Let's Go...

Let's go...

One last time to salvage some pride...

One last time to beat the demons inside...

One last time to try and just nudge the tide..

One last time before the homeward ride..

Let's go...

No Room for Stereotype...

Not every war has a deserving winner...

Sometimes you pay a lot more than a sinner...

Not every villian is eventually killed....

Not every vacancy is always filled...

Responsibility doesn't always come along with power...

Books are often only as good as their cover...

Not every story ends on a happy note...

There could be a thug in that black coat...

Not every Goliath is easy to beat...

Not all clumsy men have two left feet...

Sometimes you don't even get your opportunity cost...

Losing battles are generally lost...

Not every superhero can afford to fly...

Not every rule has something to imply...

Not all rivalries are about taking a swipe...

There really is no room for stereotype...

In the Air...

Ah What a lovely morning this! Bright and Sunny, a perfect day for some good,competitive cricket. Before I could realize, I was on my way to what they call the Mecca of Cricket, The Lords'. I sat motionless in the stands and watched bodies on the, sweating it out in the name of Pre-match warm up. I didn't need anything of that sort.I was indeed, Perfect. I somehow enjoyed the power that came along with this unmatched perfection.

I waited for them to finish their practice before I could hit the field. I began to gather my thoughts. In exactly 6 minutes, I would be in the middle, in the thick of action. As I proceeded towards the pitch, a lot of arbit thoughts began to hit my head. I began to recall what a lot of 'pundits' of the game have said about me in the past. I vividly recall a few of them claiming that I was very important and on certain days I could be a major factor for the outcome of the game. They say I tend to be equally important for both the teams,and they've said it on camera ( I have proof!).

Sounds like a lot of pressure,doesn't it?

Well not really, Its just a matter of going out there, believing in yourself, taking that big leap and sucking up to gravity and falling back. But its those few seconds in the air, that matter the most. It's the thrill that attracts me to this game and that's why I've been here, doing this, again and again over decades now. Trust me, its fun!

Leaf out of a match toss coin's diary!

Its been a while...

It's been a while since I last decided to revive this blog ( which was once the only love of my life) and a lot has happened. A lot has happened since I last wrote and published something on this medium and I thought I'll quickly run through them so that the time gap is at least done away with (only to make myself feel better).

Around four months ago in March, I was probably talking about the sorrow of missing home, the joy of staying away from it, the new hostel experiences. Never before this would I have thought that in four months, I would've seen so many things occur and bring me back to the same situation where I begin to miss home yet again.

Thanks to the Internal Exams (or the lack of giving it) I had my first tryst with a backlog. The moment I told mom about it, her eyes must have rounded up and popped out and she couldn't believe what she was hearing. While I spent a few days trying to explain how it wasn't that big a deal (of course, in vain) I also managed to bag, what was my first internship opportunity. Won't delve too much into that but its probably one of the best experiences I've had so far. So I'll steer clear through Irfan interview and Gilchrist-Legend- mention (ofcourse, I had to write this :D) and talk about what else I've been upto.

Stayed in Mumbai for 45 days and didn't see the city around too much (lowest point in my life so far) but still managed to have the kind of fun I was hoping to have. IPL, they said, lacked the frills this year, but somehow it always amused me. Two new teams came in, one entertained in an adopted home and the other in outrageous costumes (Entertainment ke liye Kuch bhi karega contestants? ) and both sucked pretty much. Again, I don't want to get too much into the tournament, but was pretty disappointed how DC were lethargic and MI just couldn't finish things off (yet again!) but the lowest point ever was probably CSK winning again!

So, IPL ended and so did the internship. Learnt a few things that I probably wouldn't in any classroom. Spent the most jobless 20 days back home (after a testing 45-day Mumbai stint, mind you). Began to get excited about getting back to campus, came back and it was completely different. Different because a lot of things changed. Rules changed. Timings changed (God Save my roommate. It's going to be a year long struggle for the poor chap). But there I was in class again, sleeping with a pen in my hand (It's been a signature classroom move since Graduation days ), there I was writing random things in a completely different (and depressingly boring) class. Ended up with a 15-page Screenplay for a movie I intend to make (Probably the second most exciting things that's coming up very soon). The phase when you start missing home has already begun and will continue to haunt me till I go back home once (even if it is just for a couple of days). The phase where you miss ghar ka khaana the most had begun, the phase when you miss your people, your city, your language, your room, your bitch (Activa ofcourse) have all settled and it doesn't seem like they came in with a return ticket.

Anyhow, in other news, India did manage to trounce the Windies in both 50-over format and the Test series but somehow it wasn't convincing. I was extremely disappointed to see the way Murali Vijay played. The man who came in, in 2008 as a specialist TEST opener and played just a couple of years of IPL, has been arm-twisted into a slogger. One could see that in his game in the test series and I was furious, to say the least. I really had hopes of seeing him give Sehwag a run for his money at the top and accompany the Sehwag-Gambhir duo as a reserve opener for a long time to come. But, with Mukund already pushing him down the pecking order, I see a daunting task for the otherwise stylish Right hander from Tamil Nadu (who also happens to be Mukund's opening partner in first class matches). But having said that, Mukund just landed the chance of his lifetime and a few good outing on testing wickets at England can help him grab enough eye balls to consider him ahead Vijay in the future as well. Kinda looking forward to something of that sort.

Yes, India's tour of England is probably the most exciting thing that is coming up right now. Cannot wait to watch the current best team take on an insanely in-form home team. Can't wait to see Sachin drive Tremlett through the covers and bring up his first century at Lords', can't wait to see Dravid play a typical fighting innings and bring up a gritty double ton with a glorious square cut off Anderson. More importantly, Just cannot wait to see Ishant Sharma show the same form he did in Australia.

Exciting month ahead :D

Ah Well.

Post Graduation is a bitch. Makes you do weird things. At least makes ME do weird things. Not weird exactly but surely not things that I can be very proud of. Coming to think of it, less than a year ago, (around 9 months ago ) I was such a happy free kid back at home in Hyderabad. My future was certainly unclear but I was happy atleast (okay, I know that doesn't sound right, but its really okay mom). It's not like I'm not happy now but the past 9 months have brought along way too many changes, in and around me. Even if I steer clear of the little pleasures of living a wonderful bachelor's life in the boys' hostel, singing and dancing on arbit songs, hogging maggi and watching movies at ungodly hours, I've somehow developed the appetite for worrying a little too easily ( Ironically, lost my actual appetite and a lot of weight went along ).

So, there I was in Hyderabad, sitting in my room, playing 1-on-1 fifa with Madhu and talking cricket, chelsea,chicks and so much more and here I am, still playing fifa but doing loads of other stuff as well. The last 9 months have taught me a lot but I really do not like the pressure that tags along all the time. Maybe its just in my head, maybe I'm better that what I make of myself, maybe I need to speak up a little more and look for opportunities...maybe!

But being a staunch believer of alls well that ends well, I think as time progresses I will get used to the pressure ( Just incase, Im not used to it already) and make a better person in a year's time than I could have ever been, if I had chosen to stay back at Hyderabad and continued to reside in my little nutshell called 'an extremely laid back life.' I'm glad about being here and the excitement of being ready to begin working in a year's time will keep me in high spirits (if anything else doesn't :P). When I read through this post, I really don't know why exactly I decided to write this but well, I'm glad...yes, I'm glad about this as well. That's all for now...I guess.

Its here again.

~~~ Can the proteas' not choke?~~~

~~~ Can we really win our second~~~

~~~ Can co-hosts Sri Lanka dominate throughout? ~~~

~~~ Can the Aussies retain it? ~~~~

~~~ Can the English be a surprise package?~~~

~~~ Can Pakistan silence the cricketing world?~~~

~~~ Can Sachin add this feather to his Illustrious cap?~~~

~~~ Can Murali end on a high?~~~

~~~ Can the Windies revive their old World Cup form?~~~

~~~ Can the Kiwis play out of their character?~~~

~~~ Can a minnow win its first? ~~~

To Revival, With Love

Walking along a small but busy road, a thought hit me in the head like a tracer bullet and brought a rather tragic end to all the laziness that was filled up there. I suddenly felt like a 4-year old kid who was let loose in an open field after 4 days of illness and he just ran, ran till he was out of sight. I felt like an out of form striker who made his way back to score the penultimate goal and take his side to a much needed victory. I felt like a spider that clawed its way back to the web. I felt like a pauper who just had a sudden turn of fortune. After an unexpected and involuntary hibernation from this love of mine for over 4 months, I suddenly have such overwhelming feelings running up and across my system. With that thought in my head, I'll set for myself a very ambitious target of one post per day starting from now. So here's to revival, with love!