It's all in the mind

30 mins before the class starts…..plenty of time…..google map says 15 mins walk….good…..lemme take a print out of the map – London!! I tell you!….had it been good old India, I would have just flagged cab…..anyways

Princess street….wait, a minute, which way do I hold the map……Good Lord! Maps!!... cornhill street…..good, I’m on track….another 5 mins……Hold on!!!! What am I even doing?? I’ve have my brand new iphone J J J aah, print out of maps are a thing of the past! iphone, you are so cool J

Here I come….turn left, alright……down the road, fine….another 5 mins, no problem……(a good 20 mins later) damn, I’m exactly where the maps says I shud be….but all I can see is a run down factory L …..another 10 mins, am lost L

Chuck, the iphone…..wherez the print out???....found it!! Damn, I’m 15 mins late!!

My Friend's take

http://rishavs.blogspot.com/2010/10/other-side.html

Wisecracks of A-Rod

Well, Roddick’s out of US Open and it doesn’t look at he’s gonna be on court around for long. Hence, this blog is for one of the most interesting personalities to have played the game.

For the record, Roddick has won US Open 2003 and millions of hearts all over the world. A good starting point would be his OMG looks(!!) but he would easily lose out to the more talented Safin (closely followed by Rafter). Tennis? Whom are we kidding!! But Roddick will always be remembered for his wisecracks.

A few of my favourites:

It all started with his outburst at the umpire:
— “Grow a spine!" (yelling at a chair umpire)

Umpire: "If the machine beeps, what can I do?"
A-Rod: "Switch it off and use your brain!"

At high school / college, we loved this angry young man!! Go Roddick!!

"Stay in school, kids, or you might end up being an umpire."
J Brilliant!

Umpiring, the only job in the world where you can screw up on a daily basis and still have one!" J J

On his many a not-so memorable encounters with Fedex:

Wimbledon 2004 final

"I threw the kitchen sink at him but he went to the bathroom and got his tub."
ROTFL

Wimbledon 2005 final

"I went in on his forehand and he passed me; I went in on his backhand and he passed me; I stayed back and he passed me even though I was at the baseline."
J J Well, now thatz something J

Media person: I’m sure you are in no mood for an interview now
A-Rod: “I'm in the mood for a beer right now”
Personal favourite! Please give him the trophy….atleast the beer! It’s England, afterall!

Australian Open 2007 semifinal
Roddick was ro(d)gered by Fedex. One of the most humiliating matches ever! And, the linesman makes an incorrect call favouring Roddick. Fedex challenges and wins the point.

Roddick: Thanks, mate! you are trying to help! doesn't work!
(Godly!! Hats off)

Wimbledon 2009 final
Sorry, Pete; I tried to hold him off.

(A-Rod to Pete Sampras, after Fedex won his 15^th slam)
Graceful in defeat

I'm gonna have to start winning some of the matches to call it a rivalry!"
You said it!!!

On his miserable run at the French Open year after year
“Whatever I said last year, just copy it. I'm sure it still fits." (after his first round loss at the 2006 French Open)

On drama queen Nole:
"Back and a hip? And a cramp? Bird flu? Anthrax? SARS? Common cough and cold? He's either quick to call a trainer or he's the most courageous guy of all time."
Awesome J

On Davis Cup:
“I don't know if it is his job as captain to give the other team any more motivation”

On what keeps him playing tennis:
"The cheerleaders . . . wait . . . there are none."

That for you, Ladies and Gentlemen is Andy Roddick, one of the finest sportsmen of our times.

A tribute to the Lord of Tennis

Today, the mighty king walks on a familiar turf, one more time, the crown shining it all its glory, head high up proud his past conquests.

But the king knows better. His horses are no longer the fastest, weary of long years of war. His rein threatened by worthy successors, who have won quite a few battles. But the king has nothing to prove, it has been a long journey and he has conquered them all.

2001, Wimbledon centre court, round of sixteen: The prince has come of age, defeating the then invincible Pete Sampras. That was just the beginning. 9 years later, 16 grand slams, 285 weeks of dominance, all 4 grandslams and all 3 surfaces............

But stats don't say it all! The genius of shot making - the crafty forehand, the flawless execution that never fails to magically creates winners, time after time.........the precision of the volleys (in the long lost game of serve and volley).......the mighty serves........the impossible overheads.....

With the shadows of retirement looming large, the world of tennis will cherish every moment of the genius in play. Go Fedex.

Journey back in time

Boy! How many time have I taken this journey………..should I say at the drop of a hat….cherished memories of the past are never too far away…..just lingering about the corner waiting to be re-called by the mind……….

Mind’s ability to travel back & forth in time is akin to a ‘read-only time machine’ – It gives one a chance to re-live the moment, without actually an option to change it……….

What a splendid mirage! It creates a false sense of being! Times whiled away when they should have been used to live the present or even better create future

I guess the ideal state (of mind) is that which defies the lure to travel back in time and simply ‘live the moment’

The betrayed White Tiger

Well, if you are a person of Indian origin, what’s the easiest way to earn a Booker prize (Well, that’s if you cannot create a master piece like ‘midnight children’) – ill mouth everything that’s Indian. This seems to hold good for the Oscars as well.

Its just not the trapped white tiger in the snap that feels betrayed, the entire nation is!

A comment on a commentary

Reading a friend’s blog made me write this. It’s a kinda blog that you would appreciate if you know the person. Did I say appreciate? Lemme clarify – I don’t appreciate the person for writing the blog, it’s the appreciation of the blog for being an honest reflection of a hopeless effort!

The blog can most certainly be categorized as ‘arbit’ thoughts of an ‘arbit’ person. (Frankly, one really doesn’t expect anything more from the blog). That which defies any sorta categorization is the comments posted on the blog. It’s got as much masala as a typical Bollywood movie! (Is Mumbai growing on me?)

Fights?? – You’ve got war out here, war of words! If words can kill, d blog can claim a few deaths! Nope, they never get tired of it - Saas Bahu would be put to shame!
Life threats? – oh yes! Readers question the blogger’s very existence!
Re-unions? Why not! Perfect strangers bonding on the comments section! Can you beat that?
Songs? If songs = irrelevance, then we have loads of it. None (nearly J )of the comments even remotely relate to the blog posted
Did I miss communal attacks?

Well, in short the comments section add colour to the blog (something that the blog otherwise lacks :P )

P.S. I guess I’ve added another feature of Bollywood to it by actually writing a review on it J