Wednesday, June 28, 2006

late nights

late nights...are special in their own ways...i have too many things happening around me right now...have to complete a few statistics notes before i can go attend tomorrow's lectures...but then its late and i honestly cant stay up for too long...so i decide to keep the bedroom door open so tht i can hear some tennis commentary....sania mirza playing...i personally hate that dame but then..come on...its too late to bother..hehe...and then i have my pc on..with my orkut logged on...am kinda bored of it so have it minimized right now..but yes, its a great back up...
i also have my cell phone around for some sms updates..
and then this happens...i just have to switch on my winamp player...and the music flows...bryan adams..best of me...i'm ready....
i like to see u, thought i'd like u to know...i wanna be with u...everyday...cause i got a feeling...
there is only one thing...i can say...i'm ready...to love u...i'm ready...to hold u...i'm ready...to love u...i'm ready....to hold u....i'm ready as i'm gonna beeeee....
coincidently it starts raining...beautiful weather, cool breeze...it just makes you forget everything around..how i wish i could go to the terrace with my headphones on...sit peacefully and enjoy the rains...no one to disturb, no one to question, no one to answer...just me, myself...this is life...
and it just goes on and on...
suddenly it strikes....alpha...beta..gamma...symbols....notes...books...STATISTICS....
late nights....are special...!!!!!

Sunday, June 25, 2006

6am...

"Aditya...uuth aata...saha(6) wajle..sir yetil aata...lavkar uuth"
who is this calling out? waking this young little kid so early in the morning? come on..he is barely ten..he needs some sleep..well, thats my ever so strict and ever so straight forward...my aaji (granny) .
the year is 1993, i cant remember the dates now..the year i started playing table-tennis...to compete..
going back a little more, let me start with the days when my baba (dad) and gauri tai (my sis) used to go to this small little place called YMCA to play table-tennis..i was barely 6 or maybe 7..i was too young to understand this game..i was barely the height of the table..i watched them play..and maybe thats how the interest evolved..in a couple of months, aai (mom) and baba made me join the coaching class at YMCA..i started playing under the guidance of Mr.Suryavanshi, a fairly old man with a stern voice and a sweet tone..does it contradict my statements? well..he was just like that.i used to shiver with fever whenever he gave a stern look, but then he was one of the most caring people i had ever seen..my coaching used to last for 10mins. thats what it was back then..Not like the 2hr and 4hr coaching classes that we have these days..hehe..but then, i was a beginner then and those 10 mins were enough to get my basics right.."Aditya, Forehand drive." and bang, my tiny little head and my hand came up at the right time to play that stroke..hehe...those were the days...Days, months went by and i was upgraded to 20mins of coaching..my my, i felt so proud...
one fine day, my mom said...Suryavanshi sir is retiring...there is a new sir who will coach you...i didnt know what was coming by...my life was about to change...a few days later, when at YMCA..i saw this man, 25yrs of age...short, lanky with a small moustache and almost a bald head..well, he looked so much like my earlier sir..just younger...Mr.Deepak Mani...My new coach...
I was his first student..though upgraded to 20mins coaching, i was a little kid with no experience..and my new sir, was equally new...not to the game but to coaching...he didnt believe in the 20min coaching scheme..well, he had a different mindset...a different style all together..
So thats how it all started...

sir will be here anytime..he comes to pick me up at 6:30 sharp...6 days a week...why? so that he can play with me for an hour..6:30 to 7:30...thats the official time...we never stopped playing before 8am though...he made me work hard, made me play as much as possible...made me exercise...run, jog, sprint, skipping, duck walks, frog jumps, sit ups, shadow practice...god..how i hated doing that. but then, i realised it brought me great joy...happiness...satisfaction...confidence...success...glory...recognition...and it went on and on...it was then and it is now...nothing has changed....

"Aditya...uuth aata...saha(6) wajle..sir yetil aata...lavkar uuth"

First ever blog

i dont believe myself..Never ever thought of even writing something on the net...my life has always beeen a closed book..very few people know the real me..and am really happy with it..i get my privacy..and maybe thats the reason why i never thought of this blog system..anyways, now that i am here...i should start with something atleast...maybe not today...i have nothing to write...or maybe i do..but i dont know how to express it..i have constant thoughts running through my brains but maybe am just too scared to put it in words...words....expression...fear...