of that for me.  

I shall be uploading the lessons I learn from time to time. They will not be comprehensive or something but more like the mistakes and experiments I do. This will hopefully provide you guys with experience. Who says you can not learn from other’s mistakes.

Road trip-1

This is one of the funniest trips I’ve been on. The day started with my night-out thereby leaving me sleepy and tired. Dad asked me to leave him at the nearby bus-stand. I thought- “Well, that is easy. Then I’ll take my sweet old nap.” Alas!

No bus is available. What should be done? Then a ray of light shines and a bulb lightens up. Idea! I asked dad to ask his driver (in the other city) to come half-way and I’ll travel this half. The motive was to save time. Thus began my journey of an hour that somehow became funny.

Traffic jam was the beginning. Swamping and scrambling I moved through the trucks with my not-so-tiny swift. Finally, it was not possible to do so anymore so dad suggested to take the village road. And I was then passing through villages and roads that can have only one car on them.

Returning was more fun as I was not time bounded. Enjoying the scenery I realised that villages are really fun to travel. Even though, living in them is out of question.

I wish I had a camera that time. It would have been an amazing experience to show. Even though I was sleep-deprived and hunger-stricken. Now it is a memory waiting to be downsized by the brain during memory crunch.

Why do I do it?

This question always intrigues me. Why the hell I have to start writing everything that comes to my mind? But then what the hell. This blog is my experimentation with adsense. Or let me rephrase it- "My another experimentation with adsense." Let's see where does this lands me. Hopefully where there is a pile of gold.