Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
My one Wish !
How I wish I could explain my actions!!!!
If God was to give me three wishes, I would choose to be given a chance to explain to them, why I did what I did.
Hell, its suffocating not to have this freedom. For a person who believes in communicating no matter what and for a person who can express and communicate well, I have been deprived of opportunities to explain my actions at the most critical junctures of my life.
Its such a hypocritical feeling.... preaching to the whole world to communicate, but unable to do so myself.
Even now, I have stories to narrate, unknown incidents to reveal, logics to be explained, situations to be recollected..... and yet HE/SHE up above the world so high, wants me not to be nigh.
So to keep me alive, kicking and tripping - HE has ordained upon me, this decree !
If God was to give me three wishes, I would choose to be given a chance to explain to them, why I did what I did.
Hell, its suffocating not to have this freedom. For a person who believes in communicating no matter what and for a person who can express and communicate well, I have been deprived of opportunities to explain my actions at the most critical junctures of my life.
Its such a hypocritical feeling.... preaching to the whole world to communicate, but unable to do so myself.
Even now, I have stories to narrate, unknown incidents to reveal, logics to be explained, situations to be recollected..... and yet HE/SHE up above the world so high, wants me not to be nigh.
So to keep me alive, kicking and tripping - HE has ordained upon me, this decree !
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Poets of the Fall
I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill
Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill
Can I deliver this used up shiver
To how I pronounce my life
And leave it up to faith to go by its own will
Back row to the left
A little to the side
Slightly out of place
Look beyond the light
Where you'd least expect
There's someone special
A foggy morning greets me quietly today
I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way
And ever further I run to find her
I yearn to define my life
Placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way
Back row to the left
A little to the side
Slightly out of place
Look beyond the light
Where you'd least expect
There's someone special
And she's here to write her name
On my skin with kisses in the rain
Hold my head and ease my pain
In a world that's gone insane...
Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill
Can I deliver this used up shiver
To how I pronounce my life
And leave it up to faith to go by its own will
Back row to the left
A little to the side
Slightly out of place
Look beyond the light
Where you'd least expect
There's someone special
A foggy morning greets me quietly today
I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way
And ever further I run to find her
I yearn to define my life
Placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way
Back row to the left
A little to the side
Slightly out of place
Look beyond the light
Where you'd least expect
There's someone special
And she's here to write her name
On my skin with kisses in the rain
Hold my head and ease my pain
In a world that's gone insane...
Friday, May 15, 2009
...and it was called 'Yellow'
* A lake, a river, a stream, a rivulet, a puddle - all of these have an edge, the edge of the water. The edge where the water shallows out and gently laps up to the land. I absolutely love to see the water's edge ending up in blades of grass. You know when there is grass cover on the edge of the lake, stream, puddle - and the water slowly tapers laterlly to meet that blade of grass. It is such a pleasing sight to the eyes. Especially when Sun rays make the water's edge glint. Brilliant.
whenever going in a train, please look out and you will find plenty of such 'water's edges'. I believe this sight is even better than the view of the mountains over the same lake, or the waves of the lake. I always intently watch these peripheral beauties than the actual water. Lovely. Try looking out for it.
* Saw this family caught at the railway station without a ticket. And obviously they cannot pay the steep fine. So what do they do. I dont know. I was utterly helpless. The fellow tried to save himself 200 bucks by not getting the train tickets and now has to end up paying nearly 1000 bucks as fine. 1000 rupees is huge for him. That was half a month's salary for him. The old woman, his mother, two kids and his wife - all looking like lost souls. And the ticket checker shouting obscenities at him and abusing the old woman for pleading with him. I dont know what to do. Am confused
whenever going in a train, please look out and you will find plenty of such 'water's edges'. I believe this sight is even better than the view of the mountains over the same lake, or the waves of the lake. I always intently watch these peripheral beauties than the actual water. Lovely. Try looking out for it.
* Saw this family caught at the railway station without a ticket. And obviously they cannot pay the steep fine. So what do they do. I dont know. I was utterly helpless. The fellow tried to save himself 200 bucks by not getting the train tickets and now has to end up paying nearly 1000 bucks as fine. 1000 rupees is huge for him. That was half a month's salary for him. The old woman, his mother, two kids and his wife - all looking like lost souls. And the ticket checker shouting obscenities at him and abusing the old woman for pleading with him. I dont know what to do. Am confused
Some get made, and some get sent !
May 11, 2009
I came, I saw and I conquered !
A bit immodest, but what the heck !! Am really in an upbeat mood today. The team that I was in and captained, has won a tournament. As I said earlier, I have been playing some football with the guys at the stadium. The coach announced that a tournament would be held among the club’s players with all the 80 players divided into 4 teams. One of the teams called the Dodgers Lions, was handed over to me and I was supposed to captain the side. It could not have started from a worse note, with one of the senior players unhappy with him being in my team, away from his friends. He refused to do anything and just sat there sulking. This started the other players complaining of how weak a team the Lions were and how we should be getting some more better players. I knew I had a huge task on my hands.
Here was I just 4 days old into the stadium scheme of things and the guys didn’t even know who I was and where had I suddenly appeared from. The only people who recognized me on the field were my old coach and a couple of mommies of the kids who were also in the academy the year before. So it was up to me to create a healthy team-spirit and with my bitter experiences at witnessing dictatorial styles of leadership, I decided to be a cheerful and happy go-lucky but an intelligent leader. There was no way I could get away with vetoing the guys’ ideas or giving them lengthy advices. It would just have made the team members treat me like the Kolkata Knight Riders treating John Buchanan !
So there was I listening to each one of them and saying that what they are saying is right. But what I could do, to my relief, was to make them listen to me as well. I told them to play strategically and in an organized. An ordinary team can be successful only when each member realizes her/his role in the scheme of things and is willing to essay it. I gave them the option of choosing whatever positions they wanted to play, because I did not have the respect of the players to even command them to do something that they were not comfortable with . This democratic policy did give me some strategic headaches with certain weaknesses creeping in to the shape of the team, but then I had no choice but to proceed.
Thankfully the team covered up the weaknesses with an inspired display in the first game to win it emphatically 4-0. I was glad that I had marshaled the mid-field play well and with my passing skills, helped in keeping the opposition away from the ball. I thought I had done pretty well. We were having a team meeting after the game and discussing about what happened. That’s when one of the junior boys got up and loudly announced that I was not playing well and that I was proving to be a slow-coach in the middle !!!! I was shocked !!! Me – a slow-coach ???????? You must be kidding. I am supposed to be one of the fastest guys on the circuit. Kid, I can run 100 meters in 10.9 seconds flat !! The selector of Gujarat once had congratulated me on my agility and speed on the field. I can’t be slow !!!!
Suddenly there was silence in our bunch. I realised that probably he was right since it was long time ago that I could stake a claim to be fast and now with lack of practice I was slower than what my alter-ego thought. I could see that some of the seniors in the team were intently watching me. I honestly could not make out if they agreed with the boy or not, but nevertheless I took a huge step in probably saving our team from further blame game, by just smiling at the boy and just offered him a “ok”. This thankfully had the desired effect and there was no further blame game. But inside of me, there was this lurking suspicion about what would happen if we lost a match in the future. Anyway, I offered my team bananas, glucose, cold-drinks and snacks. No wonder, they slowly started calling me a ‘wannabe Shane Warne’. I was considerably older than my team-mates and was not regular on the football circuit of the city. I had come in from Bangalore and was playing with this team for a couple of weeks for the love of the game. They found it amusing and did not lose any opportunity to pull my leg.
The weakness that I had mentioned earlier, cost us in the second game with us conceding a goal in the first half of the game. We went into the break a goal down and the mood in the team was somber. I refrained from making any speeches.Teams are so used to half-time speeches, that if someone does not make it, they think that he is not interested. Slowly a bit of bickering started with the usual suspects calling for changes in the formation and the style. They were suggesting some changes that did not make much sense to me, since I was convinced that we are better off playing the way we were. I didn’t want to make the same mistake that I made in my college days- both at UG level playing for my college team and at PG level tournament – both instances I changed the strategy half-way and had to pay the price for it. This time I just walked off with my banana announcing that there would be no changes, no substitutions and no strategy changes till we pump in two more goals. I just said that and went back to the field to practice with the ball. This probably had a tremendous effect on the players ( which I came to know much later) One of the parents who was a spectator commented, “Look at your captain, he is so cool and composed. He knows there is nothing to worry about. Then why are you boys so jittery. Go out there and play with him.” Only I knew that I was far from composed. I blurted out those words, but now I knew there was going to egg on my face if something positive did not happen in the second half.
We resumed the game after the break and probably due to the adrenaline rush, our team got a corner kick on the right side of the goal post. Normally the better, faster players take the initiative to kick the ball in such situations, but this time I ran across 50 meters to snatch the ball and take the corner kick with my weaker left foot. My team mates protested. They said, “take it with the right. Left will not be powerful enough” Let me tell you that none of my team mates could use their left leg to kick the ball since they were all ‘uni-footed’ players. I just stared at them and continued placing the ball at the corner spot to kick it with the left. Pure football logic said that taking the kick with the left and curling the ball into the post, so that somebody could head it in, was the better plan – and I stuck to it. I curled it in with my left leg and sure enough it created such confusion in the opposition defense that one of the players handled the ball in order to clear it from the danger area and this resulted in us getting a penalty kick, which, yes you guessed it right – I took and pumped in our first goal. !!!!
That was all that was needed for my team. They responded to this with tremendous spirit and skill and by the time we finished the game, we had won the game 3-1. The penalty kick was the last time I had to kick the ball hard, since thereafter the ball never crossed our half line to come to me. The boys saw to it that they gave me enough rest at the back and put the game to bed with an inspired performance. Probably this game gave me the most satisfaction since - I had contributed to the team. Nobody spoke to me or praised me – which was fine with me, since I could sense a new found respect in their eyes for me and this is all that I wanted.
I carried this individual euphoria in to our next game thinking of myself as a brilliant and gem of a player. No wonder, I was the worst player on the park for those 90 minutes. I was so pathetic in the game due to my over-confidence that I even conceded a goal due to my silly mistake even though our team was cruising along. The crowd booed but my team mates kept silent and encouraged me. I can never forget the fact that they stood by me when I was doing badly. Again a sign of how good a team we were when it came to playing like a unit. We won the match and progressively the tournament with an all-win record. We were the apple of the eye of all the spectators since we played a style of football that they were not used to seeing in the local tournaments. And what’s more, some of our players got noticed by some key people who run football in the city. I just hope a couple of the boys make it big and remember the time when this old man played a part in them playing the style of football that is different from what is played at the local clubs.
The prize distribution ceremony was held with the parents in attendance and I returned home with a gold medal, four yeas after I had left competitive football. My mother joked about how I still thought of myself as a kid and didn’t want to stop bringing home medals, hoping that mom and dad would give him ice-cream ( ya, I used to get ice-cream whenever I won anything in school or college).
Anyways it was a wonderful experience for me, on a vacation back home. Never thought I would spend my break from work, slogging it out in the 40+ degree heat of Gujarat. Everyday I was on the field from 2:30 pm to 7:30 pm and my mom is already complaining about me losing my complexion. Mothers, I tell you, can create a fuss about the silliest of things. How does complexion matter for a guy, I never have understood. But she goes about complaining to all the aunties and uncles that “my boy was so much fatter and fairer when he came from Bangalore. Now look at him !! He is half the size and looks as if he has not seen food for ten days ! And look at his skin !!! Its ruined !!!” I quip that I am her son, not her daughter !!! God !she is funny !!
I came, I saw and I conquered !
A bit immodest, but what the heck !! Am really in an upbeat mood today. The team that I was in and captained, has won a tournament. As I said earlier, I have been playing some football with the guys at the stadium. The coach announced that a tournament would be held among the club’s players with all the 80 players divided into 4 teams. One of the teams called the Dodgers Lions, was handed over to me and I was supposed to captain the side. It could not have started from a worse note, with one of the senior players unhappy with him being in my team, away from his friends. He refused to do anything and just sat there sulking. This started the other players complaining of how weak a team the Lions were and how we should be getting some more better players. I knew I had a huge task on my hands.
Here was I just 4 days old into the stadium scheme of things and the guys didn’t even know who I was and where had I suddenly appeared from. The only people who recognized me on the field were my old coach and a couple of mommies of the kids who were also in the academy the year before. So it was up to me to create a healthy team-spirit and with my bitter experiences at witnessing dictatorial styles of leadership, I decided to be a cheerful and happy go-lucky but an intelligent leader. There was no way I could get away with vetoing the guys’ ideas or giving them lengthy advices. It would just have made the team members treat me like the Kolkata Knight Riders treating John Buchanan !
So there was I listening to each one of them and saying that what they are saying is right. But what I could do, to my relief, was to make them listen to me as well. I told them to play strategically and in an organized. An ordinary team can be successful only when each member realizes her/his role in the scheme of things and is willing to essay it. I gave them the option of choosing whatever positions they wanted to play, because I did not have the respect of the players to even command them to do something that they were not comfortable with . This democratic policy did give me some strategic headaches with certain weaknesses creeping in to the shape of the team, but then I had no choice but to proceed.
Thankfully the team covered up the weaknesses with an inspired display in the first game to win it emphatically 4-0. I was glad that I had marshaled the mid-field play well and with my passing skills, helped in keeping the opposition away from the ball. I thought I had done pretty well. We were having a team meeting after the game and discussing about what happened. That’s when one of the junior boys got up and loudly announced that I was not playing well and that I was proving to be a slow-coach in the middle !!!! I was shocked !!! Me – a slow-coach ???????? You must be kidding. I am supposed to be one of the fastest guys on the circuit. Kid, I can run 100 meters in 10.9 seconds flat !! The selector of Gujarat once had congratulated me on my agility and speed on the field. I can’t be slow !!!!
Suddenly there was silence in our bunch. I realised that probably he was right since it was long time ago that I could stake a claim to be fast and now with lack of practice I was slower than what my alter-ego thought. I could see that some of the seniors in the team were intently watching me. I honestly could not make out if they agreed with the boy or not, but nevertheless I took a huge step in probably saving our team from further blame game, by just smiling at the boy and just offered him a “ok”. This thankfully had the desired effect and there was no further blame game. But inside of me, there was this lurking suspicion about what would happen if we lost a match in the future. Anyway, I offered my team bananas, glucose, cold-drinks and snacks. No wonder, they slowly started calling me a ‘wannabe Shane Warne’. I was considerably older than my team-mates and was not regular on the football circuit of the city. I had come in from Bangalore and was playing with this team for a couple of weeks for the love of the game. They found it amusing and did not lose any opportunity to pull my leg.
The weakness that I had mentioned earlier, cost us in the second game with us conceding a goal in the first half of the game. We went into the break a goal down and the mood in the team was somber. I refrained from making any speeches.Teams are so used to half-time speeches, that if someone does not make it, they think that he is not interested. Slowly a bit of bickering started with the usual suspects calling for changes in the formation and the style. They were suggesting some changes that did not make much sense to me, since I was convinced that we are better off playing the way we were. I didn’t want to make the same mistake that I made in my college days- both at UG level playing for my college team and at PG level tournament – both instances I changed the strategy half-way and had to pay the price for it. This time I just walked off with my banana announcing that there would be no changes, no substitutions and no strategy changes till we pump in two more goals. I just said that and went back to the field to practice with the ball. This probably had a tremendous effect on the players ( which I came to know much later) One of the parents who was a spectator commented, “Look at your captain, he is so cool and composed. He knows there is nothing to worry about. Then why are you boys so jittery. Go out there and play with him.” Only I knew that I was far from composed. I blurted out those words, but now I knew there was going to egg on my face if something positive did not happen in the second half.
We resumed the game after the break and probably due to the adrenaline rush, our team got a corner kick on the right side of the goal post. Normally the better, faster players take the initiative to kick the ball in such situations, but this time I ran across 50 meters to snatch the ball and take the corner kick with my weaker left foot. My team mates protested. They said, “take it with the right. Left will not be powerful enough” Let me tell you that none of my team mates could use their left leg to kick the ball since they were all ‘uni-footed’ players. I just stared at them and continued placing the ball at the corner spot to kick it with the left. Pure football logic said that taking the kick with the left and curling the ball into the post, so that somebody could head it in, was the better plan – and I stuck to it. I curled it in with my left leg and sure enough it created such confusion in the opposition defense that one of the players handled the ball in order to clear it from the danger area and this resulted in us getting a penalty kick, which, yes you guessed it right – I took and pumped in our first goal. !!!!
That was all that was needed for my team. They responded to this with tremendous spirit and skill and by the time we finished the game, we had won the game 3-1. The penalty kick was the last time I had to kick the ball hard, since thereafter the ball never crossed our half line to come to me. The boys saw to it that they gave me enough rest at the back and put the game to bed with an inspired performance. Probably this game gave me the most satisfaction since - I had contributed to the team. Nobody spoke to me or praised me – which was fine with me, since I could sense a new found respect in their eyes for me and this is all that I wanted.
I carried this individual euphoria in to our next game thinking of myself as a brilliant and gem of a player. No wonder, I was the worst player on the park for those 90 minutes. I was so pathetic in the game due to my over-confidence that I even conceded a goal due to my silly mistake even though our team was cruising along. The crowd booed but my team mates kept silent and encouraged me. I can never forget the fact that they stood by me when I was doing badly. Again a sign of how good a team we were when it came to playing like a unit. We won the match and progressively the tournament with an all-win record. We were the apple of the eye of all the spectators since we played a style of football that they were not used to seeing in the local tournaments. And what’s more, some of our players got noticed by some key people who run football in the city. I just hope a couple of the boys make it big and remember the time when this old man played a part in them playing the style of football that is different from what is played at the local clubs.
The prize distribution ceremony was held with the parents in attendance and I returned home with a gold medal, four yeas after I had left competitive football. My mother joked about how I still thought of myself as a kid and didn’t want to stop bringing home medals, hoping that mom and dad would give him ice-cream ( ya, I used to get ice-cream whenever I won anything in school or college).
Anyways it was a wonderful experience for me, on a vacation back home. Never thought I would spend my break from work, slogging it out in the 40+ degree heat of Gujarat. Everyday I was on the field from 2:30 pm to 7:30 pm and my mom is already complaining about me losing my complexion. Mothers, I tell you, can create a fuss about the silliest of things. How does complexion matter for a guy, I never have understood. But she goes about complaining to all the aunties and uncles that “my boy was so much fatter and fairer when he came from Bangalore. Now look at him !! He is half the size and looks as if he has not seen food for ten days ! And look at his skin !!! Its ruined !!!” I quip that I am her son, not her daughter !!! God !she is funny !!
Shoot an apple off my head !
For me, the football practice this year, has been intense. Well, the first day I went to play at my club, I saw a zillion kids kicking up some decent dust with their football studs/boots. As usual the mommy brigade was also there with some curvaceous aunties playing doting mommies to their toddler kids who had been brought to the training ground to get their sporting genes activated. I always feel that these parents bring their kids to play football only to check if everything is all right with their kids – “ does my Bablu have his bearings right?" "is my chintu having enough strength in his lungs to run up and down ten times without asking for water?” . What else explains them bringing their off-springs to the football ground – of course its not that they want their child to become the ‘next big thing’ in football!!! Surely its not for the fame and the money – if it were, then they would be sending them to the cricket ground where there are no dearth of training camps. No parent will send her kid to the football ground with an eye on money. Its just to tell her kitty party friends that “oh my son is getting trained at the ‘Dodgers Football Academy’ . you see, playing football is ‘different’.
Anyways, whatever be the reason, I see lot of mommies coming to the stadium and placing themselves on to the concrete stands, where we put our kit-bags and usually sit before the game to discuss and change. Some mothers bring three different bottles along with them – one with water, one with juice and one with glucose. My god, how I hate hand-kerchiefs. I never carry one even to office, forget about carrying one to the football ground , goodness Gracious me !!! I saw this kid with a hand-kerchief pinned to his football jersey. I just rolled my eyes and walked away from the ‘doting mother’. The sweat and the dirt is a part and parcel of the game – sorry the game is not for the vain. It’s a pity that some parents play such a protective role that sometimes it just hampers the child’s perspective of things.
Neverthless, I still do not mind the feminine presence on the field. It adds some spice to the drab and dreary surroundings. I still remember when we used to be in school/college and sometimes we used to have some of our friends’ girl-friends coming along to watch their boy-friends play. It also was a time when the boys could spend some time with their girls without being seen in public, since football ground is not a place where your snoopy parents would come hunting. Anyways, feminine presence always used to create a buzz and no wonder all the individual football skills were promptly put on display. Suddenly the bandanas and the head-bands appeared, the ball would go to the edge of the field more often and there would be wild swipes taken at the ball, to make it reach the stands. Ha ! Ha ! Yours truly was no different as far as the excitement at seeing the beauties was concerned, but I was acutely aware that I should better not get embarrassed conceding a goal with my inept display and make a mockery of myself in front of the fairer audience. The guys would always question me and I would sagely reply “those are someone else’s girlfriends. And I don’t want to make my team-mates jealous by attracting her attentions” ;-P And I would shrug my shoulders and walk away without looking at their reaction – which I can say without an iota of doubt was jeers and laughter !!! They would have laughed their brains out at my statements.
Cutting back to the present - the aunties did notice me as a considerably older boy among their sugarbabies. I come early and do my warm and kick around with the tiny ones while the bigger boys troop in later. This gives a chance to do all the exercise and have the young kids entertain me with their take on football and how it should be played. Once I had a tutorial on how to kick a ball by a 5 year old who was disgusted at the way I was kicking the ball. After the ten minute session was over, I admitted that ‘some of the best advice comes for free and from the most unlikely of sources’.
Anyways, whatever be the reason, I see lot of mommies coming to the stadium and placing themselves on to the concrete stands, where we put our kit-bags and usually sit before the game to discuss and change. Some mothers bring three different bottles along with them – one with water, one with juice and one with glucose. My god, how I hate hand-kerchiefs. I never carry one even to office, forget about carrying one to the football ground , goodness Gracious me !!! I saw this kid with a hand-kerchief pinned to his football jersey. I just rolled my eyes and walked away from the ‘doting mother’. The sweat and the dirt is a part and parcel of the game – sorry the game is not for the vain. It’s a pity that some parents play such a protective role that sometimes it just hampers the child’s perspective of things.
Neverthless, I still do not mind the feminine presence on the field. It adds some spice to the drab and dreary surroundings. I still remember when we used to be in school/college and sometimes we used to have some of our friends’ girl-friends coming along to watch their boy-friends play. It also was a time when the boys could spend some time with their girls without being seen in public, since football ground is not a place where your snoopy parents would come hunting. Anyways, feminine presence always used to create a buzz and no wonder all the individual football skills were promptly put on display. Suddenly the bandanas and the head-bands appeared, the ball would go to the edge of the field more often and there would be wild swipes taken at the ball, to make it reach the stands. Ha ! Ha ! Yours truly was no different as far as the excitement at seeing the beauties was concerned, but I was acutely aware that I should better not get embarrassed conceding a goal with my inept display and make a mockery of myself in front of the fairer audience. The guys would always question me and I would sagely reply “those are someone else’s girlfriends. And I don’t want to make my team-mates jealous by attracting her attentions” ;-P And I would shrug my shoulders and walk away without looking at their reaction – which I can say without an iota of doubt was jeers and laughter !!! They would have laughed their brains out at my statements.
Cutting back to the present - the aunties did notice me as a considerably older boy among their sugarbabies. I come early and do my warm and kick around with the tiny ones while the bigger boys troop in later. This gives a chance to do all the exercise and have the young kids entertain me with their take on football and how it should be played. Once I had a tutorial on how to kick a ball by a 5 year old who was disgusted at the way I was kicking the ball. After the ten minute session was over, I admitted that ‘some of the best advice comes for free and from the most unlikely of sources’.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Simple Joys :-)
Sitting at the airport, most of us can spend time observerving other passengers if not reading. And especially if there are some 'interesting' characters around, it is all the more difficult to keep you eyes on to the book that you are reading. I had a family with a couple and their 6 year old girl child sitting next to me the waiting lounge before the security check. As usual I was reading my book and also keeping a keen eye on them, for I am always fascinated with kids and can spend hours watching them do all their shenanigans !
The man was taking an international flight and the kid with her mother were taking a domestic one to Delhi. So they seperated with just a small hug and went on for their respective security checks. The man was soft but matter of fact and showed little emotions. So was the woman and surprisingly there was no hug for the child reserved by her father !My scheming mind was by now working over-time cooking up stories about how the couples lose their ability to indulge in public displays of affection, after a few years of marriage and etc etc.
I also finished with my checks and was again waiting to board, when I saw the girl and her mother sitting behind me. After a few moments, I saw the same man making his way across the waiting lounge and entering the international boarding lounge. The domestic and international sections were seperated by a glass partioning and hence we could see both the sides. The man didnt realise that his family was sitting across the lobby and unawares he settled down on his seat and was waiting.
The wife who was sitting a few rows behind me saw him and suddenly cried out in utter surprise !!!
Now this was sight to remember... this petite lady jumped from her seat and started waving frantically at her husband. And as expected the little one too joined in the fun and started prancing around. Immediately her husband looked up and saw his 'jumping wife and prancing daughter'. He just smiled and lifted a lazy arm over his head to wave at them. That's it !!!! The lady and her kid immediately ran across the few rows and came and sat in the first row of the domestic lobby - directly facing her husband who was seperated from them by a huge glass panel.
She had this lovely smile on her face while she was watching her husband and he too had a shy smile on his face. I was wondering on how lovely the moment was. Women love surprises, I am telling you. The same man evoked little emotion, when leaving for his flight check-in and now when they thought they had parted and won't meet each other ... they serendipitiously meet and this brings out heithro hidden emotions on her face. Lovely !!
But then, the man never even for a moment got up from his seat and never for a moment gave away anything more than a smile even after being surpirsed. Whereas his wife , who was a picture of solemnity a while back, was now jumping around like a litttle girl who has found her way into wonderland !! How different are the ways men and women react to the same situations, na ? When things are normal and expected, the women reflect a different personality. But when there is surprise in store, then we witness a completely differnt personality of a woman. She will emote and emote big time !! The guys will just take it all with a smile and a shrug of the shoulder... the lady will throw her poise and elegance out of the window and wear her heart on her sleeve ( or sleeveless !!) Interesting !!!
I could see that the woman was enjoying this tantalising situation of her husband sitting just ten meters away , facing her and yet not able to touch or speak to each other... it thrilled her to no end !! And he was just soaking in all the excitement that his wife was suddenly experiencing... how wonderful is a woman, who can find joy and pleasure out of such situations !! I am always amazed by this !!
Unforgetable learning for me !! This one !! Made my day !! Simple Joys !!!
The man was taking an international flight and the kid with her mother were taking a domestic one to Delhi. So they seperated with just a small hug and went on for their respective security checks. The man was soft but matter of fact and showed little emotions. So was the woman and surprisingly there was no hug for the child reserved by her father !My scheming mind was by now working over-time cooking up stories about how the couples lose their ability to indulge in public displays of affection, after a few years of marriage and etc etc.
I also finished with my checks and was again waiting to board, when I saw the girl and her mother sitting behind me. After a few moments, I saw the same man making his way across the waiting lounge and entering the international boarding lounge. The domestic and international sections were seperated by a glass partioning and hence we could see both the sides. The man didnt realise that his family was sitting across the lobby and unawares he settled down on his seat and was waiting.
The wife who was sitting a few rows behind me saw him and suddenly cried out in utter surprise !!!
Now this was sight to remember... this petite lady jumped from her seat and started waving frantically at her husband. And as expected the little one too joined in the fun and started prancing around. Immediately her husband looked up and saw his 'jumping wife and prancing daughter'. He just smiled and lifted a lazy arm over his head to wave at them. That's it !!!! The lady and her kid immediately ran across the few rows and came and sat in the first row of the domestic lobby - directly facing her husband who was seperated from them by a huge glass panel.
She had this lovely smile on her face while she was watching her husband and he too had a shy smile on his face. I was wondering on how lovely the moment was. Women love surprises, I am telling you. The same man evoked little emotion, when leaving for his flight check-in and now when they thought they had parted and won't meet each other ... they serendipitiously meet and this brings out heithro hidden emotions on her face. Lovely !!
But then, the man never even for a moment got up from his seat and never for a moment gave away anything more than a smile even after being surpirsed. Whereas his wife , who was a picture of solemnity a while back, was now jumping around like a litttle girl who has found her way into wonderland !! How different are the ways men and women react to the same situations, na ? When things are normal and expected, the women reflect a different personality. But when there is surprise in store, then we witness a completely differnt personality of a woman. She will emote and emote big time !! The guys will just take it all with a smile and a shrug of the shoulder... the lady will throw her poise and elegance out of the window and wear her heart on her sleeve ( or sleeveless !!) Interesting !!!
I could see that the woman was enjoying this tantalising situation of her husband sitting just ten meters away , facing her and yet not able to touch or speak to each other... it thrilled her to no end !! And he was just soaking in all the excitement that his wife was suddenly experiencing... how wonderful is a woman, who can find joy and pleasure out of such situations !! I am always amazed by this !!
Unforgetable learning for me !! This one !! Made my day !! Simple Joys !!!
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