Bolt, running with the Gods

On the 16th of August history was made...in 9.58 seconds.

Since the arrival of computerised timing, world records in 100 meters have never been beaten by more than a few hundredths of a seconds, but here we are talking about tenths...TENTHS.

Tyson Gay came in second at 9.71 and that time would have won him any of the previous World championships. Five men running under 9.93 in the same race should qualify this to be the greatest 100 meters dash of all time.

Beijing 2008 saw Usain Bolt cruise thru in 9.69 seconds and that after easing up in the last 15 meters. That should have told us that this boy will one day maybe do a sub 9.6 seconds someday...someday. But barely two years after Asafa Powell set the world record of 9.74 at the IAAF Grand Prix in Rieti, Italy, Usain Bolt has gone on and taken off almost two tenths of that time.

I guess, barring a major screw up, no one ever thought beyond Usain Bolt to win the 100 meters World Championship. Gay wanted to prove to the world that he belongs and Asafa Powell, who has lately being in the shadows of his more illustrious teammate, wanted to show the world that he has what it takes to become a world champion once again. But with absolutely no disrespect to either of these two men or anyone else who was running along with him, Usain Bolt was running his own race on this warm night in August.

9.58 seconds. This is an incredible enough record that will stand for a long long time...unless he decides to take it down even further, and one would be foolish to bet against that happening.

Now when he says that he will run the 200 meters in under 19 seconds...does it sound like a vain and cocky statement or as a statement of intent coming from a core belief in his ability.

Usain Bolt the greatest short sprinter in the modern era.

...it ends here

The rivers runs wild. The river runs true.

The river dried up.

Too soon.

Another post on River.

Numbness

How would you charecterize the drugged numbness of apolitical existence...Isn't living more than just existing?

The question is not when you stopped living...the question is why?

Wouldn't you would rather fight and be burned on a stake?

At least you had a reason.

One small step...

How sad are we...to celebrate the the right to consensual sex.

But celebrate it...we must.

1958 - 2009

Its an incredibly sad day.

Thank you for the music, Micheal Jackson.

Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight...here one day, gone one night.
Like a comet, blazing 'cross the evening sky...Gone too soon.

Baraka

Baraka. Am amazing glimpse into life.

Without dialogues, without a story and without a conventional plot, Ron Fricke's movie manages to evoke something so innate and basic in us thru a powerful synthesis of music from across the world and stark yet vivid imagery, capturing the grandeur and simplicity of everyday life...where even the most prosaic appears surreal.

Magnificent landscapes merge seamlessly with scenes of everyday living, drawing you in as you succumb to the call of a powerful emotion that transcends time...transcends language.

Blew me away.

Fast food...

"That bastard then asked me to get out."

"He is always like that. Chutiya fellow needs to get his head examined. I hate chem 'coz of him. Fuck."

"Abbey yaar, this taste yummm..."

Overheard at a food joint. The speakers were two school-going kids, who didn't even seem to be in their teens.