Sunday, May 10, 2015

'IPL' Through My Pair of Eyes

It is more than an evident fact that Cricket or anything associated with it in India has humongous response. As Harsha Bhogle mentioned in one of his video blogs, Cricket is India's longest running   SOAP OPERA . With endless episodes and never ending story. No one dies here and come backs with a new face. But they surely come back with enduring memories. When Cricket is still a daily serial in India, IPL changed the face of Cricket in India. It is now a super hit Rock Band of this nation.  IPL is like a season comes back every year entertain and pack back.

I find the face of most of the teams similar to people around. Or may be there is always a striking parallel with how we feel when I look at different IPL franchises . Here are a few.

Mumbai Indians : Sachin is your Love . MI is like your First Love. You almost acknowledge the fact that it doesn't come back, but you still keep track of whats happening . You keep track of scores, just switch on the television, hope you get a glimpse of cricketing god and try convincing yourself that you are not bothered about MI after sachin left. Just like checking out your first loves FB profile & keeping track of their statuses or checking her last seen on whats app . You may be in love or even married to someone else, yet you tend to look at the memories MI has given. Out and Out which ever team you support, you silently always wish MI wins.

Chennai Super Kings : CSK is Someone so lucky that when they are around, nothing can go wrong. It is like finding a dry polythene cover at a shelter less highway on a rainy night when all you are worried about is your 25k smart phone getting wet. You can almost catch a live wire with bare hands and expect the power to go off just then when a talisman called luck is on your side. CSK is like that guy who possess a talisman. CSK is like a pack of maggie. All across India people get associated with it quite effectively and love the taste .

Sun Risers Hyderabad  : SRH like a food court which would never understand the meaning of the word stability. On a tired day you go there order a plate of noodles and find them extremely tasty. You come back  the next day to find same food bland. Next time when you step out to pacify your appetite, you can neither rule out the option of going to that food court, nor can you confidently walk in and order something.   

Kolkata Knight Riders :  KKR is like a student who asks about library even before knowing where his classroom is. They are like a sincere student of  a rock star father who always brings gifts irrespective of results. Or rather KKR is that student who sets his alarm clock for a very early get up even before deciding when to sleep . Very serious, always studious, speak only about ranks and points. While every other team plans to get into IPL playoffs, they always think winning Champions League not just IPL.

Delhi Daredevils : DD is that team in IPL which has never made it to finals, not got a familiar big shot owning it, do not have star players except for Sewhag, Gambhir, Yuvi, donot promote as much as other teams do and is the last team on the list when you start counting IPL teams. Normally one do not keep any information about this team's performance until the result someway affect your favorite franchise. They are like Salman & Akshy in Kuch Kuch Hotha hai and Dil Tho Pagal Hai respectively. You only care for them because you want SRK to finally win the heroin.

Royal Challengers Banglore : RCB is like that big discount sale on electronic retail stores; Flipkart, Amazon etc. They put up 50% off on electronic goods on the front page of the daily newspaper and stock is never available expect for someone really fortunate. Just like the discount sale you sit down and try to watch Gayle, ABD, Kholi fire and finally realize they put those 3 name on 1,2,3 on their line up just to scare off the opposition. Customers wait for the lucky sale and viewers wait lucky Gayle. More often they are like a pack of Diwali Rockets slightly drenched in rain. When you fire it, you may see astonishing patterns of light in the night sky or just a dud sound right on the ground.

Rajasthan Royals : RR is like a bowl of macaroni at a vintage South Indian Udipi Hotel . While every team has a desi masala kind of backing, RR has a smooth and rather different aura in Australian Dominated lineup. Right from the first season you can associate every IPL team with India, but you tend to  lean towards Australia when you think of Rajasthan Royals. They are like small PEN sized PSLV. Pen because when you look at their lineup you would hardly find a team with all the players equally reputed. You find half of the team picked up from by-lanes of Indian cities. But they just shoot up like a fully loaded PSLV. Samson, Tambe, Rahane, Trivedi,Binny and the list goes on.

Kings XI Punjab : KXP is like a car that is moving on a 8-lane highway at its own will. Never consider what and how the other cars are performing. They are in their own league. Seem like they never bother the points table. Sometimes they play like they are on notch 10 when others are still on 7 or 8. Later you find them peacefully resting on a lay-by just miles before the end mark. They are like tourists who visit a particular place in a Air Conditioned bus and return back as the holiday ends. They might bring back stunning photographs along or lost bags of pride from the holiday.


Sakethursforever : )


Thursday, January 22, 2015

Happy Birthday 'Baby'

I'm very familiar with the person who loves the most. That person who brings out smile on my face, who never lets me down and the superstar of my day and night. I'm always in sync with self and I'm the hero of my life. I love me back. But there are those days when you find everything around you loving you back. 

You get up, find yourself fresh. Just of the bed, Boost reaches your side,exactly the way you like. Ankle troubling for a while seems ok and you just spring out the bed.Trimmer giving a perfect smooth shave with just enough charge to get me groom. Geyser already switched on, hot steaming bath on the way. WoW bliss. Out from the shower, mom waiting with sweet and all new jeans and blue shirt, again just the way I like. Click a selfie and the first click itself was a wow . Perfect morning with a cool breeze with sun peeping out with doubt, again just the way I like. Get on the bike, give it a kick and the engine's into life without giving a  second go. 

I was as though everything was loving me back. Boost, Ankle, Trimmer, Geyser, Mobile, Camera, Mom, Bike and finally the weather. 

If that was not enough, the first song that played on my head set was the 'one' which kept my senses going going and going . I scoot through the traffic with others giving me and my darling bike just enough space to race past which would never happen on my normal days. I see a traffic signal count down, 5,4,3,2....and just before the light turns red, I drive past the pole. Everything was working wonders. For the first time in last 30 odd days I find my friend already waiting for me even before I called her to come down. Exactly on time to office. Awesome at work. Excellent wishes, a cute gift, a greeting, perfect day. Come evening, early exit from office. Amazed to find no traffic at all, back home in less than an hour. 

Lot s of time with friends, family and an awesome dinner. everything seemed to love me back. After all it was my birthday. How can the beautiful world I live in not love me back. Yeah I do miss a special shake of a hand, a beautiful kiss on my cheek, a charming smile, a naughty wink and someone wishing my "Happy Birthday Baby". But then you can't have all of it right. Fingers crossed, let me have that some time later.



All in all, Happy BirthDay Baby. You are the Hero of your own league. Keep smiling and keep loving yourself.




Sakethursforever : )

Friday, November 7, 2014

One of those times. . .

Laying under the starry skies, 
A radiant white apple floating over the sky,
I dim my eyes to frame the sight,
My hand's in a seek of another one to hold,
One of those times - I think of you . 

A solely stroll on the golden coast,
Blue to the left and sand to the right,
Leaving my footprint with each of the stride,
All those prints needed a pair,
One of those times - I think of you . 

A tactile fable of the sweetest pair,
I was Sailing through those pages of love,
Drawing parallels with cast on the book,
Something tells me I know this She,
One of those times - I think of you .

Riding down on the way to work,
A mellow chime hits my sense,
Lyrically right for someone I know,
My mind's on a hunt of a familiar face,
One of those times - I think of you .

On the banks of a mighty flow,
Calm and quite on my mind,
Comfort in breath and in life,
Where do I find that cozy feel,
One of those times - I think of you . 

Below the notch of glee I would prefer to be,
In pursuit of a dear to scout me out, 
My quest for a person to speak with me,
Something brings me a virtual you,
One of those times - I think of you .

Gazing at an innocent smile was I,
Bubbly cheeks and a glowing face,
Not more than an year or two on her mother's lap,
I asked myself where to find another of the kind,
.
.
.
One of those times - I think of you .

Sakethursforever : )






Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Attitude or Laws, What do you think is the solution .

When ever India Loses a cricket match, I feel bad. I feel as if I lost something . The same thing happens when I see those disturbing headlines on front page every morning and some Facebook shares . Young girls with those hoardings and things about Ethics and true Manhood that they wish to see in Men of the largest democracy of the world. Being an adherent fan of cricket, I feel a sense of responsibility when I see India losing though I have least decimal influence on the result. I tend to hide the thought of being a true fan of cricket for sometime (call me emotional). May be because when India lose a cricket match, I feel I lost it too. And when I see about those embarrassing posts on Men of this country time and again, I feel the same disturbing sense within me. May be because I am a man too (fortunately or unfortunately) in the conditions prevailing today. I feel bad when India looses because I'm an Indian. And I feel woeful because I'm one of those men my friends are addressing on the hoardings and protests . 

India is being Rocked, rather Mocked for last couple of years with annoying reference to abuse on social media and news channels."Solution" I think is still not found. New Laws, Fast track courts, Judgments etc I think is very little to curb the growth of  this annoying evil. I'm a Mechanical Engineer by profession and I know nothing about psychology. But with the little thinking unit that I posses over my neck, I think that the problem on a higher notch which is not addressed yet. 

Sense and Ethics are two different entities. When you do not follow traffic rules, it is a matter of common sense which can be explained and inculcated by someone else . You can punish or fine a person who breaks a signal and create a sense of fear among the remaining population. But when ethics are violated, I feel it is simply instinctive . It is a problem with a very famous word we keep using ATTITUDE. A non sense can be corrected but a wrong attitude must be treated. And I think not having correct Attitude towards the opposite gender is the epicenter of the problem. It is more of a negative emotional outburst which is instinctive more often than not .

No I'm not against strict and stricter laws against this crime. But just recall what some of the prominent personalities in India thought about this evil. Some of the Leaders & Law Makers, a section of Media & Common Men, Village Panchatyas; all of them had a wrong sense of whats happening . Leaders asked if crime against women is the only news that the media has got, can't they cover something else . Saying "such things happen here and there  in the big country we are living in, you have to accept" is the most ludicrous comment I ever heard . Is he asking us to get used to being a victim. All these while we have heard people threatening to kill someone, and today someone said he would **** ( pardon me, I didn't want to use it ) . Also some say women have no business out side even after President of India being a Women. Clearly an unacceptable change. 

When people of top priority in this nation have such down rated ideologies, don't you think the problem is with Attitude more than anything else. I have many female friends of mine and a grown up sister . If someone calls me saying they got stuck up somewhere all alone, I would surely worry even when there are most cruel laws in place. Only thing that would make me worry less is knowing people here, living along have right attitude and ethical values. 

Laws can be made, debated on and constitution can be amended time & again . But the major concern is how do we curb the wrong Attitude that has its roots deep into our system. I'm no scholar to suggest how we inculcate values among our self, but it has to start at a basic level of this social society. 

All this is of Paramount importance because it is attitude and ideologies that build a nation in the first place. Laws and Rules follow them.  

I support M.A.R.D



sakethursforever : )

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

And I sign OFF

Out I see the sun go down, Out I see the stars come out. Through the bars of the room I'm in, I see the world, which is running around trying to find the path to an unknown foreign terminal. 

I can see someone, with the most happiest moment as I write this through his triumph; I also see someone, just experiencing a nightmare and wondering if he can be the same person in consequent clicks of the clock. I can spot someone at a busy corporate estate, before in time waiting for his turn to make a career. I also spot someone who's missed his flight by a moment or two. I feel the joy and cry too, only because I am fellow human breathing the same oxygen . 

Right now somewhere;
There are people on streets with guns and blood, making this a scary place to live. Firing at flights aiming for catastrophe, triggering bombs and derailing the life. There is a crowd waiting for their team, to win the cup and laurels too. Others playing their heart out, to see a grin on people they like. Someone's trying to keep his power. Someone's dying to get to power. Someone else is trying to over power; across the minds, states, territories, countries and destiny. There is a rover miles away form us, trying to figure out our existence there. There are men at work, trying to make this a better place to live. 

Right now somewhere;
There is a silent prayer and a shower of wishes in a corner, there is a loud cheer and a shower of pats on another. The wait for something have just ended, and quest for something else just started . There is a happy tear to share with a mate and an isolated one at an abandoned soul. 

I send my wishes far to the west of my place, where my friend's rubbing her eyes and finding the day. I also send my wishes far east where she's on the bed, all set to dream. 

Somewhere right now,
The world is going around. I sit on my desk and telling myself a short story .

And I sign off.

Sakethursforever : )


Thursday, June 5, 2014

A mail to someone somewhere.


I was there, staring you go long away,
deep down the dust and the turf of time.
I wish I knew right at the time of dawn,
your intentions were of staying for a brief. 
Wish not I, sat there and wait,
letting the gloomy grey swallow me. 
It was all grace moments ago,
where is the blot which changed the plot.
You were the light of my day and time,
now I know what shadow is like .
I wait for you to show my way,
back to the place where you were my mate. 
What did you do with the promise of words,
here is the chariot of aegis I brought.
Sometimes wisdom is virtue of pain,
it tells me you are gone far away .
Wish I was an innocent naive,
with no cognizance of your changing veer.
Can I be a kid who waits, for the clouds to free;
knowing they are impassable port to you. 
You were like a balmy bliss,
you made me feel soft and snug.
Where will I earn a beautiful day,
where would you earn a friend like me....

I sign such mails now and then, 
To tell you ,
I feel so good when I think you read,
I feel so good to think of you,
Even if you not happen to read,
I feel so good, you lent me your time, while writing this mail.
"Even when you are no where around."


Sakethursforever : )


Tuesday, April 8, 2014

A Daze...!!

I have a very little idea and  a pinch of hope, if anyone reading this draft can actually draw parallel with the mindset of mine which is rather Confused to be specific. It is that time of the day I think much, then too much to get out of it. 

What ever we win, loose, cherish, dislike, experience, hate, enjoy, adore, respect, ignore; none of it is out of the world we are living in. All of that is an integral part of what we see, do and think. And people around us who accompany doing all that, more or less belong to the same box we are living in. 

When Shakespeare is right, every one's on the same stage playing their own roles, how is there always a thin line that divides me and others in almost everything while playing the same role. Why is there a Competition and a result . Why does a mathematical fourmulae strikes me right away and my friend next to me keeps running to every nook and corner of his brain. When both of us are on the same stage that the famous poem speaks of, why is there a void in roles we play. Why is there a difference in time taken by me and my mate in driving to a same place. When both of us know how to drive and the destination, why is that he always manages to reach sooner. How can a person sitting opposite to me on a carrom table easily put a coin into pocket of his choice, while I'm struggling to strike the coin I wish to. In either of the cases I'm not put into a comparison with a veteran or a dud. I'm just sharing the same stage with others within my domain. So why is it that when measured on a scaling instrument, I sometimes stay ahead and sometimes trail . Which is the ingredient that's changing the taste of dishes we cook. 

Thermodynamics just din't teach me relation between Work, Energy and Temperature. It also taught me that every lesson has a Macroscopic and Microscope orientation . And so does my confusion. If my Macroscopic confusion is about a physically measurable entity, the latter is about an entity which is impractical trying to measure. We mankind illustriously call them Feelings. 

Why can't we, see things on a single platform. Why can't all of us look at something and feel same about it just like the clock. Every individual looks at it and makes note of same thing which is time. Why can't everything be clocks as far as feelings are concerned. Why do I like a book so much that I complete it the night before an exam and get a dreadful review of the same from one of my friend. How is that I wonder when I get to know how someone feels about something and I think that is exactly not what my thinking or rather feeling capabilities can think/feel of. Why can't we look at something and feel the same thing. After all we are living on a same stage. How can I not feel or feel something which the other one feels and not feels respectively. How can something become very small to think about , when it becomes paramount to me. How can I not feel the pulse of the thinking process people employee . How can someone move on and I get stuck at the same place years together, when both of us shared the same place sometime back. How can a language that we share with someone all of sudden turn Greek and Latin . 

Did I baffle you . Hope Its only a  bit . 

Bottom Line : I'm Confused big time. 




sakethursforever : )