Adieu ........... DADA !!!!!!!

A glorious career comes to an end today, Sourav Ganguly, the man with a never-say-die spirit, packed his pads for ever. The Royal Bengal Tiger has bidden his adieu to Cricket today. Love him or hate him ..... Everyone had to accept and acknowledge him....Not even his fieriest critic can spell any cast of his Captaincy Q. He is undoubtedly the BEST INDIAN CAPTIAN India has Produced till date.

Sourav will be remembered as a cricketer who had a career as dramatic as it can be. A dream debut at Lords with back to back Centuries, transforming Indian Cricket Team to the media buzzed “Team India" - A Team of Fighters, had his share
of Controversies always, made one of the best comebacks in Cricket History after being relegated.... 'The Prince of Kolkata' had complete coverage of his Sine Curve. What singles him out is his ability to translate back to Sine from Cosine quadrant
every time. He is really a spirited fighter who will inspire posterity for a long time. A legacy to be cherished in the hearts of millions. Already his soccer-style shirt waving from the Lord's balcony has become one of the niche points of Indian
Cricketing Moments. As long as Cricket will be played, Photographers or the media barons will continue to flash this. It is not only a gimmick which some guys might spell out to Milk booty, it also signifies the arrival of New India. A young, vibrant India ready to take on the world. It has huge psychological significance. If the last ball Sixer of Javed Miandad of Chetan Sharma dehydrated Indian spirit of its self Confidence in the mid-eighties at Sharjah, the very act, however controversial, has the Sanjeevani effect that we can. It has outcast the eclipse of mental block edges that used to savior our minds. He elevated the spirit of the team from the point of no return. Made people eat up their words countless times. Always un-predictable. None except Ganguly can dare an eye to eye to Steve Waugh,in the zenith of Australia's Glory, which he did compelling the later to ventilate his discomfort against Sourav in his autobiography. This is the USP of DADA, the real DADA of Indian Cricket.It's not surprising the whole stadium giving standing ovation when he went to the enjoy the central 22 yard stretch for the last time. Even fellow Australians gave him standing ovation ... a feat to be untouched for long long time. Always he earned respect and admiration from the greats of Cricketing World. Be it, Boycott,Kapil,Gavaskar,Lara,even Steve Waugh, Ricky Ponting...... It by itself testifies his stature .... reflection of his steel.Not everyone can breathe the fragrace of honey in the air .... baring the butterflies who find their own way to praise the best flower.

He is a cricketer of his own class, a lefty with rare elegance and glamour. It is a treat to the eyes to observe his silky cover drives. Equally electrifying was his lofty sixes. Ganguly, the captain will overshadow Ganguly, the palyer ( World Class Left Handed Batsman). Will never forget the innings of Asia Cup Finals at Dhaka,the smashing of Srilanka on '99 WC,most lethal partnership with Sachin in the opening slots -- The list is endless. I would miss those silken drives piercing seven fielders through the off-side which propelled Dravid,The Wall to give him one of the many synonyms he has been attached to - "The God on the OFF SIDE". Not only me, cricket fans across the globe will have the same opinion. Had a hope that Dada will thrash a Century in his last innings. Unfortunaletly, the Prince of Kolkata went out for a duck in the last innings of his career’s final Test innings. Objectively, it elevates him on Limits tends to Don Bradman !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!}}}}}}}}}

Might be Dada can continue to serve for some more time. Might be he would have scored some more runs. Might be he would have parked some more centuries to his kitty ...... but the timings could not have been better what I feel. He is the person, who had compelled mighty Australia have a taste of their own pill for the first time. Today, when the Sun sets on VCA Stadium Nagpur, its the Tri-Colour again reigning supreme over the sprinkle stars. He will have the satisfaction and confidence, that the team he built on his own from scratch has finally graduated to a side which can stand tall against any one. The remarkable historic win against Australia will be the greatest tribute, the contemporary comrades can pay him .......which Team India did for their Principal Architect.......... Life with its pinch of salt might not be sweeter than this ..............

Road to Success

The road to success is not straight
There is a curve called failure
A loop called confusion, Speed bumps called friends
Red lights called enemies & caution lights called Family

But if you have a flair for perseverance & determination,
A driver called God will drive you to the highway of Success ......

One needs to roll on there as it's an eternal road without any station !!!!!!!

What women want

The other day i had a great discussion with our women colleagues on the very old yet irreistible topic viz Womens Liberations, Their likes and dislikes, Men ego,Men Hypocracy, Pseudo - Femine Exploitation etc.etc. As usual THE ARGUMENTS STILL CONTINUES !!!!!!! ...... The very next day one of them came back with a very good poem which i am posting ... its a nice penned down thought on " What Women Wants " - given the fact even God fails to understand lets browse through view ......

What women want

Women are shallow
Women are vain
Women, men feel
Are often a pain.

Now if that’s true
What’re you to do?
I must ask then
What’s a woman to you

A mother, a wife;
Or a sister beside
Here are some women
Men walk alongside.

We say we are equal,
We say we are strong
Truth of the matter is;
We are rarely wrong!

What do we want?
You ask us today,
Will you ask again tomorrow?
What happened to yesterday?

Are you ready to listen?
That list runs long
No expense necessary
But you must be strong.

We want love & respect
Not be spoken down to
Some understanding & compassion
For the work that we do.

We play many roles
We try not to hurt,
We pretend to be strong
Whenever you are curt.

We say we are equal
We say we are strong
Truth of the matter is
We are sometimes wrong.

We want to be cherished
Thought of as wise
A compliment from you
Will be really nice.

Treat us sweet
Treat us kind
Treat us like Queens
We don’t mind!

Be nice to a lady
For how lovely she is
Her smile & her warmth
Is one you will miss.

Buy her some flowers
A trinket or two
A bar of chocolate
And she’s closer to you.

A call in the day
‘Hi! How do you do?’
A hug in the night
To say ‘I love you’

Hold our hand
Please make us laugh
Listen to our woes
They will divide by half

Let me end my rambling
Let me stop this jaunt
I have answered the question
Of what women want!

Any one out there with any more views ????????????????

A Night of Romance

I am posting a small scriplet which moved me like anythig .....Its not my original rather taken from somewhere else Cant stop the temtation to have it in my blog

A night of romance

A night of romance is all I desire
Cradling creamy moon in my lap
The twinkle of stars in my eyes
Sweet smell of wine in our sighs
Sitting beside you on the grass
Under the clear black open skies
Your fingers moving hesitantly
Slowly trying to touch mine
Distant music floating in the air
Rhythm of heart-beats deep inside
Sending shivers down my spine
Knowing the world is conspiring
To end it all in a kiss divine

A prelude to new beginning and the power of love

I have seen the movie P.S I Love You !!! today. It was in my shelf for a long time borrowed from Niel. Just happened to came across the DVD post mid-night while just browsing through my shelf before attacking the bed. Sometimes a single thought gives you a new direction and that’s what happened with me today. Inspite of having a good eventful day -- a Weekend categorized with an early morning wake up, Spending half a day at office doing some work, having lunch with some old friends, Guitar Class with the evening being spent with College Friends freaking out in malls favoring eye candies followed by a yammy dinner of Hyderabadi Biriyanis ,,,,,, cant ask for more ,,,,,,, but the very sight of the DVD moved me to press the eject of D Drive of my laptop. Within 2 mins i was going through the titles. A great movie which seeks the power love .... that i can destroy you and make you alive from dead too.... The movie also epitomizes how a good precise planning can make the mountains move ....how you can bring back someone to life from virtual dead... The Hero Gerard Butler dies a pre-mature death with his beautiful wife played by Hilary Swank amalgamates herself into a shell of the memories of her decayed husband. It also gives flesh to the understanding that if you love someone trulely you ought take care now and even after you are gone. Jerry, the husband knows that once he is gone , Holly,the Wife will be devasted.No one knows Holly better than Jerry. Now Jerry had to take care of her even after he is gone,,,,to bring her on board of life. He made a brilliant plan to embark the voyage of re-discovery of Holly on her 30th birthday through a gift in the form of a Birthday Cake and a pre-recorded message being delivered to her.It is followed by a series of letters with instructions to live life. He knows that Holly cannot deny Jerry. He took this advantage while forcing Holly to scrap her inhibitions. He prepared her brick by brick . Its really eventful saga to enjoy the series of events through which Holly transformed herself, started to live life !!!!!!!!!!!

It clearly envisages the words of Deepak Chopra " There is no accidents. There is only some purpose that we havent yet understood "
We need to move on and Kiss the World !!!!!!!!!!

Dreams and desires

My desires Like flowers Bloom by day And die by night
My dreams Like a river Starts flowing as a thin stream and Gushes forth with force

In my desires I inhale the scent Of a momentary
In my dreams I bathe everydayWashing my tired soul With its cleansing powers

Desires, I pluck & flaunt them
Dreams, I wet myself with itI swim deep in them always falling back on !

My desire is my budding dream
My dream is my flow of lifeWithout which I am lost in the chaotic world
Like a lotus in muddy waters

A Feeling Re-cherised !!!!

I was riding back home after a day full of great events.I was passing down the road with fellow minded comrades who like me spent another semi-nightout. Suddenly flower petals in the form of rain started to pour in. I was in the mid of a 4 km by pass with green pastures on both sides of the road. Not a place where I can stand for a shelter. I was stuck for a moment in dilemma !!!!! decided to ride on with an aspiration to decode the intention of the almighty. Slowed down my pace enjoying the rain which by then started to kiss my whole body. By the time I crossed the intermediate ring road I was overwhelmed by the LOVE Signs evident all over my body.I saw people standing in bit and pieces under whatever shelter they can grab. Standing alone in a crowded world. A thought pour in my mind should I join them in the party with the showers graduated to drizzling by that time. Suddenly a flash sparked in my mind …… an image of a teenage boy enjoying the blessing of rain god with his fellow friends playing football ,,,,,,,,, it was me ,,,,,,, I was surprised to watch the vivid picture. I felt nostalgic. Within a fraction of a second I decide to subscribe to the thought. A thought to live my nostalgic feeling again .Bid farewell to people standing in different shelters. Embarked on my journey to reach home. The roads by then became springs trying to transform to canals.I steered my bike like a water scooter ……… wow it was feeling I was riding on the shallow waters of Bhaga or Colva .Rain drops was craking on my helmet screen making it difficult to ride. I unclaped the screen to visulaise the world in the naked eye only to discover the passion of God trying to touch my cheeks and lips. A sparking feeling reeled down my spine with an energetic vigor. I was overwhelmed to taste the purity of life in the form of minute droplets. Handfull of cars and bikes were being rowed down the road.
I can see the orchesta of the GOD VARUN by that time in front of me .The drive was very risky with the tunes of the symphony repeatedly attacking my eyes. Still unfazed or being hypnotized by the eternal fashion show I went on , struggling to keep myself balanced in the line.As the saying goes “ Fortune favours the Brave “ or taking pity on our situation , the Bangalore Traffic Police was giving handful of bikers like me a free ride at each and every signal.I was moving down the road with my senses needing no direction to cover the same usual route.I was feeling like a free flow bird while realizing the crazy act I was doing. It feels so good !!!!!!! so blessed !!!!! to share the rain droplets in such a fashion. Tons of nostalgic thoughts started to impregnate my mind , fabricating their thoughts in an unusual manner. Felt if there is a heavenly feeling somewhere its is here……. and …..now this is the second to cherish….. no need to dip in the Holy Manasorovar or KumbhMela ,, we can have our salvation right here only in this materialist world ……

I opened the gate to park my bike…… A feeling flowing all through my blood . A feeling of your own desire enjoyed in a divine way…..

Oh ! God !!!!! Thank you so much for such kindness to re-live my childhood days for sometime…… A Journey of 20 years being re-lived in 30 Minutes ………………..

Thoughts ......

Thoughts .... a bunch of ideas spinning across minds 24/7. It cannot be quantified by volume. Its been said to be the the fastest entity.
At one time i am thinking of nature, the very next moment i am thinking of future. I am surprised how much human can expect and tune his creative mind to drive pleasure or prick. Great people always said thoughts determine ours course of life. Some people even say we create our relaity through the thoughts being harvested in our mind. I too sometimes experienced this . We thing it should happen like this and it hapened exactly the same way driving cold water through my spine inspite of joy ....... Philosophers urgue that if we think big we will be big.... Even Napoleon Hill scripted a Best Seller : " Think & Grow Rich " on the foundation of thought and its flow. But still then why we have thousanfs of people still dying unfed !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Least we think of food whenever we are hungry,,,,,,,, Can any of the Big Bulls answer this query !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Life & Oppurtunity

Life how to define it. A very complex entity. Everyone sees it in a different perspective. Its amazing to visualize the colors being painted on the canvas of life.Everytime new colors are being sprinkled in the alias of new experiences and its impact. The road everyone travels since birth is a testimoney in itself. Everyone has some many experiences to share. Life is indeed colorful. But then why we make it shady with amagarated tunes of jealosy and parocialism. Its the sheer absence or presence of industry which determines ones altitude. We all know it . But still
we tend to forget it. Rather we indulge him gossips citing his luck etc.etc. I am not an unique in this trait.... why ???? May god give us all the power to conquer his cons thereby unleashing himslef to the trilions of oppurtunites life offers to us every moment ......................