How I celebrated....

I hope you remember the question "How do you celebrate?.."
I think now i know how i do..

 I also hope that you remember about the significance of attitude in swimming. As you all know, attitude is not an SPST (single pole single throw) switch, which can switch on the circuit named "success".
Success is a treasure that is found by cracking the locks using a combination of attitudes. Take it from someone who again failed miserably to swim much better even by changing my attitude.
When i did my next freestyle, i again drowned, as "pride" filled my synapses which even made me forget the simple breathing techniques... I felt like a looser.
Hard work is that part of man which push him forward to forget his failures and motivates to achieve the target. Just like you, i too had it.. I tried and tried.
I appreciate my coach's motivation that helped to push myself inch by inch to the finish line.. Each time i try to give up, i can hear her voice asking me to retain the kicks, pull my arm one more time.
Today, was a bit different. she was standing on the other end of pool. I took my leap from the deep area. I was gliding for a few feet, breathing out through my nose, i could feel my right arm taking a stroke, soon followed by the left arm
all involuntarily. I was running out of breath. while the right arm rowed just before plunging into water, i took my first breath, and pushed myself forward.
I cleared the deep area, now i could feel my legs bearing strain, i was running out of breath. I used to give up usually at this point. i f i gave up, that would be the greatest disappointment to my coach.
I could feel her mind yelling out to push a little bit forward, urging me to meet the finish line. I couldn't give up. My shoulders ached, arms got tired, but i didn't stop.
i don't know how many times i took breath and rowed with my arms just before i touched the wall of pool.... I just made it. I swam on a full stretch. I yelled out, gave a hi five to my coach who was now fist pumping.
I just turned around to share my victory. But the pool was empty.I could hear a clap from mthe balcony. It was someone's guardian who came to pick his son or daughter. I gave a salute to him, and smiled with utmost joy.
I could hear Christina Corrs playing "Toss the feathers", and my mind was dancing to the tune.....


...."Ten rupees, sir"...
"What? What did you say just now?.."
"Ten rupees sir, for the chocolate." Now i was standing in front of the shop's counter with a 5 star in my hand, and recollecting today's swimming episode. I checked my wallet and gave him two five rupees coins.
I held my chocolate in my left hand and started my bike. I thought to tear the wrapper before starting my bike, but thought that it would be more fun to open it while riding. I did, and took a bite. With my left hand occupied by a chocolate, i shifted my gear without applying clutch.
I took a left turn, rode it through a gutter, shifting my gear down. The bike slowed down. i refused to give throttle, and was thinking about taking a very slow ride. I saw a red Alto parked in the bay on my left side much ahead of me. He looked out of his window, and by the time i reached near his car, he took a sudden right turn.....
I could feel my jeans rub against the front bumper, while i lifted my left leg, to make sure that it didn't hit my leg. I could feel a shock all the way through my body. I could literally taste adrenaline in my tongue, and its smell in my nostrils. While i slowed down my vehicle, i looked backwards, and i could see people scolding and shouting at the car driver.
I just looked at him for a while.. A plain numbed look... I could feel my right hand touching my forehead and shoulders making a sign of Cross...In the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy spirit.. I looked at the heaven above.. I started off again...

While i took the next bite, a scooter sounded a horn. "Man, what happened just now?." The lady who was riding the scooter asked me. Young of course. And to my greatest surprise, i found a chocolate inn her left hand, half bitten.
" I could have been killed by now. Almost avoided an accident." "Lucky you". She replied loudly, struggling to let me hear despite of the disturbance caused by wind during riding. "Yeah!.. really..."
I lifted my left arm, showing my chocolate to her. "To life".. "What?..She didn't get it. "A small celebration"..I said " To life..."  "oh!.. thats great!!,,.. to life".. And we took bites on our bar together.  She took a right turn, and i took a left turn..

"Man, what happened just now?.."  I was awaken from a day dream...

It was not that young lady, instead a man on scooter, I looked to his left hand. He didn't hold a chocolate. Who was she then?...
"Man, what happened?. are you alright?..."
"Yaeh! i am fine thank you. Just escaped from meeting with an accident... i m okey.."..

So who was the lady?.. Well, the movie "Inception" gave me a term. It was not hallucination, but it was something what we (they) call "projection" of thought. May be thats the way i want to celebrate. By a simple hi five, a cheer, and may be sharing the sweetness with that lady on scooter. I doubt whether she looked like "the girl in white frock"...

Nikki....

I was chatting with two of my friends on-line. One was my brother in law's friend, and other was Priya. While chatting with Priya, we came across a talk about maintaining contacts with friends. She was saying that a few of them promise to stay in contact with each other, but all vanish like 'a fart in a wind' (courtesy :"Shawshank Redemption". So apt phrase. Soon a window popped up "Chat from NIKKI"...Nick named as priv@te...

priv@te:  hi, wassup
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When i met him for the first time, he was sitting on a bench next to the MCO in Bhopal railway station, with his head held low, and silent. He came all the way from Noida, for attending SSB. Even though he seems to be a bit reserved at the first sight, the following days in 33 SSB really showed to me how smart and dynamic was that chap. Thats why people say not to judge any one.

What i really loved in him was his behavior, his innocence, and he too had the habit of writing diary, just like me.  The five days of SSB were more than enough to build a strong bond between us. Unfortunately, he didn't get recommended. He used to say to me that he would be the first person in his village to become an officer, if he gets recommended. While he bid me good bye, i was weeping in my heart. Later,  He joined a private firm. and soon after joining his firm, he changed his status in gmail and orkut account to "private job sucks"...
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priv@te:  hi, wassup
me:          haaaai...fine yaar...thu kaise ho?
priv@te:  m also f9....hows ur swimng coching going????/
me:         gr8!!...badiyaa hein..bohuth zyaada paani piya pool se
priv@te:  wn u vl go 4 ur trang?
me:          January...kal yaa parsom ko Merit list aayega...Chathurvedi ko yaad     hein thumhe?...usne phone kiya tha aaj.....
priv@te:  okkk...chaturvedi ji kaise h.......
me:          theek ho...Waiting for CDSE 2's result...
priv@te:  yar dis tym i ve also filled d form 4 CDSE 2011
me:         great, man...leking Navy keliye age over heena?
priv@te:  even m doing a pvt job but still ........                                                                  m confused abt my career towards defence.....
me:         kyom?... Gaamv ke pehele officer banne ka sapna chod diya kya?
priv@te:   nopp yar ...i cant.......i wann join d armd force ...
               dats why m not concentrating on my job
priv@te: still dis dream is creating .chemical lochha in my mind every tym.....
                wt shuld i do yaar.........
me:         hihi... but i would say concentrate in your present job. When a monkey jumps from one branch to another, it hold one hand very firmly, before grabbing the next  branch. Else he will fall down, and we don't know what is below. Very similarly, you have now grabbed on your private job. Grab it firm, and look forward to join defense... after grabbing defense, private job ko chod do..afterall, it sucks na?... ;)

priv@te:  u r realyy a very very very gr8 person   yar
me:          hihi...
priv@te: :D .........really thank for the GOD to gv me such a good person
me:          i thank him for the same... to have a really good friend like you...
priv@te:  ha ha ha ha
               yar i want to meet u
me:         me too...Shayad December meem Delhi aaunga meem...thab there gaavm mem muche zaroor leke jaana..
priv@te:  defenitly....it vl be .....my pleasure....
me:         :D
priv@te:  m feeling very free now by talking u.........thanks yaar
me:         my pleasure yaar... i just want to see your smiling face... ur smile is very cute... :)
priv@te:  thanks... hope v vl meet soon.......m waiting for  u.....
              good night....shubh ratri
me:       yup...will see definitely...
          Shubh rathri.:)


I wish i should have shown this chat to her. But i wanted to show this to the entire world, that friendship is a special gift. May be you wouldn't have felt so, but defenitely, Nikki did...