(The True Meaning!!! To be read along with Jogo Bonito. For the sake of linguistic and ‘football’ian clarity, the various soccer terms are italicized.)
What exactly is the Cup Of Life?
Somewhere down the line soccer has to connect to spirituality. After all God is the Goal of every sane mortal (pardon me atheists) and is the Keeper of our fortunes. (I am a devout God-believer!!)
In fact, life is a script that runs parallel to the game. Fate, the field, can be rough and foul things up for us, even before half-time. There maybe other junctures in our lives were the referee called destiny may erringly flash at us the red card of failure for a non-existential offside and we are fared to pay the penalty. We may step upon the banana peel of despair, slip and force the tie into injury-time. Just when we find life too tough an opponent to tackle and resign to our posts, we notice the super-substitute( read-GOD) bicycle from around the corner. He says, “Let’s play possession game. Tap the ball onto my side, pass your troubles onto my feet, I’ll dribble past them for you.”
This done, in no time, you realize you have scored the Golden Goal thanks to a spectacular (Holy) cross from God.
In the post match award function, [venue: Heaven] you are fired a question,
“How could you ever conceive a goal so beautiful? Did anyone have a hand in it?” You do not succumb to the trap. You smile, turn right to God, and gently whisper, “I did nothing!!! It was the Hand of God.” God smiles, turns to you and declares, “Little One!!! You have won the Cup of Life”. You are perplexed. There seems to be no trophy or Cup!! The lord sports an understanding chuckle, “Little One!! Here I am all yours.”
The realization dawns. The Lord is the Cup of Life. The Lord holds you in an embrace and you wonder to yourself.
“Have I won the Cup of Life or,
The Cup of Life has won over me!!!!”
Your tears flow freely-an unambiguous acknowledgement of eternity
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
Your friend … the Phoenix … to rest
In the Beginning there was only me. There was none who knew my glory. In fact, somebody predicted that this world had no use for more than five more of me. Thankfully, Mr. Gates came along and threw open your windows to the world through me ☺.
The moment you came into contact with me we became good pals. You used me as your medium to give vent to your creativity. Through my monitor, I transformed your imagination into visualization. My keyboard was the springboard to your latent talent. As your fingers ran deftly on it, it unlocked all the ideas that were cluttering your mind space, accepting them all gleefully into my ever-fragmenting hard-drive space. My mouse brought the world literally to your fingertips. When you longed for entertainment I was there for you to play with.
Soon ennui ensued. I responded by networking with my fellow brethren, thus making it possible for you to share creativity, enhance your knowledge, extend your reach and spread your ideas. In fact, for long time I was your best mate.
All those times we spent together in SSSHCC were truly wonderful and really unforgettable (Remember the Net Logger) When I took your messages to your geographically distant acquaintances I was your feelings, when I showed your photos of recent events I was your nostalgia, when I spewed out those user-friendly error messages, well, I was just being your honest friend. In short, I was reflection of you when you sat in front of me.
Now, mes amigos, it is time for you to showcase all that you have gleaned from me through this long association and reap rich rewards. While I, after working tirelessly for you all for the past ten months, under my physio’s prescription will effect a change of state – from Jagratha to Sushupthi, on Tuesday, March 7th 2006.
Still, you can rest assured that this phoenix will be back, thanks to my evangelist Mr. Gates, with even newer Vistas when the next academic year begins.
By the way, the first name of Mr. Gates is BILL and I am sure you would clear it in the name of our friendship. See you in June amigos. So long, good bye, Au revoir
Personal.computer@SSSHCC.ciao
The moment you came into contact with me we became good pals. You used me as your medium to give vent to your creativity. Through my monitor, I transformed your imagination into visualization. My keyboard was the springboard to your latent talent. As your fingers ran deftly on it, it unlocked all the ideas that were cluttering your mind space, accepting them all gleefully into my ever-fragmenting hard-drive space. My mouse brought the world literally to your fingertips. When you longed for entertainment I was there for you to play with.
Soon ennui ensued. I responded by networking with my fellow brethren, thus making it possible for you to share creativity, enhance your knowledge, extend your reach and spread your ideas. In fact, for long time I was your best mate.
All those times we spent together in SSSHCC were truly wonderful and really unforgettable (Remember the Net Logger) When I took your messages to your geographically distant acquaintances I was your feelings, when I showed your photos of recent events I was your nostalgia, when I spewed out those user-friendly error messages, well, I was just being your honest friend. In short, I was reflection of you when you sat in front of me.
Now, mes amigos, it is time for you to showcase all that you have gleaned from me through this long association and reap rich rewards. While I, after working tirelessly for you all for the past ten months, under my physio’s prescription will effect a change of state – from Jagratha to Sushupthi, on Tuesday, March 7th 2006.
Still, you can rest assured that this phoenix will be back, thanks to my evangelist Mr. Gates, with even newer Vistas when the next academic year begins.
By the way, the first name of Mr. Gates is BILL and I am sure you would clear it in the name of our friendship. See you in June amigos. So long, good bye, Au revoir
Personal.computer@SSSHCC.ciao
A Sporting Story
(A speech that was given in Hostel, by me when there was a function in the Hostel after the Sports and Cultural meet, which is an annual affair.)
It was near you-in the hurried trotting of footsteps. It was in the corridor- in the haphazard rhythm of the ball bouncing on the floor. It was in the shouts- of ecstasy in a point won, of agony when a muscle strained and of one of the senior most hostel teacher urging us to be punctual measuring time itself by snapping his fingers. It was in the murmurs- of strategies evolved and strengths analyzed. It was in the mind- fervent prayers coupled with self belief. All these were signs. Unmistakable signs. The final confirmation was in the air around last week, in the stench that wafted out of the footwear.
“Sporting Days were here again.”
It is a season where academics allow itself to be overtaken, classes by excuses and the child in everyone peeps out. The season of THE ANNUAL SPORTS AND CULTURAL MEET – a phrase whose only meaning is exhilarating entertainment blended with plentiful pleasure. This season saw a wonderful clash between the two houses in UG. House ‘C’ led by the might of Sonti and the guile of Vamsee managed to pull above House ‘D’ led by dextrous SSA and chivalrous Shravan. It was quite a neck to neck finish in the PG arena as well where House ‘B’ led by versatile Vipin and crafty Kaivalya edged out fierce competition from House ‘A’ led by Herculean Giddi and athletic Arun.
All the tremendous skill that hovers around this place culminated in a performance that would make even the non-connoisseur’s eye watch without batting the lid on Jan 11th. The display could cater to all sorts of tastes. May it be the expectation of outstanding acrobatics and athleticism or musical and balletic aestheticism. All were left enthralled and awestruck at the end of the day. We stood in sincere prayer at the end thanking Him for helping us meet all the challenges that we had to overcome during this season and make a majestic presentation.
We must have gained so much from those challenges and learnt lessons that could be taught in no other form. Challenges brings the best out of Man for one poet said
“The brook would lose its song if God removed the rocks.”
It was near you-in the hurried trotting of footsteps. It was in the corridor- in the haphazard rhythm of the ball bouncing on the floor. It was in the shouts- of ecstasy in a point won, of agony when a muscle strained and of one of the senior most hostel teacher urging us to be punctual measuring time itself by snapping his fingers. It was in the murmurs- of strategies evolved and strengths analyzed. It was in the mind- fervent prayers coupled with self belief. All these were signs. Unmistakable signs. The final confirmation was in the air around last week, in the stench that wafted out of the footwear.
“Sporting Days were here again.”
It is a season where academics allow itself to be overtaken, classes by excuses and the child in everyone peeps out. The season of THE ANNUAL SPORTS AND CULTURAL MEET – a phrase whose only meaning is exhilarating entertainment blended with plentiful pleasure. This season saw a wonderful clash between the two houses in UG. House ‘C’ led by the might of Sonti and the guile of Vamsee managed to pull above House ‘D’ led by dextrous SSA and chivalrous Shravan. It was quite a neck to neck finish in the PG arena as well where House ‘B’ led by versatile Vipin and crafty Kaivalya edged out fierce competition from House ‘A’ led by Herculean Giddi and athletic Arun.
All the tremendous skill that hovers around this place culminated in a performance that would make even the non-connoisseur’s eye watch without batting the lid on Jan 11th. The display could cater to all sorts of tastes. May it be the expectation of outstanding acrobatics and athleticism or musical and balletic aestheticism. All were left enthralled and awestruck at the end of the day. We stood in sincere prayer at the end thanking Him for helping us meet all the challenges that we had to overcome during this season and make a majestic presentation.
We must have gained so much from those challenges and learnt lessons that could be taught in no other form. Challenges brings the best out of Man for one poet said
“The brook would lose its song if God removed the rocks.”
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