I don't have a safety pin....
I miss you then
I need a second opinion...
I miss you then
What earrings do I wear with these...?
I miss you then
Need a partner for the movies....
I miss you then
Feel like having my favourite sambaar....
I miss you then
Couldn't tell you what I felt like at 4 a.m
I missed you then
16 Oct 2007
2 Oct 2007
THE T20 MAGIC......
Sport is beautiful & cruel..
It was cruel months ago in a certain cricket ground in the West Indies... when India was humiliated and sent out of the World Cup.
Sri Lanka beat India in that crucial match.. And no one.. not even someone who never followed the sport would have been able to erase those images that played out on every channel, everyday hence on...
There was shock, tragedy, pain, utter disappointment.... and sadness... writ large over all those faces.. sitting in the pavillion. That was probably the better place to be at that moment..
And I am sure Dravid and his men would have prayed with all their hearts for the clocks to rewind...
No one likes to lose. That is what sport does to you. I am not saying this because I am part of a country that follows cricket with its every breath..
Any sport would have the ability.... to make you wish you never lost.. Because no one wants to be on the other side of the fence....
That moment was one I never wanted to witness again in a while to come.. Not becuase India lost.. but because a team had lost.. especially in the way it did..
A team stood desolate.. alone... stranded.. deserted in a world which looked up to the victorious..
Fast forward to the 24th of September... A final that a cricket lover would probably rarely get to see..
Pakistan taking on India in the finals of the Twenty 20 World Cup..
I will not take up much time to tell you what I felt about India's performance in the tournament..
It had showed great heart.. grit.. determination.. fire.. hunger... that got them a berth in the final..
No one could take away that from this team...
And the final played out only like it should have.. Till the very last ball of the match.. till Sreesanth took that catch..
And when India won... I had tears in my eyes... Why?
Because here was a team that had won... a team that had won the way it did... experienced how it was to 'win'....
It's great to win.. to succeed...
And here was a team.. that not many months ago.. had suffered their worst defeat in years!
I cried.. because this win, had in a sense... purged me of all the gloom that the Caribbean defeat had brought along with it..
I saw them celebrating.. I saw Dhoni.. pulling all his boys in a huddle.. I don't know what he said to them.. But the gestures and the emotions flowing in that unit.. was enough to make me realise how much they had wanted this.. How much they had yearned for it..
and seeing the happy faces.. I knew they deserved it...
It was cruel months ago in a certain cricket ground in the West Indies... when India was humiliated and sent out of the World Cup.
Sri Lanka beat India in that crucial match.. And no one.. not even someone who never followed the sport would have been able to erase those images that played out on every channel, everyday hence on...
There was shock, tragedy, pain, utter disappointment.... and sadness... writ large over all those faces.. sitting in the pavillion. That was probably the better place to be at that moment..
And I am sure Dravid and his men would have prayed with all their hearts for the clocks to rewind...
No one likes to lose. That is what sport does to you. I am not saying this because I am part of a country that follows cricket with its every breath..
Any sport would have the ability.... to make you wish you never lost.. Because no one wants to be on the other side of the fence....
That moment was one I never wanted to witness again in a while to come.. Not becuase India lost.. but because a team had lost.. especially in the way it did..
A team stood desolate.. alone... stranded.. deserted in a world which looked up to the victorious..
Fast forward to the 24th of September... A final that a cricket lover would probably rarely get to see..
Pakistan taking on India in the finals of the Twenty 20 World Cup..
I will not take up much time to tell you what I felt about India's performance in the tournament..
It had showed great heart.. grit.. determination.. fire.. hunger... that got them a berth in the final..
No one could take away that from this team...
And the final played out only like it should have.. Till the very last ball of the match.. till Sreesanth took that catch..
And when India won... I had tears in my eyes... Why?
Because here was a team that had won... a team that had won the way it did... experienced how it was to 'win'....
It's great to win.. to succeed...
And here was a team.. that not many months ago.. had suffered their worst defeat in years!
I cried.. because this win, had in a sense... purged me of all the gloom that the Caribbean defeat had brought along with it..
I saw them celebrating.. I saw Dhoni.. pulling all his boys in a huddle.. I don't know what he said to them.. But the gestures and the emotions flowing in that unit.. was enough to make me realise how much they had wanted this.. How much they had yearned for it..
and seeing the happy faces.. I knew they deserved it...
Here was a team that had just tasted success..
And you felt for this bunch of boys.. who in that moment had transformed into men.. happy.. guts flowing.. powerful.. dream weavers...
Here was a squad.. that had realised its dreams.. and had done it with all the zest that they possessed.
And you felt for this bunch of boys.. who in that moment had transformed into men.. happy.. guts flowing.. powerful.. dream weavers...
Here was a squad.. that had realised its dreams.. and had done it with all the zest that they possessed.
It may not be fair for anyone to live in the past.. but memories are what we are made of.....
1 May 2007
30 Mar 2007
From the C to the D
Walking in the rain
Picking flowers in the morning
Screaming down the road on a bullet
Steel Helmet
Sitting on freshly cut grass
Eating samosas and sipping lime juice
Padded up to play some cricket
Fete and festivals
Chats and chaats in our corner
The magic show and the star
The knives and the black T-shirt
The mime and the mystery
Coming in.. You sleeping... Going out.. You still sleeping
Spicy dosas in the middle of the night
Some parties and some music... some...
Mahabs and more....
Straight out and not quite
The empty halls
Sister Hilda... Ha ha ha ha ha
From C to D........
It's been long...... Yes.... long.....
Picking flowers in the morning
Screaming down the road on a bullet
Steel Helmet
Sitting on freshly cut grass
Eating samosas and sipping lime juice
Padded up to play some cricket
Fete and festivals
Chats and chaats in our corner
The magic show and the star
The knives and the black T-shirt
The mime and the mystery
Coming in.. You sleeping... Going out.. You still sleeping
Spicy dosas in the middle of the night
Some parties and some music... some...
Mahabs and more....
Straight out and not quite
The empty halls
Sister Hilda... Ha ha ha ha ha
From C to D........
It's been long...... Yes.... long.....
29 Mar 2007
Tangerine Dreams....
Loyalty is a very tricky word... Loyal to a person, to a relationship, to a company, to a brand even...
Sitting on the beach, under the sun, listening to music... but where are the waves? You feel betrayed in a sense...
Coming home and not finding your folks there to welcome you...
Waiting for the much-awaited, oh-so mouth-watering match to go down to the wire.. . and then at the end of hours, it is so one-sided....
Waiting for the underdog to overcome goliath.. and then see history rewritten...
Getting up one winter morning all excited... to find cold water trickling down the taps...
After months of begging and cajoling... mum and dad decide to get my brother and I a pet after all.. I remember getting all excited, waiting outside my house.. Seeing the van pull up near our apartment. My brother and I could not wait for the dog (who cares about the breed) to enter our home... And then.. van doors open and out come men carrying a fish tank.. A FISH TANK!
I feel like smiling now, thinking about that morning years ago.
A thousand sms, many long drives and a lot of conversations later... All that remains is the word later.
How come I was not the first to know...
There is so much of expectation, that I guess one just fails to realise what is there tightly squished between your palms... Maybe there IS some sense in letting go... There should be... when there may be the possiblity of it coming back(?)......
Sitting on the beach, under the sun, listening to music... but where are the waves? You feel betrayed in a sense...
Coming home and not finding your folks there to welcome you...
Waiting for the much-awaited, oh-so mouth-watering match to go down to the wire.. . and then at the end of hours, it is so one-sided....
Waiting for the underdog to overcome goliath.. and then see history rewritten...
Getting up one winter morning all excited... to find cold water trickling down the taps...
After months of begging and cajoling... mum and dad decide to get my brother and I a pet after all.. I remember getting all excited, waiting outside my house.. Seeing the van pull up near our apartment. My brother and I could not wait for the dog (who cares about the breed) to enter our home... And then.. van doors open and out come men carrying a fish tank.. A FISH TANK!
I feel like smiling now, thinking about that morning years ago.
A thousand sms, many long drives and a lot of conversations later... All that remains is the word later.
How come I was not the first to know...
There is so much of expectation, that I guess one just fails to realise what is there tightly squished between your palms... Maybe there IS some sense in letting go... There should be... when there may be the possiblity of it coming back(?)......
2 Feb 2007
The Jar is Gone
The sun
The moon
The star
The drop
The heart even
The blob
The steel-blue green silver white black
I don't see the jar on that desk anymore
Holding all that I said and had seen
The moon
The star
The drop
The heart even
The blob
The steel-blue green silver white black
I don't see the jar on that desk anymore
Holding all that I said and had seen
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