Time Magazine On Sachin...

When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.

When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy.

It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will.

कृतज्ञता...

वाढदिवस हे साजरे करावे लागत नाहीत...केवळ एक कृतज्ञतापूर्ण स्मरण त्याकरता पुरेसे असते...आजकित्येक जण "घनश्याम सुंदरा ...श्रीधरा.." ऐकूनच प्रातःकाली उठली असतील..."वैष्णाव जन तो"..ऐकत बापूंना आठवणारी पिढी आजही कुठेतरी असेल....भक्ती गीते असोत वा पसायदान...जन गण मन असो व वंदे मातरम...गेली कित्येक दशके आपल्या राष्ट्राची दिनक्रमा एकाच आवाजाने सुरु होते....मग ती रात्री क्लब अथवा बार मध्ये झिंगणारी आणि थिरकणारी पावले असोत.. हिंद-चीनी युद्धात देशाला पौरुषत्व देणारी गीते असोत....पावसात प्रेयसी बरोबर "प्यार हुआ इकरार हुआ.." अशी धुंद गाणी असोत किव्वा एखद्या रेल्वेच्या डब्यात "अल्लाह तेरो नाम" म्हणणारा एखादा गरीब , गरजू असो.....ह्यापैकी कित्येकांना कल्पना पण नसेल कि ह्या आसमंताला भरून टाकणाऱ्या आवाजाचा आज वाढदिवस...पण काय फरक पडतो...? हे सूर तर आमच्या आयुष्याचाच एक भाग बनून राहिले आहेत....

Nostalgia...

wow...its been almost 8 months and now I am back to blogging...finally got a chance to spare sometime for myself...my first long weekend ever since last year, but this weekend I don't feel like going anywhere. Most of the places nearby or even farthest has been explored. All the cuisines have been tried. All the parks are visited and revisited. All the liquor in city is emptied.

Just sitting on chair on this lazy afternoon and found the book nearby..."Maharashtra desha..." by Uddhav thackrey. Going through all the fotos once again , re-finding the places I have seen and many more not even heard off.

Making me feel very nostalgic and homesick. I am deing to breathe air coming over from Sahyadri and want to drink water of Indrayani. Craving for the India trip break. Its been a while and I am counting my days till december.

omkar