Lyf's About....

This Poem was written for one of my closest & best friends on his birthday... the dude was threatened that i might write a poem for some gal in future & not him :D !! so this one is for u mahn... posted for all those who asked for it... & well one of my favourite poems:

lyf's about 100 bucks and bike ride..

and the laughter we shared after a Sumo tried to kill us..

lyf's about you driving and rock music..

and we singing in screeching voices..

lyf's about sunday mornings and cricket by the beach...

your endless ducks and my bad running..

lyf's about college and bunking lectures...

the cheap canteen food and endless hogging...

lyf's about bitter coffee and u hating it...

and me not getting, why you like it sweet...

lyf's about mindless humour and gibber talks..

some business plans and sum lost thoughts...

lyf's about my stupidity and your support...

some crashing troubles and fun cover ups...

lyf's about my house, overnights and 2 am...

and endless movies and sitcoms I translated...

lyf's about sum stupid poems and painful shayaris...

and you not making fun of even the crappy ones...

this lyf's about "YOU".... this lyf's about "ME"....

this lyf's about "OUR FRIENDSHIP".......~~~

Executing a written script.

Sachin Tedulkar on passing 11,953 test-runs & become the highest run-maker ever in Test Cricket

It is sometimes the most difficult thing to live upto, what is considered as inevitable... being a devotee to my God and more so a cricket enthusiast, even I had assumed since childhood that Sachin's gonna reach there. To everyone it was not a question of whether he will do it, but of when? It was the final awaited jewel in the crowning glory of a great test batsman's career, most have never dared to even dream of it.
To remind people, I want to say, we have forgotten the greatness of this feat under the weight of expectations from this Man. Not that any Indian still gives him the space to be a mortal on the 22 yard strip. 10 governments have changed, 84 crore expecting eyes have become 110 crore expecting eyes, India has become from a poor underdeveloped country to one of the fastest most sought after growing global economy, 2 recessions have passed, STD trunk calls have been replaced by mobile phones in every hand, Fiat Padmini has given way to Honda Accord, Hamara Bajaj is passé, youth impress chicks on Yamaha R15, Bombay became Mumbai, Madras - Chennai, Calcutta - Kolkata, Bangalore - Bangalurooo. We can't even spell city names correctly anymore.  A whole 3 generations have found hope for India in a little man to achieve what they couldn't, to bring glory to a starved nation, to sway their emotions in an India vs Pakistan encounter or to be just proud on one fine day of 'being an Indian' and celebrating.

Yes, it takes that much of a time for a small 16 yr old school boy with curly hair, sparkle in his eyes and a bigger bat for his size, to fulfill his and a country's dream. For this 19 yrs of perseverance, hard work and a romantic affair with the game, We salute you, truly, you are a champion of our hearts.

STATUTORY WARNING !!!

Most things mentioned in this blog are pure works of fiction.. Atif's Aadat and Linkin Park's Numb have evoked most of the below thoughts.. The writer warns the reader of attaching themselves to the flowery use of words.. Nething mentioned in the writings should not be construed as feelings or emotions and held against the hopelessness and insanity associated with the writer over the years.. Commenting is Free, u don have to pay the Blogger for it..

Ps: I don know if u will enjoy reading my blog but was the purpose of my lyf to make u happy ?? If u do not understand nethin plz do not bother cursing me, may be i m just too deep for u and u r as dumb as i initially thgt u were..

~PEACE~

Inside the Devil's Mind...

Facing a fear.... Ride or Collide...

Once upon a time lived the fearless Spartans.. blah blah.. fearless attitudes and stories can just go on.. rite ?

‘Fearless’ has been exaggerated over the centuries giving it a superhuman touch.. Ignorance of wat an individual fears doesn’t make him fearless.. does it ?? Pondering over the yrs I hv understood tat everybody fears something, its more about u knowing it & how u face it ??

Its not about battling it out or running away from it but the calmness of just staring at it and still trying to remain unaffected.. Nobody sees ur attitude at tat time and nobody cares, but u have to face some truths urself sometimes to attain a salvation.. I m not trying to be a new kind of yogi here, if u thinking so ?! better said than done ??

a 300 kms bike journey at unmentionable speeds in dark nite wid mucky NH-17 amidst a storm and then steep foggy ghats took my hypothesis to next level.. I must admit - I was damn afraid, for a major part of the ride coz at such speeds and on such unknown dark terrains u cant make mistakes.. and if u make, u wont be able to write such blogs.. No guarantees tat those fears wont haunt u back but it felt great conquering a fear at tat time.. at times such insanity gives me the sanity to face the ‘real normal world’.. the fear and facing it had given me a high and a new understanding (sumthing which booze has been unable to!!!), to try out another hypothesis, another adventure next time.. the whole episode summed up to - The Fear was High & I was High on Lyf…

Dying Love....

a little pain still lingers... on a now happy mask...
a heaviness still weighs... on once grieving heart...

I m tired of smiling... sometimes of being so untrue...

a little tear still remains... on the corner of an eye...
a little cry still awaits... on once hurt me...

a little envy still stays... on the other hand tat touched u...
a little piece still unbroken... on once shattered dreams...

i m tired of being numb... sometimes of thinkin i m not waitin...

a little hope still lives on... somewhere deep down, i don know...
a little Love just doesn die... sayin tat may be........ I Still.....................