Clocks ticking... the giant clock above my head
Times up!!! It says.....times up my little friend
Don count your numerals...don’t count your sheep
Fuck em all... the clock says...fuck em all and go to sleep!!!

Live...lest you die...

I woke up early this morning..
Feeling kinda weird…
What’s up with this morning.. I wondered
Scratching my sloppy beard

The walls …once… were grey
Now …is a shade of cream
Are these feelings for real?
Or is this ….just a dream??

Let me get out of bed, I thought
N wash these feelings away..
But why would I do that? I thought
I kinda like it this way

Why are things so different
from what it used to be???
Why do I feel the world
is smiling back at me??

Will this last the distance??
Will I feel the same??
It’d be sad to lose all this
It’d be such a shame

Let me not think, lest it be a crime
let me live life for now, until... it is time…

The Picture

PART ONE – FATHER TO SON...

Look into my eyes, my son, don’t you look away
Come out from that shadow, come into the ray
Its been a hard life for you, you know I understand
You were in the sea out there, lets get you back to land.

What is it with your eyes, my son, why are they so red?
Is it the hate that you carry, or the tears that you’ve shed?
You don’t need either, because neither of them, is you
Leave them all behind, my son, and start over new

Look at the picture over there, hanging on your wall
Lets walk into the picture, and walk beyond the wall
Breathe in all the blue, my son, and sit on all the green
It is not just a picture, this is where you had been.

Before the day you left my hand, and went away from sight
And ran beyond the picture, ran beyond the light
I do not care about that, now that you are here
Back into the picture, long way away from fear

Fade Away….

Drops pelting down a broken pane
Leaves falling down an empty lane

Green fading away, Black creeping in
Good wilting away, doors open to sin

Empty stomach, makes no sound
The hungry heart cries out loud

Cry no more, these walls don’t hear
Shout no more, No one’s near

A drop of water, a sea of blood
The smell of sweat, the taste of mud

Soul searching within a crowd? Don’t
There’s no music, there’s just sound.

People moving fast, out of sight
Days drowning away into night

Yes, there will come the day I fear.
Yet I don’t move, I stay right here

Tears pouring down withered eyes
Body lives on, soul dies...

Cricket and I …

Fahd and I sat down for our usual late night chat. We were discussing Kumble’s retirement. I started thinking about cricket on the whole and what meant for me. There was a time when cricket was all we lived for. Kumble’s retirement has left yet another big hole in my ever depreciating love for the game. Two names I’ve been hearing since the very word “cricket”, Sachin and Kumble. Yes, it might be time for them to hang up their shoes, but with their retirement, they also take away what I felt for the game.

I slowly realized that these heroes are what bound me to the game, rather than the game itself. That explains my change of feelings from fanatic to just a watcher.

I know the day is not far away when Sachin, Dravid and Laxman would call it quits, they ideally should, but then they are the only ones left who never fail to take me back to my fanatic days.

There are many glorious moments of the game that still lingers in my mind. It takes me back to my school days when I used to walk, talk, eat and sleep cricket. I hope Dhoni’s boys manage to re create the magic that I used to associate with Indian cricket some time ago. I wish I could get back to those crazy days.

The days when:

• Sachin murdered each person who challenged him verbally or with provocative antics, examples being Henry Olonga, Michael Kasprovich, Andy Caddick, Azhar Mahmood and numerous others. Don’t ever challenge Sachin if you don’t want to see your bowls in the parking lot, as Caddick found out in the ’99 World Cup.
  

• Venkatesh Prasad got back at Aamir Sohail’s smirk by showing him the way to the pavilion after clean bowling him in the Quarter Final of the ’96 World Cup.
  

• Ajay Jadeja blasted 40 runs of 2 Waqar Younis overs.
  

• Saurav Ganguly and Rahul Dravid made a mockery of Sri Lankan Bowling attack in the ’99 World Cup. Ganguly scored 183 and Dravid 145. I ended up feeling sorry for the Lankans.
  

• Warne looked down in despair at being mercilessly thrashed by Sachin and Co. The Masters of Spin.
  

• Kumble was hailed as the one among the greatest after scalping a perfect 10 against Pakistan.

These were the golden days of Indian cricket for me. We may have lost a lot, but there were victories which made us all forget them and forgive our heroes.

For now, all I can say is that I wish the guys all the best and that someday I’ll get back my lost love for cricket. Until then, let me go watch the good ole days on You tube…

A TEST TO REMEMBER..

Yesterday was a historic day for Indian cricket. India posted their biggest test win against the Aussies. Even better, Aussies are sulking real bad. Ponting seems to think Indians crossed the fine sledging line. This statement is coming from Aussie Captain Ricky Ponting. I mean Aussies are the inventors of sledging and yesterday Ponting invented the fine line too.

A lot of good things to note…

Ganguly, playing his last series, scored a century making his exit worth remembering. He will be missed. Atta boy Dada..

Sachin surpassed Lara’s record to become the highest run scorer in Tests.

Zaheer is back to his old swinging days, taking wickets at will.

Dhoni leading the way with good scores in both innings and an awesome attitude as captain. Well done sir.

Contributions from Gambhir, Sehwag, Bajji, Ishant, Mishra…

Anyways, the media is all over the men in blue again. Showering praises for Dhoni’s lot like never before. Haven’t we seen this before?

I am posting this coz I wanna see how long it takes for the next one. Hope it doesn’t take too long. As of now…congrats guys…keep it going…

October 18th 2008

Dark Chocolate Cake…
Snaps with the gang…
Calls…
Unboxing the Xbox…
Chicken biriyani…
Chelsea beating Middlesbrough 5 – 0…
“Welcome to Stamford Bridge” T shirt…
Sleep…

Perfect…

Happy Birthday to me…