An Unusual Sunday…

NOTE: This is little similar to the 'Cluster of thougts' posts of mine. The basic difference is that they were about the dialy news, and this is about my feelings and emotions.

The same fine morning, with the same cool breezy effect, and of the same Sunday morning mood as that of every other Sunday mornings welcomed me in to the actual world from the virtual world of my sleepy dreams, today.

But ever since I started my Sunday routines, I found that the things were becoming very interesting time to time. By the time of completion of my previous post, I was damn sure that the remaining half day would be of same surprises to me. This confidence provoked me to add the PS in that post. If you have read that post and awaited this entry, I’m so thankful to you, words never say how much I’m. Now, let me get in to the point straightaway.

The Morning Shock…

I would say, the shock had proudly kept it’s name high by showing me the web page as shown below, while I was trying to enter in to my blogger account. It was referring to some suspicious activity in the google account. Suspicious activity!! You understand that? My heart started running faster.

Though it was usual to happen to people across the world, for me, being a less knowledge person about this error, I was terribly disturbed to have seen the web page on my lovely lapi screen. Making no mistake, I changed my password and could able to access my data safely. Before that, even I could not comment on any of your posts. An unwanted error had been appearing on the screen whenever I click the “Publish your comment” icon. You never know how it did hurt me, that too in the early morning.

Any way, I read about the “Suspicious activity on your account error” from the most wanted ‘Google’ site. It was referring someone who wanted to access my account in an unauthorized manner. Ok, but ‘why’ was the first question that popped up in my chunky brain.

Leave it. I’m not sure if you also got the same error sometime or not. But the one thing that I want to make it clear to the abusers is- “I’m not sitting here keeping my seat belt buckled, and fingers crossed to become another victim of hacking world. I may lose everything, my posts, my data, my mails, etc. But one thing that I will never lose is the way each one of the mails and each post made me feel. It is a true treasure and I have saved it in the deep bottom of my heart”

I don’t know, one day even I too may become a victim of these hacking talents, but I will always be thankful to them for showing interest in my treasure. If they won’t think that there is something greatness in my treasure, why they would ever try to hack it? Isn’t it the right way to say?

Ekam’s post…

Ekam Rathore, a blogger friend of mine, posted an interesting stuff in her site. (Sorry for not linking to her blog ID. I have been trying to keep the links here, but I’m unable to do it. Could you please help me in doing so? Thank you).

What would you on your last day of life (Only if you know that it is your last day)? A valid question. Well, everybody has got their own answers for this, so am I. I’m not going to tell you my wishes here, but I want to ask you something.

How many of us will really get a chance of clearing the ‘to do list’ before we die?
How many of us will really get to know about our last 24 hours?

It is terribly horrible to give it a thought, but I would say it is a real pleasure to have information about it, so that you take leave in a proper fashion by saying ‘byes’ and giving hugs. Good death may be!
A Man Called Obama…

Suddenly, I remembered this guy today afternoon while watching the cricket match. While watching a ‘Cricket match’? Very weird, isn’t it?

I was just thinking about the so called critics who had almost stopped throwing arrows at the Nobel peace prize judging committee. From all existing corners of the world, words had been thrown at Obama, for being promoted as the “Nobel peace price laureate for 2009”. Some people made a move forward and even demanded him to return the Nobel prize. Nobel prize!!! Note it down, it was nothing but the world’s best ever honor, it is so called. I bet how many of the critics would have returned it back, had they been Barack Obama(s)!!!

Come on, don’t get me wrong here. I’m neither supporting, nor rejecting the American president here. My concern is about the ‘human made discussion’ on the prestigious Nobel peace prize. No one could do any thing in the level of stopping it to be written on his name for this year, even after the heartfelt criticism. And now, it is nothing less than any other forgotten incidents of the history of world.

I conclude it – it is better to talk less about which you can not do more.
May be, it is true!!!

Uncharacteristic Pramoda @ Cricket

For those who are less interested in cricket and want to skip reading this section: Wait please; this is less about cricket and more about the change in my attitude. Please do proceed with this too, if you can.

** Pitch Report: Commentator use to show the pitch and mentions to look at the ‘green’ grass. Eventually some cracks lie there on the pitch. But to my pleasure, I could never see the greenness in the grass…mostly my eye caught the golden colored grass lied there. It never happened that I could see the “GREEN” grass he mentioned. What say?

** India was changing the big total (It did appear)… already six wickets down, was still requiring 100 odd runs on board to defeat the reigning world champions… it was almost looking impossible to make lakhs of Indians’ dreams come true for any one yet to bat… now power cut… TV off…

I was also one of such species, who used to switch off their TVs, if once Sachin had got out. And today, I was literally watching the match to see a winning India till the 7th wicket down. All credit goes to the incidents and people who worked to make Team Indian this way. I thank them.

And now, its power cut… as soon as the power had come again, I switched on the TV, expecting to watch the presentation ceremony. To my surprise, we were still 7 down and Bajji and Praveen Kumar had been trying to do some good in the middle. Ball by ball as they hit the runs, audience could not stay calm. Towards the end of the match, literally I could not differentiate their responses for a six, four and even for a single. The atmosphere was all enlightening, and all were charged up including Suresh Raina and Virat Kohli from the Indian dressing room.

It was again very unusual to see the top order batsmen enjoying their lower order’s swashbuckling partnership, especially from the Indian side. Indian side, the world’s most inconsistent cricketing side, I call them. To everyone’s surprise, Harbhajan was the only batsman who got the standing ovation from the crowd among all other so called champion batsmen in both the sides. Any way we lost the match with just a margin of 4 runs. Finally, there was something for Mahendra Singh Dhoni to cheer himself up. “We need to concentrate on our batting department as well as bowling department”, he said, and I don’t know what else left apart from them!!!

Any ways, we love you guys. Go ahead and win the race. All the best for the rest.

You may be asking me about the unusualness in these lines of mine, about cricket. You don’t know what I was at some point of time. Check here…

** Pramoda never thought realistically about Indian cricket team.
** She always fantasized the team’s capability.
** She always waited for a century from the 11th batsman.
** She always believed that a girl can play in Indian men team (She still believes, any doubt?)
** She always backed them, no matter whom and where they were playing.
** She enjoyed Sachin’s century more than the team’s win.
** She used to watch the presentation ceremony only IF India won.
** She used to watch the match, even if she had got final exam on the next day (of course, by completing the syllabus a day before)
** She deliberately wanted Pakistan to loose T20 inaugural world cup final against India, by remembering the audacious acts of Pakistani Terrorists, but not because of talent in Indian squad.
** ….. And many more.

Yeah, it was all about me and I agree these openly. But when I was watching the match today, I could see a complete different mindset of mine.

I didn’t think of the last wicket partnership. I didn’t want to enjoy Sachin’s play more than a team’s effort. I complemented the Ausies for their wonderful deliveries and game plan. Cricket is a game of 11 men; terrorists were nothing to do with the hard work of the players. I watched the presentation ceremony too, etc. I know I have to cut it short at least now!!

I appreciate this change in my attitude towards the game which I love the most. Now you may have come to know that I’m very talkative about cricket, not for the game, but for the players’ and audience’s emotions.

That is more from my side for today. Hope you enjoyed this, if I’m not wrong. Thanks for the long read.

Remembering today’s moments,
Pramoda Meduri