Here’s the dance version of the song

I heard on tv that it took China about 10 years to prepare for the Olympics. I wonder if India would be able to host them…ever. Anyway, I hope we win some medal.

Cheers to the spirit of Olympics and the message it brings out ‘One World, One Dream’.

My friend Gautam was there at Marine Drive to witness this event. He was standing at a particular spot for almost 2 hours. When the bus came, was thrown away from Marine Drive right up to Wankhede stadium within a few seconds. He says that it was almost like a storm and millions of people came gushing into him. It seems more than 15 lac people were on the roads today to experience this once in a life time procession. Here are some of the pictures that Gautam clicked. Thanx, buddy!

And here’s the video that he shot.

Gautam, you lucky guy!

We won the finals of the 1st ever 20-20 Cricket World Cup. We defeated Pakistan by 5 runs in a close, neck to neck match in South Africa today. Captain Dhoni and his team of young guys have made us proud which no one thought was possible.

Everyone was at the edge of their seats with their heart in their mouth. It could’ve been anyone’s game. As it is, all India-Pakistan matches are high energy and tension packed.

Now that we have won, it’s almost a Diwali-like atmosphere here, everyone’s celebrating and very excited. There are fireworks in the sky and your’s truly is also jumping around like a frog People are out on the roads, on bikes, in cars…everywhere, celebrating India’s victory.

Indian cricket team di balle balle! Chak deeya, India!

We (India) didn’t qualify, someday we would. Someday, people like me won’t give up on the game. Oh ya but that’s my story….

I was a very weak and feeble kid in school. I never took part in any sports or athletic events. If asked to run a class race, I would stand last or second last. I enjoyed watching sports and the only sport that I ever excelled in was hop-scotch! That’s how good I was. Probably it was my laziness or maybe I was never cut out for sports.

But we all have our moments of truth….moments of realization. Moments when we feel that we are dillusioned by our failures and lack of performance. Ok, hold it, I am referring to my set back in sports. This feeling grew so strong that one day, I decided to give a shot at football. I gathered a team of huge, dull, non-interested- in- sports people (girls, I am from a convent school) and pepped them up to play football. The lazy bum that I was, I refused to run across the field chasing the ball and decided to become the goal keeper. Afterall, what does a goal keeper do? Stand in a highly glorified piece on the field, look at all the players runing around and he/she only stops the ball from entering the goal post. Easy! Piece of cake!

So, here it was- Whistle and the game started. Less that 10 seconds in the game, some crazy girl kicked the ball towards me. Time to prove myself, my moment of truth. I saw the ball coming towards me and leapt to catch it. Isn’t that what I was supposed to do? The ball came in so fast, I mis judged it and it ended up bouncing against my stomach! OUCH! That hurt! No, I couldn’t move, I was floored. Some girls helped me up and I was declared ‘Out Injured’. Thus ended by glorious career in football.

Perhaps, it was true. I was never meant for sports. I should stick around with something a little less dangerous…which provide less chances of running into huge and heafty people chasing objects around the field. But as I watch the World Cup, I can only think and imagine the kind of committment, passion and love people have for football or for that matter any other sport. Hats off to them! As they say -Joga Bonito!