TGIL

Thank God its paper. u cn erase what u wrote. all u need is a small hint ;) unlike life, where so often than not, u cant undo what you wrote. or what someone else wrote ... even as you let them write it .. oh how i miss MS Word ... u can undo, redo, change authority to edit .. ahhh !! so many instances, where had you known in hindsight, you would never have let them in on your doc. thereare so many instances, where you would never have done all the good that some people never deserved. but then, its good, that long when all the fires have died out, long when all the pages have crumpled and got torn, long when the words have faded, the 10 on 10s tsill shine out. the blots, strike outs are all there but noone remebers. long after you stop rueing how you were once foolhardy and did a lot of things that you should not have done, its what you did is what you will be remebered for. things that you would have undone had u been given the choice. things that u could not undo. things that should never have been undone. things that never were. ahhh Thank God Its Life !

the difference between being great and being absolutley fantastic

like so many of my previous postings, this one too has a lot of mixed emotions ... crestfallen at the thought that everythiong has ended, and ended the way it did !(which again has two sides to it !) but still, I am very happy that it ever happened. that i have memories to cherish for the rest of my life. memories .. ah yes ....

there are three cars standing on a track ... same manufacturer, same color, different model, different driver ... the first, an Uno starts .... doesnt even bother the man reading the newspaper ... around half a min later, the second, a ferrari viper (or some road model) starts off ... he sees it go, and folds his newspaper ... around 1 and half min after the first car has shot off, the third car pushes off ... overtakes the Uno, which has by now already been overtaken by the Viper, and then then at the final straight, shoots past the much slower cousin ... the commercial ends ... the man was ofcours, Michael Schumacher. this would be the most trivial bit of racing that he must have indulged in, but on a more important note, it captured the essence that one man had come to be known as the sport's ambassador all over. i borrow a few words from a senior ex-colleague and mix them with my own, "the metrics are different when you talk of legends .. its not how many races he won, but how many fans he brought to the circuits .. its not how many titles, but how many title wannabes he inspired ... its not what he did, its how he did." and he did it in style. the magic moments he gave us would be cherished forever.

MSC P1. forever.