The wonderful game called CRICKET

The second most popular sport in the world, having just a third of the number of teams participating in the world cup and less then 20 percent of the number of teams actually playing the sport compared to its big brother sport football.

There are a hell of a lot of people in this country who follow the game just because everyone else does... There are people who love entertainment and a game of cricket is no less drama so they watch the sport..

And there are people like me who love the romance the sport offers... People like me follow the game for the pure spectacle it is... From the pre match show to the last minute of the game observing all the minute details from the field positions to the seam position of the ball... We don't mind watching all the 5 days of a gripping test match down under and wonder why timeless tests were scrapped.. We watch it to witness those fiery spells of fast bowling: like that of Allan Donald to Mike Artheton and the Waugh brothers...like that of curtly ambrose to Steve Waugh... Like that of Morne Morkel and Dale Steyn to the Aussies... Or like the one bowled by Wahab Riaz to Shane Watson... Its the pure romance of a game which the batsman has dominated is dancing to the tune of some really skillful bowling.. We watch it for those epic batting innings played to save or win a test.. Like Laxman's and Rahul's epic partnership in Kolkata... Or the back breaking and a heartbreaking 137 by SACHIN in Chennai... Like the gutsy 144 from Dada at Brisbane or the epic 281 ball 37 from ABD in Sydney to save a test... We love the sport for the little intricacies it provides...There is so much fun in predicting an LBW decision before the umpire decides... There is fun in knowing how LBW works in the first place... To see that screaming cover drive all along the ground from Virat Kohli... Or that short arm punch that Ponting used so effectively to the short ball... We love the game for that one delivery which pitches on middle and hits the top of off... We love it for that ball that is just outside off on the 4th stump that is well left by the batter... We love it when a flat track bully like Rohit Sharma is left to fend off Mitchell Johnson on a fast Perth wicket and he does it with aplomb... We also love it for the people who make the viewing more special... For the witty sledging that happens in the commentary box. We love it for the there is so much stats and math involved.. We love it for the complicated duck worth lewis... The toughest rule available in the sporting world perhaps... We love the game for all the little factors that matter from the crack in the pitch to the seam wearing out to the grain of the wood used in the bats...

Cricket is not just about 4s and 6s... Its a splendour of delicate love making...

MBA CHRONICLES: My gift to Me!!!

Two years ago, around the same time of the year, sitting on the bed losing sleep over a lot of things was wondering where would it all end up. The coffee was getting cold. The coffee was namesake, I was wide awake looking at my entrance exam results. I couldn't believe my eyes as i checked them a thousand times to check if it was really true. It was my Visa to go back to college.

Random thoughts ran through my mind. Very cynical about the way things would shape up when the University gates would reopen for me again. There were a lot of decisions to be made. Some of them so important that one person had to wait for another 3 years for her marriage. Some of them so difficult that i would lose the source that would fill my bank account every month for the next two years. Over and above all of this I was more fidgety about the way I would gel into the crowd. majority of the students would be children who had just finished graduation.
Things at my office made my decisions simpler. I was a hellhole and I wanted to get out of it at all cost. There were some easy ways though: I could jump to another job, but i wasn't sure that the things would change much. There were hordes of people advising me on what to do. Some said switching jobs was the best idea. Some asked me to continue in the technical field. Being an engineer, these were almost logical. But thoughts in my brains were stuck to Management education.
I chose CHRIST UNIVERSITY to be my Alma Mater.

The interviews and the group discussions were a breeze and the day before I joined Christ, I heard a lot of stories about the same. Some said Its "Gods' own Country" 's branch office. Some said they were so strict that cops sometime mistook it to be the JAIL. This proved right the first day i entered the place. I was completely out of place. my fellow students talked a language i couldn't even try to listen to. I was told I was put into "I" section again in the same Malayalam Accent. The same kind of panic ran through my body the first day i went to kinder Gar ten. I was all but comfortable. But it was the day I was reborn. I could rewrite a lot of things that went wrong previously. It was a rare opportunity and I had no plans to ruin it. ( There had been a lot of things that had gone wrong in my graduation. I was just another Brick in the wall. I was a part of a herd and hardly seen. I wasn't even Unpopular leave alone being popular. I was Invisible. I completed my graduation no one even knew i was a part of the course. I wanted to change that & CHRIST gave me that opportunity. )

Now, Last month to go for the course to end, as I stand by the University gates, there is a sense of familiarity. The jitters are replaced with a sense of calmness whenever I enter the place. This was the place which made me re look, re write and re-engineer my career. It brought out qualities in me that i never knew of. I survived the two years, and survived quite well. and now as i leave, a sense of heaviness pulls me back.

Thank you CUIM... for Giving My SELF back to Me!!!