It is 2pm, I am at work on two deadlines that are coming up in less than 24 hours. Ive been up since 5am and on the move since. Two hours ago, I happened to read the news as its so hard to concentrate on one thing, these days. There are so many different things to distract us, the internet, planning and a restless heart that wonders what it should be doing right-er.

I just read the news about the bomb blasts in Mumbai. This is the latest in a whole series that has spanned not just about every major city in India but also the rest of the world. For two hours after reading the news, I continued to work on whatever report I was working on. Someone Ive just met keeps reminding me that you can conquer space but never time, I think I am in love with this someone, secretly. I am a disbeliever in main-stream news being all important because the main-stream press is just not all that original or gutsy of late, it seems. Ive wept for the madness in this world today, for our own country where poverty and internal conflict add new dimensions to any natural disaster or such mindless acts of terror. I remember a story that my sister-in-law told me about eating at a restaurant in Bangalore, listening to the news of a bomb-blast in Bangalore that very same instant and continuing to finish up lunch... very similar to my continuing to finish up work.

Ive pondered long and hard about what this sport means to me. One smart man I know told me that I was fighting the wrong battles. I am so angry about the inequalities and that manifests itself as a grand goal in the toughest sport in the world. I dont know what that goal is. All I know is that I am going to get there.. that is enough for now. After all, this is the very moment we truly have control over.