Tuesday, November 11, 2008

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...

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

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…

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

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…

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

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…

Friday, October 10, 2008

LESSONS – 2

You know your way. You are happy.
People, for some reason, think you are not.
They make you believe you’re wrong.
But you listen to them. After all, it’s for your own good right?

You decide on taking the way they show you.
You manage to be happy, yet again. Good for you.

Not so fast sucker.
People aren’t done yet.

“What’s the rush?”, they ask.“Have you thought about it? “ (The nerve)

Guess what??? They don’t think it’s such a good idea.

Let me analyze then.

You have one leg in the path you used to love (not so much anymore)
You have the other leg in the path you wanna take (not so much anymore)
And they are movin further away.

And you my friend, are fucked nice and clean.

Life’s valuable lesson: when you know where you are going, don’t look sideways. You’ll come across people holding the Weapon Of Ass Destruction…ADVICE….

Wish it wasn’t free. Life would’ve been a stroll.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

LIGHTS FROM HEAVEN


I remember almost breaking my nose falling from our giant mango tree. Well, I deserved to fall...coz I was stupid enough to climb tree trunks in the dark. My explanation – chasing fireflies!!! To be frank I wouldn't mind falling all over again if it meant catching hold of one of those beauties. As a kid the fascination I had for fireflies was beyond my fascination for anything I want to acquire today.

The giant mango tree we have in our house used to be a treat for the eyes at night with hundreds of fireflies decorating it. I would chase them till I hurt myself or till my mother hurt me (the latter was more common). On one of the lucky days I would even see them in my room. When I would eventually catch one of them I would close my palms on it and just admire the beauty of God's tiny little creation. As a kid, I always thought that fireflies popped out of heaven...how else would you explain the light??

The other day I was reading an article about fireflies being on the road to extinction, thanks to unfavorable habitat.

The article explained why the mango tree remained dark the last time I looked at it. There I was, standing beneath the massive trunk. My eyes craving for fluorescence, my heart aching for re living memories...re living the Good ole' days...three words that never cease to bring a smile on my face. Alas...All that met my eyes were darkness of the darkest kind...

Thoughts and memories can be reflected in writing...depth of these feelings cannot...intensity of these emotions cannot...

Maybe this is the way of life for our generation...witnessing the loss of everything around us...everything... but us...This isn’t about fireflies...This is about every little thing that is the very essence of life...we lose these... We lose the essence...

I hope to open my eyes one day to the sight of fireflies greeting me...telling me they were not done yet.

Something tells me my hope is in vain...

For now, I can see the day when I’ll tell my kids stories about little flies that glowed with light illuminating everything around them...They would surely ask where the fireflies went..

"Well, they went back to heaven...right where they came from", would be my answer.

LESSONS – 1

DRIFTS

I drift into modes….
I drift into thoughts…
I sit back… Aaahhh…comfort….
I smile…thinking I’ve hit jack pot…I lie down…
let the pleasure of knowing I’ve got it all planned sink in…
Hmmm….my eyes close …(please don’t!!)

I drift…yet again…
OMG…not the thoughts again…
Never the less….lemme think …
Where was I??..Oh ya…I’ve hit jackpot…or…have I???
Is it piss? Pouring down my pants??? Ha….I wish…
It’s the pleasure of knowing I’ve got it all planned…
I sit back… yet again… minus the comfort
And learn yet another of life’s valuable lessons…

When you hit jack pot…STOP FRICKIN THINKIN!!!