7 well fought games of racquetball. Every muscle in my body aches. Good pain :)

2 games of football this week. Volleyball and perhaps cricket. Makings of an ideal week.

Happy Easter

It's Saturday night. About 9:30 PM. I have some work that I need to complete before I call it a day. Tomorrow is Sunday. Yeah, kinda obvious statement. Church service in the morning followed by Easter lunch.

Life wasn't like this some years back. In fact right this moment, I would probably be at J.M. Road (Smoking Joes perhaps) with friends thinking nothing. Especially not thinking that tomorrow is Sunday. I was mindless, immature, carefree. I was in the best city in the world. I liked being a nobody, I liked not having an identity beyond my family. I was what my parents saw me to be. I did what my friends did. Why? Who cared?

But now apparently I am supposed to care. And now I am a somebody. That somebody who has some work to complete before tomorrow i.e Sunday comes.

Forgive my senti-giri. I am just missing being a nobody.

My first two goals for the season and also after a pretty long four week lay off. 45% fitness but I hurt my ankle while going for a 1-1 tackle. Crap, I really don't want another lay off. Tomorrow morning I will know the extent of my swelling.  No broken bones though, or atleast I hope. I really want to go on a run without any interruptions, my form is back, my stamina is getting there and I just don't want to start all over again.

Football is such a rush! :)

Kenny - The Manager

After Liverpool's 3-0 victory over Manchester City, during the post match interview, Kenny was asked the following question:
Reporter: "Kenny, according to one of our statisticians, it's the first time since 1984, that a player has scored against Liverpool and then come on, later in the season, to score for Liverpool. What's your thoughts on that, Kenny?
Kenny: "I think your statistician better get a life"

Just one of Kenny's brilliant statements.
Kenny has his way with words.

Aim: Get to the best fitness form of my life

Football 30% fitness. My touch came back, but still mind 10 steps ahead of body. More running required.

I am going to make the most of this summer. I may get back to playing club cricket again. Increase racquetball frequency. Need to find a good badminton court and a decent enough baddy partner. Volleyball, maybe extend it to twice a week.

And guitar. 

Accha?!

It's been long since I've had the "Accha?!" moment with God. Ummm, desperately hoping this time I'm not faced with a similar situation.

Flashback. Ashish and myself have taken particular pleasure in engaging ourselves in a friendly banter with Him. Early years have been spent in dealing with the consequences on that Sanewadi katta. We'd kinda become experts at handling it (or should I say not handing it) but abhi after so many years, thoda relax, no?

I mean, funny and all that, but why, no? You see, "Dil toh baccha hai jee"

Crap, I just heard "Accha?!" all over again. I shall shut up now.