Sunday, September 13, 2009

Table Tennis / Passion

hey people...me back.
this blog is dedicated to Table Tennis,my only ultra serious passion in life.and i say "passion" coz i'm proud that at least i have one...i know hundreds of people,and believe me,i can count those people on my fingertips who i know to have a passion...be it philately,numismatics,maths or even girls...lol


“Above all, be true to yourself, and if you cannot put your heart in it, take yourself out of it.”


"Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music -- the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself."



my grandma repeatedly told me...."tere exams paas aa rahe hain....khel ke kya milega?koi faayada nahi"....and my reply is always the same...."main abhi businessman nahi hoon,faayede-nuksaan ke baare mein baad mein soochunga.koi galat kaam nahi kar raha,bas baakiyon se beheter hoon,aur experience ke liye jaa raha hoon"



“The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.”


“There are no failures - just experiences and your reactions to them.”



and finally,


Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.




now,coming back to TT...i recently participated in a TT competition held at a medical college in delhi....including me,there were 8 jocks of our college vying to be the next sensations of the paddle world...but unfortunately,that was not to be.

the sports coordinator guy,as always,seemed clueless about a lot of things,but the event was quite well managed in all.


the first day all 8 of us went there,we could see a bedlam of players hitting flat smashes,looping topspins,and never ending counters.(WE BECAME NERVOUS),and 4 guys opted out of singles.

after having loosened our pockets for a collective of 880 bucks,we were formally registered to the tournament.initially,i kept my mind clear,and made no presumptions....just had confidence in myself,and i sailed thru in all the events.


until that fateful tag appeared----" N A T I O N A L -- L E V E L"


i came to know that my team event match was against a national level guy....(I WAS NERVOUS,EXTRA NERVOUS)


he won the 1st set,but the score read 11-9...which means it was a tough fight
i won the second set...11-5
he won the third set...11-9....tough fight again
my NATIONAL LEVEL opponent won 2-1 set score


reasons for the scoreline :-

set 1---i was just short of pissing in my pants and farting out of match pressure(didn't do either because there were 5-6 HOTTIES watching our games)...lost initial points judging his serve on his hype than on his talent...then came back,but it was too late

set 2---found that backhand chop was his weakness(now go for those looping forehands,sucker),his serve was one of the simplest to counter,and defeated him...

set 3---was bewildered....MAINE YE KAISE KAR DIYA??? and again over anticipated his game

in the singles,i hav no regrets against losing to my opponent,coz i was heavily under-practiced...and none of my trademark backhand smashes found themselves landing on the right side of the table...


MORAL OF THE STORY :-

i. play the game for fun,if u r good enough, u'll win... strategies ARE important, but never underestimate yourself.

ii. practice more,coz a study concept takes 2 days to master,a serve takes 2 months(dont see that happening coz of our respected principal hiding the tables....dunno when the so called TT room will be built)

iii. look at points 1 & 2 again and again.



just want to get a few points very clear....

Follow your heart, but be quiet for a while first. Ask questions, then feel the answer. Learn to trust your heart.”


“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

note : the above quote also applies to all my "friends",who opted for OR and Econometrics....ha,i see their interest in the subjects in the class everyday,when they are not chatting,flying paper planes(ok,i do that),texting,making graffiti etc.




When you are not practicing, remember, someone somewhere is practicing, and when you meet him he will win”


“It's a funny thing, the more I practice the luckier I get"


NEVER UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF, PRACTICE , AND KICK SOME ASS.

AMEN

Sunday, May 24, 2009

24 may,2009



hey guys(and gals....i'm not a chauvinist),back for my second blog...

just finished downloading eminem's latest album--Relapse....

please Eminem,if you are reading this...better stay in retirement than producing such albums which mar your sky high reputation...

which reminds me of a funny quote(may or may not be related to the contents of this post):-

"something's not right when the world's best golfer is black,the world's best rapper is white,and the world's tallest basketball player is chinese..."

anyways,i did like one song from this album,called "Beautiful". Please do let me know if you can connect to this song in any way.i assure you,you will connect in more than one way....The lyrics are as follows:-



Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you

I'm just so frikkin' depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick that mic back up
I don't know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles


Walk my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
All be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get f@#$&d. Just stay true to you
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get f@#$&d. Just stay true to you

I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
Like I want that...
I'm not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need fucking man servin'
Tryin to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain't even funny like that
Ahh Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes
And you don't have to walk no thousand miles


But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get f@#$&d. Just stay true to you
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get f@#$&d. Just stay true to you

Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands with doubt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait but I know to unpack his bags
Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
Cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other's shoes, at least
What size you where?
I wear tens
Let's see if you can fit your feet


Walk my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
All be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get f@#$&d. Just stay true to you
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get f@#$&d. Just stay true to you

Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has a private world
Where they can be alone...
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you

Yea... To my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful


p.s. : i did try my best to cover up all the expletives....and for those which i didn't, u don't mind anyway,do you?

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Saturday, May 23, 2009

23 May,2009

Good evening readers,you are the select few who have the privilege(or the free time) to read my first post...but let me tell you one thing,all the words in this blog may not sound meaningful or funny or adventurous (and other interesting things you are looking for......as i say,show me one man who is interesting,and i'll show u a hundred who arent...).

my summer vacations have started,and like many other resolutions,today,in fact, a few hours before this blog gets online,i resolved to blog whenever i felt i was getting bored,or i considered that i had reached a certain milestone..

Most of my blogs will contain lyrics of the songs i love.No intentions of breaking any copyright laws...i really respect these guys who come up with great music and reach out to millions...i just wanna give these songs some free publicity and elicit certain deep emotions these songs portray...


and yes,please feel free to comment(praise,abuse,criticize,correct,whatever).

now a bit of info about me...i'll be as truthful as i can.

i'm saurabh,and i'm 19 years/1009 weeks/7070 days old as of today...and yes,i used an age calculator from the net to get the above mentioned detailed figures...please do start framing a picture of me from what i just did in the last line...

i consider myself a proper recluse(that guy behind the hustling-bustling crowd standing all alone),but i actually like that...and yes,i looked up the word "recluse" from the microsoft word thesarus feature,i was initially going to type "loner"....keep framing that mental picture...

like you,i've had my bright and dark moments in history(but i can assure you,i wont be remembered -- that's what i feel).i would quote some of these moments if they ever relate to any of my daily experiences.

currently studyn in delhi university,shall be starting my final year of college in about one and a half month's time...

guess that's all for today....it'll be 24 may in 20 minutes time,and it defeats the purpose of me naming the blog as it is...

please ignore any typo's in the blog...and do expect lots and lots of blogs in the future.
i'll try and refrain from using any names in my blog,but my inspiration to blog comes from a junior of mine,whose blogs can be lifted and directly pasted for CAT entrance papers...the web address of his blog is:-
www.vipulnanda.blogspot.com

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