Cricket Reloaded

Aaha, what a fortnight it was!! No wonder i felt that i m witnessing a revolution in the cricketing world.A new dimension of watching this wonderful game, in its shortest version,presenting you the twenty20 format.(Oops!! probably im too late with the introduction).Initially, I thought that this form of game is nothing more than a "slogthon" and intentionally designed to morally,physically humiliate the bowlers and to satiate the psychic happiness of the wild hitters,so called "specialists".And i was pretty happy to see my perception supported by the skytouching biggies by gayle and gibbs in the first game and i really pitied the bowlers,even legends like pollock were taken for a toll .But this "G" factor did not rule the tournment,as we see.There was some special bowling skills developed soon before many people even realised it. Well directed fulltosses, slow balls,yorkers,short balls,intentional awry line ...this isn't common,becoz it was all happening fast and all in a single over!! And this yeilded results.well, i must say that this made the game interesting.In no time people realised that running for runs and building partnerships wasnt anymore ruled out for this form of the game.The sooner the teams realised it, the longer they stayed in the tournment.The high-wire tension this game produces incredible entertainment and attracted huge investments as advertisements.Being from a nation where cricket is more than a game, a religion ,what can one expect more than this, must mention the two memorable india-pak matche"s"(luckily two!! :) Thanks to the "bowl-out",a new jargon in cricket) in this regard.Well, I must say that team india did stand out of other teams and did not get away with the inexperienced team,instead came out in flying colors with a cup filled with experience and immense joy to drench the thirst of the nation struggling since last quarter of a centuary to held one such thing.congo team india, u made us proud.
This "revolution" did not end with this victory.Somehow indians are too obsessed with this form of the game.Result: ICL and IPL.well ,well!! surely a leap in cricket.Imagine,after a year or so, brian wud b playing along with dada in kolkata,while boucher keeps wickets in bingaz bowling.This surely sounds manchester united or barca.Exciting!! Aaha, no, it doesnt end here.Soon there will be a survival test for the ODI's and the already endangered "tests", which is considered by many analysts as the "real" cricket.There is already a substansiate amount of debate on this topic but it doesnt seem to last long with the triumph of twenty20.This shouldn't happen,we are not gonna miss the fun and memories of laxman standing out and fighting hard to win a test match from a follow-on or anil sweeping up a whole team single handedly to send the visitors with gruelling defeat or the famous "ashes".Hope a mutual existence of all the forms of game,a unique game which supports different versions with a common base,sounds fantastic and equally unrealistic.Only time can determine where this huge "leap" lands up.Long Live Cricket!!

I am your's

I feel for u,
when u r not in a mood,
and there's noone too good
when u r badly hurt,
and there's noone for ur support

I will stand by u,
when no one can understand,
and u r left as an isolated strand,
when u r completely lost,
regretting the dark side of the past.

I will fight for u,
when u lose all the hope,
and it becomes difficult to cope.
when the hunters are on the prowl,
and u r the endangered soul.

I live for u,with u,
till the dusk in my life sets in,
I will wait till then,
to tell the untold,
" Oh my Dear!! I m ur soul."

My Plight

It was a lazy morning.The sun was on a holiday in the close cover of the dark clouds for almost a week now.While the dawn marked a relief for a few deeply involved in the technical festival over the last weekend, many lethargic souls like me were indifferent towards the most happening things in our campus.Cursing the whole administration for scheduling classes in the early hours of the day, I started walking towards the NAC.There was the unusual chill in the air or probably i felt so coz this was the first time i am attending since the last monday.As always i cherished the past when i passed besides the school in our campus, relishing upon the nostalgic days,i waded my way through my dreams into classroom.I tried hard to escape the stern look of my professor who was already bamboozled to find just one student apart from me and that too 10 minutes after the start of the class.To add to his dismal, i found myself a comfortable last bench trying to hide myself behind the only other soul present in the class. Some of my classmates followed in the next half of the class.Soon i was into where I stopped at...Day dreaming.. this has become a hobby for me in the recent past. Things seem better when I close my eyes and allow my brain to explore the unexplored world of fantasy. This is a typical routine in my life these days where i forget where i started my day and where i m lost in the middle of the day only to realise in the night that i did nothing other than playing for a couple of hours and hanging out with my friends and of course day dreaming.
Every Hero needs a saviour in such a situation, I m not an exception!!

Just For You

(Dont look for rhyming as my feelings are too wild and sweet(weird combo...so am I!!) for it)



I love the way u look at me,
Your eyes bright with a silver lining across,
Always sending chills down my spine,
I love the way u laugh,
making me wonder ' who said the pearls of hyd are the most beautiful?'
I love the way u scold me,
the innocense of a child,
the possesion hidden in the words
I love the way u wait for a reply,
after messaging me,
cursing the network and following it with missed calls
I love the way u miss me,
your brain and heart fighting each other for a mutual existence
I love the way u blush when u hear a compliment,
your cheeks red
and an insatiable hunger for more of those
I love the way u make me so happy
And the ways u show u care.
I love that u are with me
And glad that u r mine
I love the way u feel
that im flirting with u in ur subconscious mind
trying hard to prove urself that i m not
I love the way
u read this again and again
just to see the reflections of your feelings in my words
I love u for watever u are
after all i exactly donno,
rather any language other than 'love' is insufficient to express wat i like in u"

where to start??

There are many ways of expressing oneself.Finally, i realise that there cant be a better way than talking to myself.Hmm yes I ve found a platform to spill out things that always keep running in my subconcious mind.lets get started.