Sing as though no one’s listening

It is one of those days when you are in full song. Quite literally as you walk past the mild fog while humming the song that’s on the mind. I do not intend to think much into why this is happening. In a strange way, I am beginning to like the winter and the coolness associated with it. It’s a pain waking up and accidentally touching one’s feet on the cold marble floor. It feels like walking on frozen ice. Trust me, in places where there is no provision for centralised heating; it can be quite an experience. But, that’s how it is and you know, in the end it’s an experience 🙂

I am making my breakfast after having a really hot shower, the feel of which would last few seconds, before the cool ambient air surrounds my body and I run towards my wardrobe. Actually, I don’t run, but if I am walking on my barefoot, oh man, it is really running time.

After a long time with Delhi summer, it’s been layered clothing from past two to three weeks. It is good to see people experimenting with lots of combination with their outfits. In fact, I love watching others during winter. When I am walking, exchanging pleasantries is a nice feeling. When fully equipped in the clothes section, I must admit, I love winters all the more.

Coming back to the singer in me, it is something nice when you walk around streets and singing songs from inside. Very oblivious to events around me and all I am bothered is to enrich the experience and feel it completely. In this regard, I love walking more than running, because of it being more rhythmic to my moods. I guess, I haven’t mastered to sync the run with my moods when compared with walking. This is my assessment. Is this the feeling, “My Dil goes Hmmmm”? Well, I am trying to ask too many questions here and I don’t feel like thinking about it….

This feeling was warmed with the hot mushroom soup which I had few minutes ago. A bonfire with a book is something ideal considering the fact, I am all by myself…. Well, things could be much better; but you don’t feel bad…It’s just one of those days when you are in this kind of a mood. One such mode where I am singing it loud as though no one’s listening 🙂

Can you hear the song I am singing? Is that so, good for you 🙂

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Countdown to the D-Day Part I

This very day, April 6th last year will go down as the day that triggered or should say the day that determined my future path. Just as when I had a feeling, I had quite a tough stroll in the park, did a good job of going through it. But it Happened One Evening. The day being a Sunday, 6th of April, 2008. I was able to appreciate it better because of few events that preceded this day. Although, one cannot fathom the relevance, but personally, all the events were important for what I turned out to be on that day.
This goes back to December 2007, when I was making plans about visiting Rajasthan with my mother. It was just two of us. I had made all the plans of visit.
I got a mail from a very revered senior from my college about teaming up for an All India Cricket Quiz, sponsored by History Channel. I agreed. The next few days, it was calls at the most unexpected times, No hello, Just a funda (an appreciated factoid) from cricket would pop up, when I was working, sleeping or while having food. That was the passion he had, or the superior managerial skills to pump up the intensity before a contest.

The quiz was to be held in Delhi on the last week of January 2008. We did well to weather the cold in the first place. It so happened, I got myself acquainted with a friend (Deepthi) of mine in Gurgaon. She was kind enough to allow me stay in her house, make Pav Bhaji one evening, went out with her friends to have a hot cup of chai (tea) in the mid-night. That was cold and never had I experienced so much (2 degrees) before coming to Switzerland.
Pradeep and I dreamt about smashing the quiz in our very own style. This was the second time we paired up as a team, the first one being for the Cricinfo Quiz conducted by Siddhartha Vaidyanathan and George Binoy in Bangalore.
The theme was cricket, and we qualified for the finals and felt a bit warm inside the auditorium. The finals didn’t turn out the way we wanted. We missed quite a few sitters, coming third in the end. We left the auditorium disappointed and off we went to airport. I messaged him early next morning about taking part in the second round at Mumbai.
I was running short of cash, since I had made all the arrangements for a long Rajasthan trip. But, something inside me was haunting throughout. It was a case of redemption for me and for us as a team in general. Its not often we get a chance to prove ourselves that we are one among the league of very good Sports Quizzers in India. We knew we had to do it for ourselves if not for Rs 50000 as cash prize for winners.
A fortnight later, Mumbai it was. On the Valentine’s Day I land in Mumbai. Oh, Ya, Good way to celebrate it, isn’t it? In my case, it was the best possible way to ward off any feelings whatsoever.
Next day, while he had some work to finish, I took this opportunity to meet a good friend of mine Keith. We chatted after a long time, ever since he settled down in Mumbai.
Post Lunch, Pradeep and I were back for some Quizzing action. Bang bang, we were right on target from the go. Topped the prelims by miles and it felt good for us in the finals.
The form continued in the finals as we thrashed everyone by 130 point margin. It was ruthless, felt for a while, as to why I idolise Sachin, Schumacher and Sampras. It was for kicks for being sheer ruthless, not quite the way that undermine others though. It was a point to prove scenario for ourselves. To restore our pride, in some way, lost pride.
“How about the All India Motorsports quiz?” – Pradeep
I said – “We will do it mate”.
While I sat on a late night flight to Bangalore from Mumbai, I wondered, Can we repeat this again. Let’s see, for the moment I was looking forward for my trip to Rajasthan.