Wednesday, July 04, 2018

Kuch meri kalam se



Aadat si ho gayi hai teri, parchaiy meri aur tu nazar aati hai,
Lafzon mein mere kashish hai teri, husn tera meri ibadat si ho gayi hai
Jaagta hoon raaton ko, khidki se tujhe jhaankta,
Dekha na tujhe shaam se, Kuch pal bhi ab muddat si ho gayi hai

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Masoom si hasi hai mere yaar ki,
Khuda bhi dekh kar sharma jaaye
Murdon mein jaan phoonk de
Aashiqon ki line lag jaaye

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Muddaton ke baad mehsus kiya hai jo,
Aankhon mein uske ek nasha sa hai,
Aanchal mein apne chupa leti hai wo is dil ko,
Pyar phir bhi dikh jaata jai humein

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Zakhm abhi hare hain, mat chu ae qaatil,
Haath laal tere honge, maile hum ho jayenge

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Dost wo purani thi



Dost wo purani thi,

Nazar jaane kyun badli aaj,

Khabar uski pehle se thi mujhe,

Jaane kyun dil dhadka aaj,

Ek anjaan si Khushi mehsus hui hai,

Dukh ke Saath aati hai na, woh wali,

Khoj raha tha jise main darbadar

Mila mujhe wo yahin kareeb,

Kya fayda lekin is faasle ka,

Duriyaan yeh mitengi toh nahin

Mera hokar bhi mera na hoga wo

Dil uska kahin aur hai

Saans lena bhi chod deta main

Ek baar jo kehde wo,

Haan maine bhi mohabbat ki hai tumse

Haan maine bhi mohabbat ki hai tumse

Many things I am...



Many things I am,a winner I'm not
Many things I like,a lover I'm not
Many things I feel, emotional I'm not
Many things I question, knowledgible I'm not
Many things I do, productive I'm not
Many things I see, observer I'm not
Many things I think,a philosopher I'm not
Many things I talk, listener I'm not

Many things I write,a reader I'm not

All things you read, you believed them, I could not







Thursday, February 05, 2015

It will happen soon


What is it about you, little do I know
My heart pounds less, beats a little slow

Every time that we meet,
It tends to skip a beat

I don't know you well, yet it seems like there's nothing I wanna know;
I've heard a lot and yet there's nothing for me to show

I know it's real but too good to be true,
I cherish these well spent moments with you

How long do they last that's hard to tell,
Remind me to come over and ring a bell

Coz it ain't gonna be over so soon,
It'll take time but I'll get you the moon.

Monday, October 21, 2013

I'm not defending Ishant nor am I ridiculing him

Ishant Sharma trolls are all over the internet. Some asking him to retire, other asking him to commit suicide while others simply have lots of adjectives around his name.

This is a typical cricket fan's outrage that you see. Its widespread and instant thanks to Whatsapp, Twitter and other social media. I got my first Ishant meme minutes after the match got over. It was the Ishant asking kaun bola target 360 tha forward. I was bemused for a little while but after that it was pure torture. With people imagining what might have happened inside the dressing room, while some poking fun at how how his mother and sister would be the two most popular people who were being remembered, etc.

It reminded me of what happened during the 2003 World Cup in South Africa where India started off on a bad note. There we effigies being burnt of cricketers, houses being attacked and the whole situation was almost as if some religious sentiments had been hurt. I felt as if we had gone back a decade and decided to behave as hooliganistically as we could.

Let me assure you here that I, as much a cricket fan as the paan wala you see at the nukkad who decides to delay your pan/cigarette only to hear the commentary of Sachin hitting that boundary off a Brett Lee scorcher. I, too, was as disappointed in Ishant when he bowled those howlers one after the other, seeing how effortlessly Faulkner rocked on the backfoot and pulled each one of those short balls for huge sixes. What was baffling me at that moment was that how come no other bowler/fielder came up to him to suggest something or may be just give him a tap on his shoulder telling him that they believed he could still pull off this one. The fact that he kept bowling balls half way down the pitch even after being dispatched like the luggage thrown on the baggage carousel of an Air India flight was prof that he was completely clueless. May be a session with Stuart Broad on how to recover from such blunders could help him cope up! But I am pretty sure Broad did not have to bear the brunt of the insult, the kind Indian fans dish out.

So to summarize I just wanted to post this as an opinion that Ishant Sharma may not have played his last match in the Indian jersey as may be the suggestion but the thousands of whatsappers. He still is India's leading wicket taker and the most experienced One Day bowler in the current squad. Agreed that Ishant hasn't done anything of great significance lately to keep him here for too long but take a look at the options at your disbursal and you will know why I say that.

A mentally unfit - Praveen Kumar
A perpetually injured Varun Aaron
A mysterious injury-prone Umesh Yadav
An average medium pacer Shami Mohammad
The big-leap-but-pace-no-line-no-length Ashoke Dinda
A bowler who Wasim Akram hails as the best left-armer in India but Dhoni doesn't think so Jaidev Unadkat
Yet to be tested Ishwar Pandey and Siddharth Kaul
And last but not the least
Where the fuck did this guy go after the World Cup Munaf Patel!!

Who do you think should make a comeback? Should we ask Sir Ajit Agarkar to may be re-think?

Thursday, September 26, 2013

The incomplete story

This is an incomplete story,
Of the one that gets away,

She still runs all over my mind,
Making things difficult than they are,

She does not want to join me now,
But I have saved her some space on the ride,

The trip is fun, as unplanned it may be,
I am waiting for the right company to step on the accelerator,

The map is drawn, the stops are marked,
Her approval is awaited though.

The journey is long and tiring,
We might even get old on the way,

But that's the plan and am hoping she hops on,
Shhh..but don't tell her yet, she's still making up her mind!

The confusion remains...

What is it that happens every single time,
What is it that triggers this reaction,

It seems unfathomable to me,
It seems unrealistic to me,

The signs have all been leading,
Then why is the heart bleeding,

Not once did I turn back,
Nor did I move away a minute,

Yet, the feelings did not reach,
It didn't cross the border, it didn't breach,

Now as I wait for the tides to change,
I, also look at my former self,

Not much has remained the same,
Not much has changed,

I still go by the same name,
I still play the same game!


Thursday, May 02, 2013

Kohli's body language gave it away

This happened in the match between Royal Challengers Bangalore and Mumbai Indians in Mumbai at the Wankhede stadium.

Kieron Pollard was on strike to Vinay Kumar, Pollard hit the call to mid-off and Ambati Rayudu was backing up. Kohli who with a direct throw a ball earlier had got Dinesh Karthik run-out, hit the stumps once again. Vinay Kumar in trying to get behind the stumps somehow got Rayudu in a tangle which made him raise the bat at the same time as the ball hit the wicket. Kohli appealed and eventually the umpire gave it out, the Mumbaikars started chanting 'cheater cheater' for Kohli as it was unsporting of him to run the batsman out since it was the bowler whose leg struck Rayudu's bat and made him go out of the crease after it was in the first time. To understand how it happened, see it for yourself below: Watch from 11:10 to 11:45.

Whatever may be the people's reaction to what Kohli did on the filed or what transpired between him and the Mumbai Indians supporters, what I did not appreciate was the arrogant body language that Virat Kohli expressed during the post match presentation. (From 4:01:54 to 4: 03: 21)

Now, I may be reading too much into the body language but also pay heed to the words he uses and how he dismisses the opposition. One ignore the aggressive stance for confidence or consider it a sign of arrogance. It is something that is open for debate. Take a look at Kohli, arms on his waist, chest a little out, not a smile but a smirk on his face. He is not holding anything back and is in a very defensive mode. His words are also as sharp as a big knife. He does mince any words in attacking the opposition. He defends his team mates which is a good thing as a captain but completely ignoring his team's lack of a good middle-order will not help RCB in the long run.

I best love his aggression on the field. There are, of course, people who think that his abusive ways are not justified at all, but I think its part of his personality. I mean, if his way of showing aggression is by abusing how does it matter. He is obviously not abusing anyone, and definitely not bad mouthing any players. For eg. when he got his Test match hundred he did say B^&*$%^#D, but was it to someone? No!

I, for one, think it is a bit of the arrogant nature that Kohli has managed to tone down a bit since his Under-19 days. The man is known to have a hot temper, just like his Delhi-team mate Gautam Gambhir with whom he had a small tiff a few weeks ago. What I see as bad body language could just be a defensive and a little angry Kohli though!




Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The dream walk

For a city that never sleeps waking up on a chilly Sunday morning at 5:30 am must have been a task. No wonder then that the 'Spirit of Mumbai' was the thing that was the most talked about at the annual Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon 2013!

For a city that is known to be rude, lazy, insensitive, full of workaholics and most leading a very unhealthy lifestyle it was a pleasure to see thousands assembling at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus right on time for a 42 km marathon!

I, myself a hardcore Mumbaikar, never fail to come up with an excuse for arriving late at meetings/dates/office, etc surprisingly made it on time for the start of the race. Although, let me admit, I was there for the poor man's marathon, also known as 'The Dream run'. It was a mere 6km run which was to begin at 9:00 am. I tried to hide my embarrassment by not letting most of my friends/acquaintances know that I was going for it by shying away from putting up pictures or posts about it on Facebook. Because, let's face it, how tough is it to run/walk 6 kms on empty and clean Mumbai roads, especially in comparison with those running the 42 and 21 kms!

My dream run or rather the dream walk as I would like to call it, was sponsored by my company. It garnered good response with about 50-60 mostly 30+ people making it on the day. With NGO banners in one hand and shouts of 'Mumbai Mumbai' we all looked like a bunch of protesters out to fight some MNC trying to overtake our city.

That embarrassment apart, what I saw were some very interesting scenes. As our battalion started moving ahead from the start line, we saw other athletes on the other side of the road about to complete their marathons. There were hoardes of Mumbaikars who had come to support those who were running and merely cheer the others. I saw some really old people running, a man in his 80s suffering from Parkinsons disease running for a charity that supported such patients. A lady running with a chair in her hand was the reason for a lot of amusement until people found out that she was carrying the chair for an old man running right behind her being. Helped by his assistant and a friend, this man could've easily stayed at home and relaxed with his grand kids but he decided against it.

There were some who had already started discussing where to eat after the run gets over, some women were overheard planning a 'dessert marathon' since they had burnt a hell lot of calories! A few giggles here, a few laughters there, some being sarcastic about people coming in for a 6 km run and calling themselves marathoners and some admiring the spirit of the audience who came in to watch and cheer.

Amidst this, there were a bunch of school kids standing at a turn with their guitars and mouth organs and lovely voices, waiting to greet the runners. An orphanage had set-up a small deck with 8-9 year-old singing old hindi film songs. It was a good fun walk and although it seemed like the SCMM guys had marketed the marathon well enough to get TV show guys to perform gigs and stuff, it was also a time to see the average Mumbaikar come out on a Sunday morning, walk and run with their friends and family, albeit in the name of 'Spirit of Mumbai' or to post on their Facebook walls 'I finished the Mumbai Marathon' etc, etc

Faith in the 'fun' Mumbaikar was restored and even though it lasted a couple of hours, it gave a lot of us that sense of accomplishment, that smile on our face, that reason to celebrate, that we had done something good today! This city sometimes needs such moments to come out and live life normally. Thanks, SCMM 2013!


Thursday, January 10, 2013

Koi toh batao usse

Koi toh jaaye aur bataye usse,
Main jee raha hoon khushi se,
Kabhi kabhi dard jab hota hai,
Pee jaata hoon khud hi ki marzi se,
Dekh kar uski harkatein puchta hoon khud se,
Ki kisse maine pyar kiya,
Kya yehi woh ek hasi thi,
Jiske liye main ab bhi ghut raha hoon,
Usse toh zara bhi fikar nahin,
Bas main hi hoon jo jee kar bhi mar raha hoon,
Chahta hoon ki koi toh bataye usse,
Ki haal theek nahin hain mere,
Magar phir yeh khayal aata hai,
Ki kya usse qadar bhi hai meri,
Main hi hoon jo ab tak uski yaad mein,
Aansu yunhi baha raha hoon,
Usse toh padi bhi nahin hai meri,
Ki main jee raha hoon ya mar gaya hoon,
Mere marne ke baad bhi khabar na dena yaaron,
Shayad tab bhi main khud hi batane chala jaun.