Pakis mere Bhai...Whyyyyyy???

Shameful, disgraceful, abysmal. ...

The greatest achievement  for a sports person is to play for his nation . The players represent a billion hopes and bring joy to the billion followers. What to do in return for the faith shown in you , "Match Fixing"...or spot fixing a mellowed version coined by the British Media. The truth is now out in the open, and there is no where to hide. Just when everybody thought that Pakistan cricket was resurrecting after flashes of brilliance shown this English summer, we are back to square one. You have a revamped side, a new coach, new staff support but that greed still remains. That lure of earning fast-buck and overnight stardom. The perpetrators should be given the strongest punishment and lets bring this nemesis to an end.

For a country ravaged with flood and terrorism, cricket brings the only hope and smiles on the wary faces. With no country willing to tour Pakistan, this is what the players do given a chance to perform on foreign soil. Pakistan never had any dearth of youngsters and talent. New talent will crop up again,lets hope for a new beginning.

The Gratitude List : F.R.I.E.N.D.S

1. All the endless chatter and gyaan...gibberish or trite...
2. The borrowed stuff, which was never returned back...the shampoo bottle, the surf packet or the tie...
3. Endless middle page sheets and a pen, to survive a lecture...
4. The pen drive, returned without the cap on...
5. Syllabus simplified, photocopies and the portions to be skipped.....(abey kya kya important hai isme..)
6. The bhaskaooed cake from the birthday celebration...
7. The proxies...
8. The midnight/early morning railway stations pick ups/drops....
9. "Tonight the heroes will rise again"...exams after exam...
10. Midnight maggi, macroni and the bingers....
11. The Banne Nawab biryani, the kalyani biryani and then the Shadaab Biryani..
12. The 5.1 megapixel camera phone, please upload the pics yaar..
13. For allowing to give the intro session in the presentations and then quietly slip away..
14. The borrowed bike returned with Rs.20 petrol filled up in the tank...
15. The swagger of the new denim and the borrowed party shirt...
16. The morning bathroom songs...
17. Please washing machine chalana seekha de yaar...
18. The hunt for the traitor...
19. The hunt for the one whose toeprints where found on the western pot seat...
20. "Bikul tension maat lo" and "Maan ke chal ki tu hero hai"...

Lets Simplify.....

An ordinary day back from office turned out to be a great adventure trip. Heavy downpour, turned the city into a watery graveyard. With hopes of getting a cab on time to home dwindling due to heavy traffic jam in the city, we decided to walk and hire an auto. One good downpour is good enough to expose the Low-tech infrastructure in the Hi-Tech part of Hyderabad. As you leave behind the plush Hi-Tech working area, you are greeted by arterial clogged roads, with people having the worst driving sense and traffic rules bent haywire.

Finally after a lot of ordeal, we managed to get a shared auto and i hung on next to the driver on the front seat. Wading through pools of water and a snaring traffic jam, you could see hapless yuppies exasperatingly waiting in their plush cars. Finally after half way through the journey, with no signs of any traffic movement, we decided to walk our way back. Walking back, passing through all the cars and bikes and jumping over pools of water and slush was fun. School days revisited.

Every one complains about the traffic jam, but he is the part of that traffic jam, in fact he is the traffic jam if he does not put his thinking cap on. Lets simplify dude. Have some driving sense, cops be proactive to manage things and drivers please follow basic traffic rules. Every one needs to get back home. But it is better late than never. The mad rush lead you no where.

Now back home safely, lying on my cozy bed and closing my eyes feels like getting a thousand hugs from one million lightning bugs. One more day i survived. Time to pamper myself, binge and have a good night's sleep.

Letter to a lost Freind...

The holy month of Ramzan is here and the first pious soul who comes into picture is you. This post is for you in a hopeless despair. Now I worry for you a lot. Your silence and non-existence in our lives makes me think a lot. What on earth can make the most lively creature around us make him go so silent and that too without a warning. 

Some people get along instantly but some friendships develop slowly as a result of mutual admiration for each other. I guess the latter is true in our case. And then gradually you became the guiding force before i could realize. A friend who would lend his patient ears and then come up with wonderful solutions in the most non-assuming manner. You lended your shoulder every time i needed it, and now that i need it the most you are not there for me.

In the coming years people may forget our friendship but they may never know how much you meant to me. I need a good laugh, a good hearty laugh. All my one-liners have dried up. Resurface please and let us be how we used to be.

Had gone to hostel last week, went near your room. Summing what i felt...

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would