Thursday, November 30, 2006

In Love All Over Again

My "favouritest" (I know I know its wrong english man) from Faiz

Raat yun dil mein teri,
khoyi hui yaad aayi
Jaise viraane mein chupke se bahaar aa jaye
Jaise sahraon mein haule se chale baad-ae-naseem
Jaise bimaar ko be-wajaah quraar aa jaaye....

And the translation by Vikram Seth

Last night your faded memory came to me
As in the wilderness spring comes quietly,
As, slowly, in the desert, moves the breeze,
As, to a sick man, without cause, comes peace....

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

First 10 Days with Adi Dassler

Its been 10 odd days now. At adidas...A new place...a different world. Thats, what i think everyday.

Its a different world. Not because it is different but because it is so far removed from what my reality used to be. The reality of working in a certain manner, thinking in a set way and of course not thinking in a set way too.

Learning every moment...

  • I have always been one to scoff at too much theory but have always been guilty of providing a theoretical framework for my meandering thoughts. Now, I've learnt that theory is dispensible till u need to regiment...

  • I encountered racism at a very fragile time in my life, when I was studying in England, when I was all of 9 yrs old...Though it made me escape the only country I had known since my birth, it completely left my consciousness unscarred. Today its heartening to see that working with our western counterparts comes so naturally to us. I have never interacted with so many people of so many different nationalities. They bring forth so many different ways of working, such diverse responses that each day takes me closer to a new way of looking at a traditional issue. Silence is acceptable and does not need the ammunition of expected noise. I can sit still without being pressured to respond....

  • Sports and me ...huh??? How could I have been so so myopic.... for a person who prides herself on being aware of the environment around her, how could I have been oblivous to the unifying spirit on one force - sports. Yes, it does make the world go around. Yes, it does celebrate the human spirit. Yes, it is exasperating. And Yes, it is the only language that binds you to your soul...

  • And if this is my belief after only 10 days, what do I say about the passion I see around me? Impossible is Nothing. There is no theory that regiments. But there are templates that are followed. Not just from one country to the other but from one person to another. The canteen guy knows exactly what the brand stands for and is more than capable (as I found out the hard way) of espousing it...

  • I had heard time heals. As each day passes I miss my old friends more. I understand, and this realisation, has come after great introspection...a lifetime of friendships have given way to days of professional camraderie. I don't think my friends here will ever see the old svety because like most things, I left her behind too....

I'm happy.......because......

Wednesday, November 15, 2006





Hasta la Vista Baby


And till then, I have these......
Memories that colour my perspective
And, perspectives that will last beyond.......
Courtsey FlickR

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Surprise Surprise

A day of surprises.

Of understanding you were worth so little to some
Of knowing that u mean so much to most

Of feeling so welcomed
Of welcoming that much

Of finally admitting defeat
Of succeeding to forgive

Of rising like a phoenix
Of knowing that the ashes were never yours
Of eventually, letting go
Of burning what was left...