He just stands there. Looking generally disinterested. People around the world are yelling, jumping, screaming, laughing. Mouths are wide open, jaws are on the floor. But he doesn’t react that way. He almost never does.
There is a flash outside off. The bat has missed the ball. Yet the same general look of disinterest and calmness he has after a boundary follows a play and miss. Other days he uses the same smile after his best shot, or his worst.
Playing and missing is supposed to be a test of who you are as a human being. Do you believe in luck, do you believe in hard work, do you believe in faith? In his case, none of these applied. As to whether the ball went into a scoreboard, into a crowd, onto a roof, or safely nestled in the keeper’s gloves, it was gone. Finished. That moment, that euphoria, that danger, doesn’t matter anymore. The greatest legcutter, the sexiest doosra, or a mystery ball fired from a cannon, it doesn’t matter. It could be a long hop. A full toss. It just goes past him. When you bowled to him, you weren’t bowling to a batsman; you were bowling to a belief system.
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Captures my thoughts absolutely perfectly, the only point is – when would I resume writing?
But let me not forget that I belong to Ganga Mail as much it belongs it me, and that I owe my identity to whatever I have written on it so far. The idea, therefore, is to resume writing on it without worrying about what people will have to say. I really don’t give a fuck — so why pretend that I do?
Tags: A Song of Ice and Fire, entertainment, Game of Thrones, George R R Martin, The Rains of Castamere, TV
I have read all the books, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed all the books of A Song of Ice and Fire by George RR Martin. While I have never been a fan of book adaptations for movies/TV the latest episode of Game of Thrones – The Rains of Castamere has made me revisit my opinion. I knew what was going to come, I knew what would happen – even then it was shocking. Without a doubt, the most powerful episode of the series till now.
The light rays have traveled afar, it has been a long day and all they want to do is party before the earth spins away. They spy a few drops of water floating about and there is an instant connection between them. The rays speed toward the drops, the drops whirl about in the sky; sparkling, inviting the rays. The rays meet the drops, tango with them, dance with them and turn around in new angles as they party together and paint the sky in an enviable riot of colors.
Tags: Blogging, Hyderabad, Munich
It has been ages since I wrote something properly, and so much has happened in my life. Now I just need to find time – actually scratch that, I need to get the drive to write something properly.
So many drafts lying unpublished, so many stories lying without an end – should get back to those. I should write.
I should write about Hyderabad – my home for nearly 11 years – how badly I miss it. I should write about Munich, my new “home” – can I even call it that yet? I should write more.
I should write about the new gadgets I’ve been using, but what is the use? Everybody uses the same. I should write about the apps I’m loving, but leave that too. At least I’ve been clicking photographs and publishing them on instagram – that is one good thing.
Well the conclusion is I should write, will get to it soon, hopefully!