Most Embarrasing Moments

We normally hate situations that have an embarrassing feeling. I’ve had my share of them—once, twice, thrice, huh! Well, coming to the moments that changed my life, they never changed my behavior, but they did kill my principles one by one, which became my embarrassing moments. It all started in the 3rd grade, when I had a clean reputation. But just one innocent mistake changed everything. We had to pay 15 rupees for a calendar at school every year, so my mom gave me the money. However, I spent 1.25 rupees on pineapple pieces, which I loved. My teacher threw my remaining money (13.75 rupees) in front of me and said, “This won’t do; you have to pay 15 rupees.” After school, my mom came to pick me up as usual. At that time, my teacher explained the situation to her, and I tried to explain that I just spent the money on pineapple because I wanted to eat it. In return, my mom told my tuition teacher, who was also our school teacher, and she beat me with a stick while calling me a “thief.” That name stayed with me for another three years. It didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but it did matter whenever I made a mistake—I was always the first to be pointed out in that teacher’s mind. So embarrassing!!!!

Steve Waugh Man for Crisis for Aussie

Steve Waugh With a Nickname of Iceman Earned thru performance in World Cup 1987…

●leadership qualities,
Well Known for his Leadership Qualities… australian Team was in crisis the man Steve Waugh became man of crisis who led the team with great passion and modern planning… in his captaincy turner where Gilly and Bevan who were known for their match winning abilities... Steve Waugh didn’t had much great innings as captain but the captaincy which he proved in different way which helped Aussies in many times to get away from lose situation to win situation.. and his allround performance though not significant with bat in certain places Such as India and Caribean but proved with bowling sometimes and master planning on certain players… Changed the perception of game with his technique doing effective things in efficient manner…
Never lost his patience or cool as he was man of crisis when needed he bowled to make sure that team doesn’t get much runs in dead overs…

●contribution to the team,
World Cup 1987 all round performance which gave him nickname “Iceman”
Bowled in depth overs with conceding less runs against India and won first time World cup “1987” in which Steve got 167 runs with an average of 55.66 and 11 wickets which had some batter who made difference but Steve Waugh had other plans ;)
1999 World Cup
Loosing earlier but making into finals with good tactics though he was criticized for throwing West indies out of league by undergoing some runrate calculation but Steve was clear in thoughts and advanced to finals was clear in thoughts and passionate about game not emotional as he said that in conference.. "We're not here to win friends mate” under his captaincy Australi has 16 consective wins in test matches..
And in ODIs too

● Qualities,
Well focus leader with immense talent and who takes Cricket in sportive manner rather not a religion or love… not an emotional who fear a lose..

Future on hold not exactly Rather its for moment

Future on hold? Hmm, hold on—don’t read it; it’s bullshit... The day started as usual, but in a tense mode. Basically, I update all my days on Facebook with status updates, but now I’m helpless because I can’t show my emotions. I don’t want to involve anyone in my sadness. What an aim to become an economist… But everything depends on when I submit my migration certificate. Without that, I won’t be allowed to write the examination. It seems the mistake is on my side, but people remind you about money, not about other things, as was the case with me. The admin put a hold on my examination form because I didn’t pay the management fees, but he never said I also had to submit my migration certificate to be allowed to write the exam. Now the exams are on the 29th, and with less than 15 days left, I won’t receive my hall ticket without the migration certificate. For that, I need to go to Mumbai, apply for the migration at my college, and then submit it to the university. They don’t have an online system, and they’ll take about 15 days, so my future is on hold. If not now, then never… I had to share this with someone; I can’t keep updating sad things on my Facebook. I really don’t like sharing my sad moments on social networks; they’re made for entertainment, and I might spoil things. This was the reason I couldn’t be part of the festival at home, where a big family situation was created under one roof. I missed that after a long time since I needed to travel to Mumbai on the same day. Mumbai! Aah! Nice feel, but I couldn’t enjoy much as I was here for a reason. The first day ended sadly since the college was closed; the staff went to Nashik for an unusual holiday, which put another hold on things! Not a good Monday, but I wished Vaidhahi, my friend's daughter, a happy birthday with chocolates. I had a good chance to drink but wasn’t in the mood as the day had gone badly, so I’m hoping for tomorrow! **Tuesday ;)** I wonder how a blogger can write or get points from a boring and dull day. Since yesterday was a holiday, today the clerk went on holiday... Still, bloggers write many things; even an hour's experience can frame 2000 words, and I hardly have a word to say—see you tomorrow! :D **Wednesday ;)** Finally, a good day! Though there was bad news: my examination form from Osmania was rejected due to the absence of a migration certificate. As for my migration progress, I got the Duplicate TC from college—all done in one day. Hmmm, thanks to someone and everyone! I need not mention names. So tomorrow will be the final day for submitting the application, and I’ll know if I’m getting the migration certificate in hand! But a strange thing happened today: a wedding surprise! Not mine, but a friend from our college group, who wasn’t in my contact but was trying my number. I found out that he is getting married today, nearby my college. So, if some bad is happening, there’s some happiness too. I had a full dinner and enjoyed a lot, even though work as done at college. The thing is, my examination application is still on hold! What a tragedy! Future on hold. The rest depends on how tomorrow goes. Sisters and God, thanks! :) **Thursday...** Today was one of my happiest days. Everything happened as I expected, but I was getting calls from college saying I was running out of time. I submitted the transfer certificate to acquire my migration, and I even convinced the clerk to expedite the process. After so much, the day came on Monday when I got everything I wanted. Even my convocation, which had been due for a long time! ;) But as I started writing this topic with "Future on hold," it wasn’t the case. The college permitted me to write my exam, and although they pressed me to do so, looking at the brighter side, it helped me in many ways. I completed everything on time. In the end, I appeared for the exam and wrote it well—hmmm, not that well, but it’s okay. At least it’s better! ;) Hope for a positive result!

Local Train is life line of Mumbai Mind you the life line at halt to view Sachin’s Innings

--- I was just settling in after watching Sachin’s innings as he approached 197 when I headed home. I reached the railway station and was surprised to find the platform and local trains at Charni Road completely empty. At first, I thought it might be a holiday, but I stayed put, listening to the radio, anxiously waiting for the moment Sachin would score his double ton. I cursed Dhoni for not giving him the strike. Finally, thanks to Amla who saved a four, Sachin was back on strike. And there it was—his double ton! A sigh of relief washed over me; my dream had come true. I felt a bit annoyed to see Anwar sitting at 194, but it was time for me to board the local train. Suddenly, I noticed the platform filling up with a crowd. What was going on? Just moments ago, it was vacant. I realized the traffic I’d seen outside was people flocking to showrooms to watch Sachin’s innings on TV. As I boarded the train, the usual rush returned. Everyone was buzzing about that incredible innings. I turned to my friend and joked, “Now that Sachin has set the bar at 200, people will always expect that from him!” One guy chimed in, “What do they know about playing on the field? Just praise him and move on!” I nodded, “Yeah, Sachin should keep playing, but take a rest for the next ODI. I don’t want just 200 runs—I want 200 ODIs more!” ---

Wedding Surprises

Share your memories and take a trip back in time. What a lovely time it was.

Once, we visited our village for a wedding. I was with my parents, and the atmosphere was filled with joy. Everyone was happy. Then I saw her—a girl who seemed just like my dream girl. "Her simplicity radiated from her face." It was the first time I experienced love at first sight. Everything else faded away. Despite the many girls around, my heart was set on her. She was the sweetest.

She invited me into her home and served me lunch. We spent time talking and playing games. She was 17, and I was 19. We were lost in our own world while the adults busied themselves with wedding preparations for the night ceremony at midnight. As I chatted with her, I felt like I was falling in love. Everything felt perfect.

But as the night wore on, I fell asleep at 11:00 PM, missing the wedding entirely. When I finally woke up at 4:00 AM, the house was bustling with breakfast preparations. I started looking for my girl, only to discover the bride sitting on a bench. It dawned on me that the girl I had fallen for had gotten married. I hadn’t realized it since I rarely visited the village. My love at first sight had turned into a fleeting attraction. I couldn’t help but pity her for marrying so young—just 17.

What began that afternoon had come to an end by the next morning. She was beautiful, charming, and cute, and I never saw her again.