The whole world is going over the tide of the Olympic at Beijing…. And why should I be left out, after seeing Abhinav Bindra’s tremendous achievement and the marvelous home coming I made a wish to be a Olympic gold winner in the next birth….like Michael Phelps.... :-)
I go speechless over their performance, what a razor sharp accuracy and mind-blowing speed, unassailable strength….simply great. And the medal tally … We are more then a billion and just 1 medal. Look at Finland, France, and Netherlands….Hmmm…again no point in just talking.
Nothing else teaches about life like sports....
Ever since I have touched 5Km I am bit confident to go on road & in groups. I have acquired much of the information on food, work outs and gears (cloths-shoes) which enhance the running and keep on sharing that with my gym instructor… :-)
I Run for :To hear the heavy breathing, and feel the thumping heart again...to be very bold. To be aggressive and gamble. To clear my mind and humble myself.
And one most important thing running taught me: From all your getting; GET THE UNDERSTANDING.
So this was a little note on one of my passion and its first public participation during the great olympics.
Close up:
“Games require skill. Running requires endurance, character, pride, physical strength, and mental toughness. Running is a test, not a game. A test of faith, belief, will, and trusts in ones self. So hardcore that it needs a category all to itself to define the pain. When game players criticize, it’s because they aren’t willing to understand, not because they’re stronger. Running is more than a sport; it’s a lifestyle. If you have to ask us why we run, you’ll never understand, so just accept." – Jessica Propst
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
It did impress much.
About a month ago , A TV channel showed this movie,"The world's fastest Indian" and liked the end. Then got the DVD yesterday and watched it full. Who doesn’t like Anthony Hopkins in action, And the lovely New Zealandian accent.
Well apart from that few other things gave me the goose pimples are …
Burt Munro- At sprightly age of 68.
“If you don't follow your dreams, you might as well be a vegetable”
“If you don't go when you want to go, when you do go, you'll find you've gone.”
“Invercargill, I-N-V-E-R-C-A-R-G-I-L-L. Sometimes I spell it with one 'L' to save ink.” :-)
Well apart from that few other things gave me the goose pimples are …
Burt Munro- At sprightly age of 68.
“If you don't follow your dreams, you might as well be a vegetable”
“If you don't go when you want to go, when you do go, you'll find you've gone.”
“Invercargill, I-N-V-E-R-C-A-R-G-I-L-L. Sometimes I spell it with one 'L' to save ink.” :-)
TOM (10 yr old): “Aren't you scared you'll kill yourself if you crash?”
Burt Munro: “No... You live more in five minutes on a bike like this going flat out than some people live in a lifetime.” Fran: [to a staring crowd] what are you looking at? Dirty old men need love too!
To know more here is the one:
http://www.indianmotorbikes.com/features/munro/munro.htm
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Stories Stories Stories
I was thinking I should recollect, compile and save all the stories I learnt from my granny and all the games we played we when were small. I thought that will help me understand myself better…why I am what I am…
Morning over the tea my mother told me about the story of the ‘Gaja-Graha’, Gaja is elephant, graha means crocodile, Gajendra was once sporting in the waters of a lake when a huge crocodile came along and caught hold of one of his legs and started pulling him down into the water.Gaja struggled till he lost his power. He was slowly becoming weaker, and the crocodile was becoming stronger… he could not save himself in this struggle. It was at this time that he called out to the Lord! Please come along and save me. It is said that even as he uttered the word Govinda, Lord appeared on his vehicle, Garuda. He killed the crocodile with his çaìkha and chakra, and saved Gajendra. At last she said….As long as we think that we are strong enough, we keep on fighting or struggling in our life. When we find that we are indeed helpless, we seek the help of the Lord.
Late in the evening I was about to leave and over the phone my friend was telling me the story what happened over the day and we were catching upon stuff.
After 2-3 days I sat with a book which had a lavish narration of stories from Greek mythology: “The giant Argus had 100 eyes. Someone’s children are served up at a dinner feast. Andromeda was rescued by Pursues, married him, produced 6 children and was transformed into a constellation. The story of a hunter whose wife thinks he is having an affair with the breeze and winds up shot by her husband's javelin.”
Saturday couple of friend’s are coming down ….again stories & more stories….to know, to inform, to laugh, to cry, to learn, to love and to hate and to criticize, stories of terror and sympathy, stories to construct and to destroy….to live and to die. Stories of the village and stories of the nation. Stories of raise and the fall…To sleep and to awake. Managers have their stories and the developers have their own…
Story becomes history and the history becomes story ….Little fact & little fiction.
I inherited the stories and pass some more stories to my descendants…
A day will come where I myself will become a story…
Morning over the tea my mother told me about the story of the ‘Gaja-Graha’, Gaja is elephant, graha means crocodile, Gajendra was once sporting in the waters of a lake when a huge crocodile came along and caught hold of one of his legs and started pulling him down into the water.Gaja struggled till he lost his power. He was slowly becoming weaker, and the crocodile was becoming stronger… he could not save himself in this struggle. It was at this time that he called out to the Lord! Please come along and save me. It is said that even as he uttered the word Govinda, Lord appeared on his vehicle, Garuda. He killed the crocodile with his çaìkha and chakra, and saved Gajendra. At last she said….As long as we think that we are strong enough, we keep on fighting or struggling in our life. When we find that we are indeed helpless, we seek the help of the Lord.
Late in the evening I was about to leave and over the phone my friend was telling me the story what happened over the day and we were catching upon stuff.
After 2-3 days I sat with a book which had a lavish narration of stories from Greek mythology: “The giant Argus had 100 eyes. Someone’s children are served up at a dinner feast. Andromeda was rescued by Pursues, married him, produced 6 children and was transformed into a constellation. The story of a hunter whose wife thinks he is having an affair with the breeze and winds up shot by her husband's javelin.”
Saturday couple of friend’s are coming down ….again stories & more stories….to know, to inform, to laugh, to cry, to learn, to love and to hate and to criticize, stories of terror and sympathy, stories to construct and to destroy….to live and to die. Stories of the village and stories of the nation. Stories of raise and the fall…To sleep and to awake. Managers have their stories and the developers have their own…
Story becomes history and the history becomes story ….Little fact & little fiction.
I inherited the stories and pass some more stories to my descendants…
A day will come where I myself will become a story…
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