Bruises and lessons !

The basketball court attracted me today, like it never had before. Felt myself pulled to the court to play and was playing good ! (better than I usually do ... finally, I thought, I was getting the hang of the game).

I fell, no I didn't lose my footing and I don't recall being pushed .. but I fell .. some fancy unconscious moves and suddenly my body turns on the axis and my palms hit the floor ... bam !

Lesson No. 1: Basketball is a contact sport
Lesson No. 2: Think before you play basketball on a Tar Road surface, the rocks scratch real hard. The palms of my hands are badly bruised up
Lesson No. 3: My reflexes are still ok !

Post the first aid .. couldn't find anything to get over the shock so went off for a jog, treated myself to a nice dinner at IKEA and visited Raka at the hospital getting the infected screw (implant) in his right leg treated.

Raka got describing his accident 2 years back where he was on a mobike on the Mehruli Road in Delhi and doing a 110 (kms not miles) in the middle of the night and out of nowhere this man pushing a cart crosses the road ... wham .. he hits the cart !

He is lying in the pool of blood, no help from the cart wallah (he ran back and left the cart in the middle of the road the moment he saw the bike) and no help from the cars crossing (dilli walon ka dil .. right!). He finally did get some help from some other bikers on the road but it was chilling the way that he described his helmet breaking into two, he not being able to move his leg and him seeing the cars whiz past without stopping.

What would I have done .. I don't know ! I really don't know .. !

Coincidence ... reading about something similar in this blog today.

Running from Camera ..

.. wish I had thought of this .. check this out ... Running from Camera

Boat Ride to a different time !

How does it feel when you lose something that you create ...

Wrote a blog .. a detailed travelogue of Batam - Indonesia ... it was intense, interesting, informative ... and well ! Picture this ... you write something ... use the shift and arrow key to select the complete text ... and suddenly your right ring finger gets a mood of its own and from the up arrow likes to move to the enter button .. and no Ctrl Z does not work !!

Now rather than that blog which went in line with the title of this blog .. I leave with this ....

Eye of the Tiger ..

.. Rocky for the last time .. saw Rocky Balboa, the sixth (and the last) in the Rocky series.

Stallone at his vintage best .. he is old ... but plays the part with a panache. Portrays the part of a fighter fighting with his own demons.

And then he decides to fight them out the very last time .. the fight scenes are a bit muted .. the training sequence duller than usual, but what shines is belief in himself and his strength of knowing when to listen to his own heart with conviction. Enough conviction to beat some sense (verbally .. no punches here) into his son. And then there is the woman (isn't there one behind every successful man .. or in this case every successful Rocky) it was Adrianne before and this time around happens to be Marie. Marie, an old friend who he bumps into, is the turning point in his life .. giving him the push ... the push needed over those crucial moments that one feels a little unconfident and which only a woman who really loves you can give you.

Nice play of emotions between the son and father, Marie and Rocky, Steps and Rocky ...

Even though he doesn't win the bout, he wins the bout !!!

An interesting watch.

the pits and falls ...

... the story goes on though

stumble on a rock
... deja vu

haven't I been here
... me and you

the moment I forget
... the path leads back to you

it would have been painful
... if it wasn't this true