"There's not one club in Europe with an anthem like You'll Never Walk Alone. There's not one club in the world so united with the fans. I sat there watching the Liverpool fans and they sent shivers down my spine. A mass of 40,000 people became one force behind their team. That's something not many teams have. For that I admire Liverpool more than anything."
- Dutch legend Johan Cruyff after Istanbul.( Liverpool won the Champions League Final)
"We were sitting in the dressing room and we could clearly hear thousands of fans singing You'll Never Walk Alone. Can you imagine how that felt? We were 3-0 down in the Champions League final and all we could hear were 45,000 people letting us know they still believed in us. We knew they had endured a long journey and made so many sacrifices to be there. It was at that point we started to believe too."
-Luis Garcia on what inspired the amazing comeback in Istanbul.
"Liverpool's fans are just amazing. The best feeling I have at away games is Anfield. It is just incredible. I love it. You get goose bumps when you see their supporters sing You'll Never Walk Alone." Arsenal and France star Thierry Henry
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
I have tears in my eyes !! (sniff!).
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Always Be Your Best !
A consolation after today's tough day in office !!
"When you think it doesn’t matter
if you fail or pass the test.
Keep in mind the reason why
you should always be your best.
While the whole world may not notice
if you tried to give your all,
there is a person in you
to whom it matters if you fall.
That little voice inside you -
which directs your thoughts each day -
will make the final judgement
if you won or lost each day.
Never can you fail yourself
if you give it all you’ve got.
The world extends a hand to you
when you give life your best shot.
For all that really matters
when you're finished with your test,
is not the final score at all -
but did you do your best?
- Tom Krause
"When you think it doesn’t matter
if you fail or pass the test.
Keep in mind the reason why
you should always be your best.
While the whole world may not notice
if you tried to give your all,
there is a person in you
to whom it matters if you fall.
That little voice inside you -
which directs your thoughts each day -
will make the final judgement
if you won or lost each day.
Never can you fail yourself
if you give it all you’ve got.
The world extends a hand to you
when you give life your best shot.
For all that really matters
when you're finished with your test,
is not the final score at all -
but did you do your best?
- Tom Krause
Monday, December 15, 2008
Finally !!!
Finally, he did it ! It was long time coming, but ultimately, come , it did !!
At last his loyalists can go without indulging in justification sessions. A fourth innings century on a deteriorating pitch and that too in a winning cause !!
Wow , this century tastes so so so much sweeter than most of his centuries !!
I will not rue over the fact that I couldnt witness it on TV or in person. At last his detractors can heave a sigh of relief as they do not have to wage a loosing battle !!!
Only we ( his supporters ) will know how much we waited for this elusive knock... the jewel in the crown !! His boyish leap into the Chennai air, goes to show how much he himself wanted it !! wowwwwww !!!!
Thank you Lord !!
P.S - Just one more wish.... Hope Dravid's fortunes too turnaround !!
But, yaaaayyyyy !!! Am so happy !!! Yeeeehhhaaaaawwwww !!!!!
At last his loyalists can go without indulging in justification sessions. A fourth innings century on a deteriorating pitch and that too in a winning cause !!
Wow , this century tastes so so so much sweeter than most of his centuries !!
I will not rue over the fact that I couldnt witness it on TV or in person. At last his detractors can heave a sigh of relief as they do not have to wage a loosing battle !!!
Only we ( his supporters ) will know how much we waited for this elusive knock... the jewel in the crown !! His boyish leap into the Chennai air, goes to show how much he himself wanted it !! wowwwwww !!!!
Thank you Lord !!
P.S - Just one more wish.... Hope Dravid's fortunes too turnaround !!
But, yaaaayyyyy !!! Am so happy !!! Yeeeehhhaaaaawwwww !!!!!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Tits and bits... to fill your mouth with a smile !
A CHILD'S PRAYER
A mother I met told me that she saw her little boy sitting in a corner of the room, saying " A-B-C-D-E-F-...."
"What are you doing?" she asked
"Mom, you told me I should pray, but I have never prayed in my life and I dont't know how. So I gave God the whle alphabet and asked him to make a good prayer of it."
Morning Walk
Six am - Two women in their salwar-kameez are out for their morning walk. As they walk, they talk about their important friendships: husbands, kids, coworkers. They occasionally touch each other's shoulders, stop, face each other and laugh. A sun-dried seventy-something man, wearing an orange sweater and monkey cap, walks by, smiles , and says, "You two look like you're doing ballet together." And so they are. As friends, they are dancing in synchrony: listening, encouraging, challenging each other.
And these two women are My mother Shobhana and her best friend Meera aunty (as I call her) And this is me, Shobhana's son's view of these two beautiful ladies, while they are on their morning walk in the garden near our residence. A son watches on her mother to catch those glimpses of joy on her face, to watch her animatedly describe her son's and daughter's exploits and sorrows - and share her heart with the sole person who can - her friend. Cheers to friendship.
( Inspired by an article in "In the Company of Friends".)
A mother I met told me that she saw her little boy sitting in a corner of the room, saying " A-B-C-D-E-F-...."
"What are you doing?" she asked
"Mom, you told me I should pray, but I have never prayed in my life and I dont't know how. So I gave God the whle alphabet and asked him to make a good prayer of it."
Morning Walk
Six am - Two women in their salwar-kameez are out for their morning walk. As they walk, they talk about their important friendships: husbands, kids, coworkers. They occasionally touch each other's shoulders, stop, face each other and laugh. A sun-dried seventy-something man, wearing an orange sweater and monkey cap, walks by, smiles , and says, "You two look like you're doing ballet together." And so they are. As friends, they are dancing in synchrony: listening, encouraging, challenging each other.
And these two women are My mother Shobhana and her best friend Meera aunty (as I call her) And this is me, Shobhana's son's view of these two beautiful ladies, while they are on their morning walk in the garden near our residence. A son watches on her mother to catch those glimpses of joy on her face, to watch her animatedly describe her son's and daughter's exploits and sorrows - and share her heart with the sole person who can - her friend. Cheers to friendship.
( Inspired by an article in "In the Company of Friends".)
I could not stop that.... you now know ! ;-)
For a week or so, I let out a sigh of sympathy. Then for a week I let out a sigh of joy and then for the rest of those days, I let out a sigh of envy ! - All directed at one person in particular. The person in question is a dwarfish man ( I don't know if its rude to call him that), standing outside Kemp Kids on M G Road.
This person is a 'small' man of about 3 feet or so in height. His job is to don a suit of various animals and stand outside the Kids Kemp shop welcoming the customers and the kids who walk in. He is short, has a rough edge to his face, has a grumpy look perennialy and dresses shabbily when not inside that suit. But once inside the furry suit, he seems to be such a cute little dynamite. He plays around with the kids, waves good-byes to the people passing by the shop, gives little fluffy candies to kids and gives them hugs. Thats his job.
Earlier, I started to be really sorry on seeing him eking out a living by doing such a 'menial' job. Thats why the sigh of sympathy. That's when I saw certain other things.
The kids were so comfortable playing around with the furry dog or a roly-poly rabbit. They enthusiastically shook his hands and climbed on top of him. He was equally happy in cupping their tiny hands and giving them hi-fives ! Thats when I started giving out sigh of joy
This became a daily activity for me gradually. I used to step out of office to have a cup of tea near this store and used to pass by the place where our 'dummy man' stands. Some times when there were no kids to play around with, he would try and while away his time by waving at us and blabbering nonsensical gibberish through the mask over him.... How funny I used to think. I used to just give him my typical smile and move along. And other times I used to see him sitting on his chair, carressing and lovingly playing with a kid. One image will never be erased out of my memory... the image of a small 3 year old girl, sitting on his lap and hugging him. And he too wrapped his claws/hands around her. She sensed this and tightened her hold, her tiny & chubby fingers cushioning inside his furry exterior. What a poignant moment that was !!! I could imagine his face slowly relaxing and enjoying this show of affection, even though I could not see his face inside the mask.
How a little girl, with her innocence, ironed out the creases on his forehead. How a 'simple' job like his, gave him the comforts that I could never get !
Thats when I started to sigh out of envy !
How I would also love to swap places with him, just to experience the touch of child over my skin! My skin has burnt out of lack of touch. An innocent touch of a child, gives me such a tremendous adrenaline rush that I cannot capture it in words or emotions. Everytime any kid - be it my relatives' or my friends'or even strangers'- hugs me or touches me, I feel so elated. Not even a woman's touch feels so good as does a little child's. It comes second only to my mother's touch. :-)
This person is a 'small' man of about 3 feet or so in height. His job is to don a suit of various animals and stand outside the Kids Kemp shop welcoming the customers and the kids who walk in. He is short, has a rough edge to his face, has a grumpy look perennialy and dresses shabbily when not inside that suit. But once inside the furry suit, he seems to be such a cute little dynamite. He plays around with the kids, waves good-byes to the people passing by the shop, gives little fluffy candies to kids and gives them hugs. Thats his job.
Earlier, I started to be really sorry on seeing him eking out a living by doing such a 'menial' job. Thats why the sigh of sympathy. That's when I saw certain other things.
The kids were so comfortable playing around with the furry dog or a roly-poly rabbit. They enthusiastically shook his hands and climbed on top of him. He was equally happy in cupping their tiny hands and giving them hi-fives ! Thats when I started giving out sigh of joy
This became a daily activity for me gradually. I used to step out of office to have a cup of tea near this store and used to pass by the place where our 'dummy man' stands. Some times when there were no kids to play around with, he would try and while away his time by waving at us and blabbering nonsensical gibberish through the mask over him.... How funny I used to think. I used to just give him my typical smile and move along. And other times I used to see him sitting on his chair, carressing and lovingly playing with a kid. One image will never be erased out of my memory... the image of a small 3 year old girl, sitting on his lap and hugging him. And he too wrapped his claws/hands around her. She sensed this and tightened her hold, her tiny & chubby fingers cushioning inside his furry exterior. What a poignant moment that was !!! I could imagine his face slowly relaxing and enjoying this show of affection, even though I could not see his face inside the mask.
How a little girl, with her innocence, ironed out the creases on his forehead. How a 'simple' job like his, gave him the comforts that I could never get !
Thats when I started to sigh out of envy !
How I would also love to swap places with him, just to experience the touch of child over my skin! My skin has burnt out of lack of touch. An innocent touch of a child, gives me such a tremendous adrenaline rush that I cannot capture it in words or emotions. Everytime any kid - be it my relatives' or my friends'or even strangers'- hugs me or touches me, I feel so elated. Not even a woman's touch feels so good as does a little child's. It comes second only to my mother's touch. :-)
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