Dear Rogi,
I know you must be disappointed when you lost to Novak. When I got to know that you lost the semis, I was shocked. Couldn’t believe my ears…felt like crying. As if it’s not you but me who lost. Your loss wasn’t sinking..and when I finally realized that you lost the semis of Australian Open, I was angry and frustrated. You were so close to making history…it would have brought you one step closer to Pete’s record of 14 grand slams.
But, now I realize how painful it would have been for you to lose…As you said, you created an aura, a monster around yourself that Roger can’t lose..come what may. But it had to happen some day. It’s hard to understand at times, the pressure of being you, especially at times like these, when you are on the losing side of the net. But the way you carry yourself, looking calm, taking your losses with equal poise as your wins – is what makes you a champ!
Invariably, you seem to take your losses better than your fans, and probably better than other players. It’s really admirable and worth emulating..in every aspect of life. c'est la vie, mon cheri.
It’s often hard for the fans to see you lose as we find ourselves caring so much for you. I can find solace in the fact that only a player like you can reach semifinals of a GS without even playing a practice match before the tournament.
I just hope to see you come back strong soon as you do, and continue to charm us with ur classy serves. I also hope you enjoyed your time in Melbourne, even if it didn’t go according to plan; you know we really love you down here!
We are still proud of you Rogi and will cheer for u at the French Open in May. Remember...
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But you have promises to keep,
and miles to go before you sleep...
Rogi, I would like to embrasse you, because you win you lose you are my hero, for ever.
You are and you will be the best player in the world.
It’s always Advantage Roger. Chak de Roger!!
Je t’embrasse!
Your ardent fan.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Akkad Bakkad Bombay Bo…
23rd December 2007: This date will be etched in golden, silver, and platinum words in the history of Indian Airlines Flight No. C658. It was my first time traveling by air. Obviously, I was all excited and raring to fly and not to miss those Katrina Kaif-types air hostesses. Alas! Later I found out that all the good looking flight attendants, as promised in the welcome message, were not on this flight. Even though I kept waiting for some colourful, eye-stopping lady come to me and serve me some coffee and all that foody stuff, none came. The rest of the journey was all kala and safed, totally uneventful. Finally, after two hours of boring journey, the plane landed at the Mumbai Airport. The middle-aged flight attendant announced “Thank you for flying Indian Airlines. We hope you enjoyed the journey as much as we enjoyed serving you.” Don’t get deceived. What they actually meant was “Thank you for flying Indian Airlines. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride.”
Uff…the moment I came out of the flight, it was so hot… like a garam garam kadai has been put on your butter bottoms. It’s so hot out here in Mumbai..as if it’s May. Delhi, at this time, must be shivering. And just like people in Delhi’s DTC bus jostle to get out, everyone in the plane was pushing and shoving around each other eager to get out of the plane the moment it landed. As if it’s going to blow up in 15 seconds. People jumped off their seats, kicking each other, brushing their bottoms against each other. Pulling off suitcases from the overhead flaps. Uff..man, hello, excuse me, can u please pull off your luggage off my toe. I thought better remain seated in my seat..else I’ll get mashed like potato pulp in this crowd.
Next stop: Company guesthouse. I took a cab for my guesthouse. The driver had radio on…And call it a coincidence or what you may…the RJ on Red FM had just put the Shootout at Lokhandwala song ‘In the Mumbai, all over India, we are the bhais..” What a welcome to Mumbai…and that too by the RJ of a radio station. In the backseat, I was enjoying the song and having a first-hand look at Mumbai. Arree….woh rahi double decker bus. Pehli baar dekhi yaar. Apart from that, it’s so much traffic and roads so thin, even the skinny Paris Hilton will be put to shame. A friend, while wishing me goodbye had told me that Mumbai girls are hotter than Delhi’s. Alas! Till now I haven’t seen a single girl who could behold me. Delhi girls, especially those at AFD (Alliance Francaise de Delhi), are still fresh in my mind.
It’s been three weeks in Mumbai now. When friends in Delhi were partying on new year eve, I was busy finding roti, kapda and most importantly a home. So I could not roam around and see the real Mumbai, that of film stars and cricketers. Mumbai’s night life and all that jazz. I am yet to travel in a local train. And even though my mumbaikar friends tell me horror stories of local trains, I am undaunted. Like, after 1 hr of travel, when you come out, you will be stinking like a dead dog fried in a pan and all the buttons of your shirt will be missing, or you might find that someone’s stolen the shoe you wore in your left leg, so now make do with a single shoe or better still take out that too and walk bare foot so you look sane. But I am determined to travel in local trains. After all, that is synonymous to Mumbai. And that’s why I have come to Mumbai – to enjoy the (mis)adventure that Mumbai offers.
Sidelights: I like the wada pav of Mumbai so much..it’s tasty, spicy..yummieee. I have been on wada pav diet for the last two days…feeding myself with loads of wada pav in breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Right now I am in office, ekdum comp ke saamne, typing down this post and enjoying some nice Jab we Met songs on my headset. There’s this song playing ..
hum jo chalane lage, chalane lage hain yeh raaste,
manjil se behtar lagane lage hai yeh raaste
………..
Nice song! And now that I am in Mumbai, I can totally relate to it now. Shuru-2 mein I felt very homesick but now I am kinda enjoying everything. Dheere dheere hi sahi, I have started liking this city. Aur ek badee baat, log kehte hain Mumbai aa kar ya to tumhe struggle milegi ya success. Mujhe kab milegi…Katrina Kaif. Mere success ki list mein woh bhi aati hai. :) Let’s see what surprises Mumbai has in store for me. :)
Uff…the moment I came out of the flight, it was so hot… like a garam garam kadai has been put on your butter bottoms. It’s so hot out here in Mumbai..as if it’s May. Delhi, at this time, must be shivering. And just like people in Delhi’s DTC bus jostle to get out, everyone in the plane was pushing and shoving around each other eager to get out of the plane the moment it landed. As if it’s going to blow up in 15 seconds. People jumped off their seats, kicking each other, brushing their bottoms against each other. Pulling off suitcases from the overhead flaps. Uff..man, hello, excuse me, can u please pull off your luggage off my toe. I thought better remain seated in my seat..else I’ll get mashed like potato pulp in this crowd.
Next stop: Company guesthouse. I took a cab for my guesthouse. The driver had radio on…And call it a coincidence or what you may…the RJ on Red FM had just put the Shootout at Lokhandwala song ‘In the Mumbai, all over India, we are the bhais..” What a welcome to Mumbai…and that too by the RJ of a radio station. In the backseat, I was enjoying the song and having a first-hand look at Mumbai. Arree….woh rahi double decker bus. Pehli baar dekhi yaar. Apart from that, it’s so much traffic and roads so thin, even the skinny Paris Hilton will be put to shame. A friend, while wishing me goodbye had told me that Mumbai girls are hotter than Delhi’s. Alas! Till now I haven’t seen a single girl who could behold me. Delhi girls, especially those at AFD (Alliance Francaise de Delhi), are still fresh in my mind.
It’s been three weeks in Mumbai now. When friends in Delhi were partying on new year eve, I was busy finding roti, kapda and most importantly a home. So I could not roam around and see the real Mumbai, that of film stars and cricketers. Mumbai’s night life and all that jazz. I am yet to travel in a local train. And even though my mumbaikar friends tell me horror stories of local trains, I am undaunted. Like, after 1 hr of travel, when you come out, you will be stinking like a dead dog fried in a pan and all the buttons of your shirt will be missing, or you might find that someone’s stolen the shoe you wore in your left leg, so now make do with a single shoe or better still take out that too and walk bare foot so you look sane. But I am determined to travel in local trains. After all, that is synonymous to Mumbai. And that’s why I have come to Mumbai – to enjoy the (mis)adventure that Mumbai offers.
Sidelights: I like the wada pav of Mumbai so much..it’s tasty, spicy..yummieee. I have been on wada pav diet for the last two days…feeding myself with loads of wada pav in breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Right now I am in office, ekdum comp ke saamne, typing down this post and enjoying some nice Jab we Met songs on my headset. There’s this song playing ..
hum jo chalane lage, chalane lage hain yeh raaste,
manjil se behtar lagane lage hai yeh raaste
………..
Nice song! And now that I am in Mumbai, I can totally relate to it now. Shuru-2 mein I felt very homesick but now I am kinda enjoying everything. Dheere dheere hi sahi, I have started liking this city. Aur ek badee baat, log kehte hain Mumbai aa kar ya to tumhe struggle milegi ya success. Mujhe kab milegi…Katrina Kaif. Mere success ki list mein woh bhi aati hai. :) Let’s see what surprises Mumbai has in store for me. :)
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