Better than the best

If one thought this was the best of recent times, one is forced to think again.

A tennis champion who dared

As Fabrice’s career is coming to an end, its time to salute a tennis champion who hasn’t won any grand slam tournament (has never reached a grand slam tournament semi-final even!). Why is he a champion? I’ll rather let you see than trying to explain.

Just don’t do it

Whatever said and done, you shouldn’t have taken Ryan Giggs’ and Paul Ince’s autographs, tore them into pieces in their faces. You did exactly that and I believe you’ll have to face the consequences.

Update: This could be one of the many consequences you might have to face.

Few tables away

It was a guys day out.

We had made a pact not to talk about anything related to fairer sex – yes, that forbade talking about respective wives as well. And, I found our discussion to be amusing and eventually boring. Curiously, nobody talked about their kids! I wondered whether the wife-talk and my-kid-is-sooooo-clever-talk had any connections. I still do.

That’s when I noticed them. They were sitting three tables away from me and two tables away from each other. She looked as if she was going to have a lasagna and glass of red wine and he a cigarette that was too lean for a guy. I guessed he was drinking an imported Scotch.

She was sitting alone and immersed in thoughts about something or possibly about someone two tables away. He was in a group, probably his wife was also there, but so disconnected from his group and looking in her direction. They both seemed to be in some kind of intellectual tranquility. He was more direct than her in observing her. I wonder whether he even knew that she was observing him! It wasn’t the usual “exchaging looks”, it was far deeper. She seemed to want him to be puzzled and he was. I felt the peace that they seemed to share. Without their knowledge, of course.

She left without eating anything, but did finish the red wine. He did the same after her, with his wife. I felt tragic and that feeling lingers.

Update:

Related entries (in reverse chronological order): sense of purpose, spiritedness and lasagna and listlessness & lasagna

What next?

They both kept staring at the same Lasagna…And then?

What were they talking about?

Check it out

One thinks one can start stopping on a Saturday.

Misspelt?

Akshay Kumar has become the ‘Super Star’ as one of his idiotic movies made enough money. This seems to be the definition. So, Star Gold channel is celebrating this by broadcasting series of Akshay’s movies. They (SG) are running an advert where several other “stars” talk about Akshay. And Sunil Shetty has this to say about Akshay:

Akshay practices….thinks….He trains….thinks….He is a natural

Now, that makes me wonder whether a genuine error was made when Sunil was given his last name!

Sean (Robin Williams) in Good Will Hunting

So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right?

Either it happens instantly or over time, both are equally honourable.

Medicine

Boredom, Solitude, Pain – all of these can be temporarily solved by sleeping. And the ideal way to sleep whenever one wants is to gulp 2-3 shots of alchohol (1. anything strong enough will do as one is not after taste now. 2. do not sip – just gulp) and go to bed immediately. One should make sure that one eats well and drinks enough water to avoid any side effects.