Ticket 2012

Get rolling-Go face this world
fasten up ur seat belt
ride ur luck n don't forget
"In this Life" -NO NO regret.

Let it fall what falls down..
you look up and take the crown
those who had the last laugh
mock at them -go punch a knock !

You are gonna lead the way...
forgetting all what others say...
Life is urs-Go Take control
You are Man- No barbie doll !!

Shun the "ifs" n dump the "buts"
This is it !!! bring up ur guts
Now it is or never atall
You want it HARD!! go show them all.

What you were is a thing of past
"Who you are"-the Time shall ask
Be the change and Luv urself!!
Grab ur ticket 2012 !!!

tHE gURL soNG

dance all life, its the tune of luv...

take a ride gurl, you are young

Every dream shouts from top of ur head

go get drenched its fun to be wet.

sing it out loud, if u like that song...

tap ur feet hard 'n' feel the rhythm 

let them all watch 'n' let them gawp 

bring a little groove, show wht u got

nothings wrong with u,if the world is flat...

dnt give it a damn u just be zigzag

u were not made to think on things twice

some idiot is gonna pay for ur price

wink an eye hard 'n' bribe ur luck... 

stamp ur big smile on top of ths world

look in their eyes 'n' give them dreams

screw them up a little, make them forget routines

every road u tread on ur high heels,

heads turn around, u knw wt it means

people watch u vanish like a cut-loose kite  

they are still reeling from ur goodbyes !!!

tHE bONDinG mOmEnT

"On the Roof-Top..."
"hey..Roofy-top hre we come...."..we screamed our way and bulldozed through the stairway of the 27-floor building-thumping,jostling,screaming,like mad raging bulls chasing a Matador.
We were High!!!
In no time we reached the top floor,quickly grabbed the wooden-stair and climbed up the terrace...It was freezing cold there...but it was divine !!!
It felt-as if we were closer to the moon and it shined with all its might.
We dazzled in the silvery-blue night...our spirits soaked in silent serene continuum of moon-lit divinity.
We All stood there- absolutely still-in pin drop silence,with an endearing smile on our face and a subtle gleam in our eyes.
The cynical raging bulls were juxtaposed with the blissful nightangles.
"Right here..are we ready..."Kushal announced,shutting the silence.
His familiar voice made us realize that this enigmatic feel was all real,and we were not all-that-HIGH,afterall !!!
The rest three of us,quickly half-bent on our knees,with our faces towards the sky,rasied our arms wide-open and encored..
"yYYYYeaahhHHHH....lets do it...."
"Lets Do it fellaassss..."Jain barked in singularity,...testifying his nickname "Kutta" (Dog).

The moment reminded me of the reckless college days.The time in our lives,when we were extremely detached to everything the world had to offer,and only connected to each-other.
Back then we were both un-married and ignorant.People who wanted to join us in our lives,were left disappointed,coz we never cared.
Every beautiful face had once shared a part of its history with us,first being smitten by our personality and then being smothered by our idiosyncrasy.
It was like someone had told us that "the world was short"...so we lived it long..to the fullest..and in our own way..unhindered...unapologitic..and relentless.
Time travelled and we stayed together,unlike others,we lived our life in moments and not in minutes.
And then suddenly the euphoria ended,college got over and the rules broke.
Life changed in an anonymous pattern and we kept figuring that.We were all by ourselves now.We were made to think.Suddenly we cared.
We were compassionate.We needed people in our lives and we got married.Life and time were now both lived and measured by the clock-in minutes.
The moments lost out somewhere. Recklessness made way for responsibilities.We had beautiful wives and we loved them.
We started understanding life in terms of relationships.We grew grey hair.Though I doubt that for a sign of wisdom,but we had found a new meaning to life, and we were cautiously enjoying it.

After 10 years, we had met today,it meant reliving the madness- though in a much compromising manner.

So we all gathered,ransacked our resources of insanity.We first drenched our soul in rum and then soaked-in our spirits with joints and shots.
Finally we parked our four-wheelers very elegantly,on the other-side of the road,in front of my apartment,crushing the no-parking signboard under the rear wheels and raced through the stairs like hooligans to reach the roof-top.
We stood on the roof-top,at the tip of it,standing next to each-other with Kushal and me at the extremes .
Our legs were stretched apart and our arms spread out.
All our clothes were gently removed and neatly kept on the ground,our shiny asses glittered in the silvery moon-light and we were ready to pee,from the top of the 27th floor onto the ground,all bare under the serene silence of stars.
"Fire"...yelled Shanky, and we blurted.Jain joined us a little late.He has had his peeing problems since college!!!
Kushal had the longest trajectory,but still im sure he was falling in someone's balcony.Shanky and me spouted a steady and relaxed stream.
We had our eyes half-closed and we pee-ed as if for eternity,in silent satisfaction.
A while passed and suddenly something disturbed me,I felt a sensation in my thighs and a little-warm on my right leg.
I woke-up to a degree of consciousness and looked right beside me.I found nothing,but still i could feel the sensation.
My eyes quickly rolled down an i saw a tiny little trajectory of possibly-a pee,starting right beside me and ending on my right legs.
I gained a little more consciousness and tried concentrating,It was my 4 year old son!!!All bare,with no clothes just like us.
I got terrified !!!
He too stood there,tightly gripping my right thighs with his left arm,and had his right arm spread-out in air just like ours,and he pee-ed.
At some distance i cud see his clothes neatly kept at ground with ours.
I quickly had my sanity restored,and  wanted to move away from the tip,but i didn't.I stopped.
I did not want to discourage my little kid who had braved his way to the terrace and joined his daddy at the tip of a 27 floor building,to pee.
It was an emotional-bonding moment,my son sharing his first reckless moment with his dad and his friends.
I did not want to disturb his first moment of recklessness as he seemed to be gleefully enjoying it.
I just closed my eyes,held him near and continued with the peeing-procession,with an anonymous satisfaction and some tremendous pride !!!

YoU hAvE a rEAsOn....?

I’m like u... a lost guy.
I have seen people make goals and achieve them.
But I have always failed. In fact I don’t know what a goal is, except for football !!!
I’m like the stray-road-side can that people kick and move ahead.I have no agenda.
 I’m living though. And living for me is having breakfast at 11 and dinner at 9, all day same stuff...courtesy the harridan- my maid!!! I go to office every day, like a ritual, but never remember a damn thing about it.
I have no friends left. Last time i felt warm was when i was in college holding her hand, that was 7 years ago.
I constantly survive each day. Each day spent is an accomplishment of an extra-ordinary capacity.
I am not un-happy.. but I’m not happy.
I have longings that have outlived their utility.
I have a constant baggage of labored endeavors resulting in familiar disappointments, plaguing my spirits every time I take up something new.
My eyes are dull with no gleam.
Once i was romantic, she said I cud blatantly romance the naked-moon in front of the gawping envious stars, I didn’t even blush, in fact, she smiled in embarrassment. That was me.
I never waited on life or anyone. I flowed, carefree, careless.
There were more number of exciting years ahead than behind me. I was exploring life like never before. Each day merrier than the previous.
I didn’t need anyone, I always found a reason, and soon dropped it to pick another. She too was dropped, traded for some trifle reason.And I didn’t stop. The ride continued.
Everything fell in place. No regrets. No boundaries. No strings.
 And one day suddenly everything stopped. I stumbled. I lost the magic and the charm. I could neither romance nor console. I cudn’t find any reasons around -they all evaded me.
I was alien to myself.
There was no one to hold-on to me in those dark moments when I cried like a scared soul.
Who was I ?…the romantic charmer who traded beautiful reasons…or the magician who had lost his touch.
Every reason dropped now haunted me. She haunted me. And the trifle reason that I traded her with ,mocked at me.I cud now understand her pain. It is unbearable…it smothers your identity, ur biggest 'Reason' in life - “to keep Living” .
Im lost now…and I dnt knw wre to go. !!!

But if you have that magic still alive…don’t you ever let the reason go!!!

THe LighT of Our LivEs

Its time to pack your bags and go home.
Its Winters,Its India and Its Deewali !!!
For all those who,have spent their childhood experiencing the
advent of winters, around this time in year,in North India,- It can really be -excruciatingly Nostalgic !!!
I empathize their plight.
So i decided to Bunk my life and take a detour into my childhood.
I packed my bags and neglecting all the protocols of a professional life-took the very next flight
back home-uninforming anyone.
It was an unprofessional,irresponsible and un-acceptable act,but thats exactly how every childhood is.
And more importantly it was impromptu,it was exciting,it was fun and for once please-It was My LIfe.

The moment im on flight its like kinda normal,like any other routine journey to begin with.
Time tickles by,and in few hours the flight is about to land.
Its night and importantly its the one night before Deewali.
The view from the top is divine.Im looking outside the window stunned by the glittering of tiny lights,
that lighten up the earth below me.Its so nostalgic.My eyes are teary.I want to freeze this moment forever.
i want to tell everyone how it feels,but I have no company.I close my eyes drops tickle down and its surreal satisfaction.

My flight lands,and I step-out.
Everything is the same.Its like I never left this place.
I am wrapped with flooding memories.
I hire a private auto,normally I would hire a cab,but not tonite -I wanted to have the feel of
the hustle-bustle of the roads,the traffic,the crowd.
Sitting in the auto I went past the familiar buildings and the cherished lanes.Everything decorated.
The smoke laden moist winter breeze gushing past me with its evocative fragrance of local flowers and trees.
We drive on the main roads.I ride past the same old Peepal tree,that was once the only testimony of my   first skool-time kiss.
As for me,i had even forgotten the grl's name by now ...but back then her beautiful face was the light of my life.
Amidst this,we enter my locality.Every household is decorated,and i can see some new kids in my colony,all busy with crackers.
They remind me of myself when once we lightened the colony with our cricket,comic-love,pranks and crazy deewali celebrations.We were the charming lights of our blissful vicinity.
We drive past Sunita aunty's house,Mama ki dukaan,Pandey uncle's place,and as we reach Dr.Ghosh's house,my eyes scanned for Lyca...the beloved Labra pup...I cudnt find her,instead i could see a huge black mass lazying near the gate..no guesses..maybe Lyca grew up turning into a Gorilla !!!
Anyways,We drove ahead with crackers bursting on our both sides and through the mist now i could see the glimpse of my house.
A Priceless feeling.!!!
I get lightened like the occassion.
I am all set to give my parent's a grand surprise and thats the light of their lives.
May the lights in our lives never fade away !!!
Happy Deewali :-)))

Social Networking

My social networking site tells me tht i hve 206 friends.
If I post a Sneeze on my wall,within seconds,it gets crowded with illogical comments,horny emoticons,and ultra-decent bashful slangs.
Some even post me with "E-hankies" and the others,Im not sure why,"like" my post? I mean,I dnt knw whether these people seriously like me sneezing or they want me to oblige them by drenching their faces with my showery-sneezes and complementary turbid coughs?
Bt anywyz,Such an astounding reaction to a trifle virtual sneeze...jeez thats impressive !!!
Looks like I'm THE guy having all the fun.
Whats more impressive is My social networking profile.Its no-where near to my real self,so much so that,one-day,I logged into my account in half-sleep,couldnt recognize myself, and thought my account got hacked.Only wen i saw my "sneeze" wall-post and the same comments I tranquilized.
Sanity prevailed.Betwen,I thought,who would be interested in hacking a networking account with wall posts as useless as: sneeze,fart,snore..etc.
I am sure hackers have much better and responsible things to do than hack some gross account.
My social networking life since then has been  buzzing.Some new friends have been added to my frnz list via yahoo chat.I havent yet met them in life, bt as my networking site doesnt provide me with any options for such categories,they stay friends:-)
My real life sucks but it seems like my virtual life cant stop rocking!!!Im too jealous of myself in networking circles.My real life envies my Virtual.
Only the other day my friend uploaded his honeymoon pics and in one of them tagged me with himself and his wife !!!I love getting tagged..esp in other's honeymoon pics :ppp
What it implies is that while my virtual self had an amazing awesome threesome,at a foreign location,with my friend and his wife,my real ass roamed around riding on the bumpy speed-breakers on the streets of NCR only to be subjected to the mercy of the inconsiderate auto-rickshaw drivers,who in an ass-breaking attempt,failed to apply brakes on time .
This underlines the plight, not only of the real world ass,but also of  any real world thing that cannot be posted,tagged or commented.
But thanks to Social Networking,it gives us a platform.
If we cant make it, we can at least fake it !!!

LeT gO...!!!

The power to let-go our unfulfilled desires.

As a matter of fact,we live life on a miraculuos cradel of Hope and we very subconsciously nurture,in our minds,these beautiful fragile dreams,that help us look forward in life.
Dreams form the very essential support-system of our lives,quite like the support groups we have -as our fiends-,who we feel would stand-up in our thick n thin.

But the irony is, quite unlike the support groups, we can never choose our dreams,
its always the other way round...Dreams choose us.Is'nt that startling !!! bt surely true.

Dreams bring with them -impending desires.
Its the translation of our dreams into desires that always keeps us wanting and clinging to them.The matter of fact is, not all dreams translate into desires.A number of dreams hit us- all our lives- but only few tranlate into desires.The primary agent responsible for this translation is- a Moment.
Moments are treacherous.But moments are real.
Moments not only have an element of surprise,-(thats what human mind loves), but they also carry with them the credibility of being real.This sets-up a perfect make-believe ground for any prior unfulfilled dream to re-surface and attack our minds.And when it does, it creates "nostagia".
Nostalgia is a very powerful agent that directly comforts our minds and spurs our craving .
It titilates our subconsciousness with amazing soothe and makes us vulnerable and susceptible to any unfulfilled dream.Its unique quality of re-surfacing is paramount in keeping the dream alive in the mind's cache memory.So if we continue to have a particular favourable Moment,again and again,and we do have any compatible unfulfilled dream attached to it, that dream slowly and steadily translates into a desire and our sub-concious mind quitely commits ourself to that particular desire and hence the dream.

These desires have a bearing on our being.
When a desire becomes evident it is "paged" from our sub-conscious mind to the concious self,and demands to be addressed.The plausibility of it turning real defines our state of being.
Many such unsuccessful extreme desires have a very negative impact on ur existence.
We have learn to let them go.
The revelation here is, that desires do not travel in the fourth co-ordinate of time, while Life does.
Life is a constant mobile phenomena, that excruciatingly rolls like a bulldozer over anything that doesnt match it in speed and co-ordinates together.Any such thing that cannot compete with it,should be left alone along our way to keep up the pace with Life.
It sounds melodramatic, but its true.
The other irony is that Life of an individual is lived in the parameters of time, but never measured in it.Life is measured by the beauty of our dreams and the intensity of our desires.
Our intent is our being and our being a manifestation of our burning desires.

So should we stop desiring?
The answer is "No. We cant,and we shouldnt".

The deal is that we should constantly set-out to dream and explore but never at the cost of playing catch-up in life,instead always- with a jurisdiction-a sense of detachment- ready to let-it-go.

Steve Jobs !!!!!

I never had an Apple...i mean, other than the fruit...(recently though the "fruit"should be
termed as the other one..:pp)
Re-phrasing..
I never had the luxury of owning an Apple PC or for that matter any of the i's...(pods,pads,phones..etc), nevertheless Jobs was always a fascination.
The fascination was his personality...his impeccable style ...the turtlenecks...that
complimented his mercurialism perfectly...and then when you thought of him as a nasty guy...he
would absolutely mesmerize you with his amazingly poised voice and sharp philosophical mind that
constructed each sentence with an astute artistic brilliance.

If there were to be a fight between Science and Arts to own Jobs..i think Arts would have had
him.
He loved technology..he surely did...But his creations have a stamp of an artist.
I did not have the opportunity to know him personally, but i believe that he started out as
a techie and soon fell in love with his creations.
He acknowledged the importance of value in his creations.
That i believe was the stand-out and one of the many reasons why Apple was never a
Microsoft.
Bill and Jobs together owned 100% of PC market, but Jobs was never the "PC guy"...he termed Bill
as the "PC guy".And he was right...Jobs was the "Device man" or the "Gadget freak".He saw
innovation as the route to salvation, may be literally, after his illness.
He really must have believed in legacy.
His stamp was on everything Apple made.
Even when he was terminated from Apple..innovation never eluded him.He created
Pixar and gave Toystory.Wht a genious !!!
His famous Stanford commencement 2005 speech, in which he talks about three things:  Life,Loss and
Death, deeply reflects his philosophical side.
He calls Death "äs the life's only change-agent".
Its amazing that we are all mortals and yet when we look at someone ailing we feel sorry for him ..that he might not live for long.
But what guarantee do we have.
Only beacuse we dont know our exact end-date we pretend not to care and "waste living someone else's life".
Jobs understood this .

Now he's gone .He has left us wondering.
Expectations from Apple are at an all time high and one man -Tim Cook is really sitting on one of the hottest seats ever!!!

As far as Apple is concerned...I just hope we are not left foolish and hungry after the exit of the man himself.

u haVE a hiNT....?

Is ur life a celebration of ur dreams....tht doesnt necessarily mean it is "successful" .
It means that whenever u fail do u have the cushion of ur dreams to again catapult u into a zone where the inner satisfaction belittles failure?
Amazing as it may sound..bt u can be unsuccessful and yet satisfied, (you would think that is how every mediocre life is.But mediocrity has a frustration factor that is devoid of satisfaction.So its out of debate.), now add to it the dimension of your dreams...suddenly u become restless.
Restlessness is the first sign of a doer...and the last of a loser.
Restlesness demands action.
Remember Hamlet anyone? The famous soliloquy "To be or not to be.."
If you fail to act you lose..Its as simple as that.
If you fall in the trap of delaying ur action or the vicious cycle of over-thinking, you can be sure to never get out of it again.
Life expects wisdom and action together and on the same side.Bt what it demands is courage and belief.So,if you can give life all tht it expects and demands,then it gives you the power to command your own fate.
Talking of Fate makes me smile...cos its a Lady...remember Lady-Luck !!!
Wen you talk of ladies you can never be sure...bt its with women that men take chances !!!
Dunno why...ummm... may be because they find their vices outrageously irresistible !!! whyelse...!!!
Also acknowledging the fact that in life almost everytime..we need a vent ...a scape-goat!!!
Fate is that escape goat for our misadventures ..our failures.

Success is a complete package, like in the retail stores, only it cannot be shoplifted !!!
But Success is not mandatory .
Life can still be celebrated and satiated by following the crazy world of our dreams.
Thats quite a nice deal !!!

ajEEb hUm...

har pal ek lamha peeche chhut jata hai...

kaid karna bhi chao to haanth nai aat hai...

yado ki razai mn sir chhupa ke rehta hun aaj kal...

jab aankh kholu tb sach nazar aata hai...

sach jo kisi ka jhunt hai....

humsafar jo kisi aur ka mehboob hai...

zindagi jo sirf "ek jeena" reh gayi

khooon se sirf pasina reh gayi.......

aarzu ab ek majboori hai...

mohabbat ab zaroori hai...

ho na paya jo vo kahani hai...

jo ho gaya vo afsana yakin ban gaya...

fursat ke pal kaat te hain...

ayine se ajnabi jhankte hain...

milte hain mukaam to vo manzil nai...

jo nai milta uske peechhe bhagte hain...

savera ho to shaam ki yaad .........

shaam ho to savere pyara...

kya chahte hain hum khud nai jaante hain...

judai ka bhi gum nahi...

mohabbat ka yakin nai...

bharosa sabse bada dhoka hai...

fitrat ek sacchai hai...

duniya sach mn gol hain......

jhamela bada unmol hain...

jiski keemat har vaqt chukate hain...

par roz phir jeene aate hain...

has kar aas bhi karte hain...

har pal mn aansu bant te hain

so jaun to sapne dekhta hun...

jagun to sota rehta hun...

kho dun to maine paya nai...

pa lun to sochta rehta hun...

khatm ho jaye to dukh hai......

khatm na ho to nasoor....

ajeeb hai to kyun hai...

ajeeb nai - to kyun nai...

mashhoor hun to fizul hai...

gumnaam hun to zalil...

thikana hai to boriyat hai...

kahanbadoshi hai kubul...

fir akelapan gher lega ek din...

aur saanse rukne lagenge...

waqt hoga nahi aur...

zindagi thakne lagegi......

tab usi chhav ki yaad aayegi shayad...

jahan zindagi kabhi ruki thhi...
humne pehchana nai par vo ab bhi vahin padi thhi...
chal to diye thhe hum bas firk sirf itna sa thha...
vo aaj bhi vahin padi hai...kal bhi vahin padi thhi

roCK avaTAR...(aA LaUT cHAleiN..)

andhi aankho se kala...

gehra hai ye sannataa...

darte chehro pe dikhta...

dehshat ka bolbala...

sehmi si zindagiyo mn...

dard ki fuljhadiyaan hai...

mazhab ki aad mn ab...

barasti goliyaan hai...

roko ise to koi...

junooni kaarvaaan hai...

bhatakti laashon ne...

bhoona gulistaan hain...

tham ja tu ab..

ghar bhi jana hai...

nange zameer ko...

kapde pehnana hai...

waqt ki killat se roye..

ibadat ab bhi karle...

thukra de hawaniyat

insaan ban ke jeele...

palat de is zahar ko...

khwab ko roshni de...

beparvah saanse le ab...

khud ko ek zingagi de..

aA LaUT cHAleiN....

behta tha khuda yahan......

khule aasma mn...

uski inayato se roshan...

thi zindagi yahan pe

uski mehak ko tu kyun na pehchaane...

tarbiyat uski mohabbat aye deewane...

barasta ye sawan...ithlata bachpan...

mamta ki jholi...yehi khuda hai...

masoom mohabbat pe dil jo dhadke...

uski bahon mn hi to khudayaaa hai..

kaisa hai asar tujhpe..

kaisa ye nasha hai....

kiske ishaaron pe tu...

shaitaan ban gaya hai...

tu hi hai vo kaafir... na tu jaane...

khud se hi juda hai ...tu anjaane....

ye kisko dhoode...tu bandookon se...

laasho pe chadhkar kya milta hai khuda hai...

khoono se lipte masoomon ke...

ye zindagani hi teri saza hai...

waqt se bade nahin...

tere ye nishaan hain...

aaj bhi bula raha tujhe..

tera vo jaahan hai...

chhod kar jisko tu bhula gaya re...

vohi TERA ghar tera ashiyaan hai....

tu ab bhi insaan...chhod de hinsaa...

teri yadon mn ab bhi koi tadpe...

uska muqaddar tujhse juda hai...

tujhko chhuneko ko hi to vo tarse....

hEaRt LeAdS tHE waY....

thr r darker woods that spell magic and keep me going thru...
the reasons may be few...
bt ill settle for u...

the road along is way too long...
thr isnt any turning around...
each mile ahead is new...
not sure of wht i do..
bt ill settle for u...

ill make my choices and make them count...
ill stand-up tall wen i fall down...
and hope my dreams come true...
i might never get my due...
bt ill settle for u...


thr r reasons to things with logic on head...
bt thr r somethings that heart sets out to get...
its then wen u have no clue...
i knw my life can be a shrew...
bt ill still settle for u...

hope gives me wings...ur vices gimme fire...
knowing ill risk it all...sharpens my desire...
i will survive this too...
the chances might be few..
bt ill settle for u...

like a man i fight now...defeating the odds somehow...ill surely find a way...
to get to you someday...
my soul smells ur hue...
bidding the rest adieu...
i would only settle for u....

Search ...

Treading along the path so long...
with eyes wide open and gaze around...
i hve exchanged many a smiles...walked many a miles..

wen the heart is thrilled and the mind is clear...
senses are dull wen sm1 is near...it appears an eternal bliss...
am i again going thru this?

thrs nothing to hide...thr r no regrets...
thrs history thrs past and a lot of respect...
but thrs also something tht occupies the mind...
it tkes me to memories back in time...
wen i was thr and thr was she...
tht was the moment going to be...
everything i wished i hd in store...
wtever i hd ever dreamt before..
bt still the heart never skipped a beat..
thr was always a constant retreat...
she owned me, i owned HER.....(things were perfect)..
nevertheless..
i cudnt find LUV.

here i stand at the brink of a fall...
knowing this 1 is the last of them all...
if u hold me thru this im gonna make it alryte...
if u pass by me ...ill perish from ur sight...
accept the fact tht... "its only for some not forall"...
in Life u gotta be a lucky bastard afterall ...
well, luck left me long before...
i hve also seen luv leaving my door..
so well done for me...as only HOPE kept me going...
bt im setting it free...y shall I keep myself paying !!!

"The Wall" shall never be blue again !!! Adios Champ

Life has come a full circle.
At the door steps of youth, when the mind sticks like a chewing gum to anything that instantly appeals, I fell in Love with Rahul Dravid. Would you believe it !!!
When most people (of my age) fell for the more entertaining sportsmen(largely cricketers), I just could'nt evaluate any one equal to him, and as the days passed by my evaluation appeared just perfect.There was something about this guy and his style of batting that lingered in your minds(sticking like a chewing gum) even after he got out.Starting from the diligent walk from the dressing room to the crease to his taking guard, everything was so sublime that it looked like a flawless piece of art.
I got the romance about his batting almost instantly.
I grew up being a fan and with my youth witnessing some amazing innings by him, he became an obsession.Sleeping on my bed at night, those glimpses of his famous "perfect"square cut flooded my dreams.It always amazed me that how can those chocolatey looks have a nerve of steel coupled with tremendous talent and a resolve of a Bull.He was just incessant with his abilities and character.Always holding his end in the crucial moments in a match, so that the "favored" ones at the other end could express themselves.The self-less approach towards his duty made him adorable.
Days passed by and as I metamorphosized from my youth into an adult, he catapulted from being Good to Great. A Champion.

In this process he has been such an inspiration to everyone( for their own good, in their own lives).
And now wen i see the dawn of the youthfulness in me dim, it kinda seems perfect setting for the Man who enamored my hey-days to bid adieu.
To be gone into the past rest in the safe with the other greats and make way for some more to follow.
Though Thankfully "The Wall" has only shrugged the Blue jersey, and we would still be lucky enough to watch him put away the "shining Red leather" thing in whites.

The Romance of "Red & White" is mesmerising, more so wen u have a Mozart to play the tunes.

Wanting...

Random 1:

thr may be ages btwn us...
of me, sure u r oblivious...
bt deep into u , i hve lost myself
as if ,i dnt wnt me, without ur help...
u lit my days...u burnt my night...
u gve me dreams...i served u my life...
r u my imagination or smthng real..
hve i over-thght u , r u surreal ?
reach out to me smeday...as may nvr...
get me to u...until all's over ...

Random 2:

It was never ur looks...always ur smile...

a little subtle ..a little divine...

sneeking thru my miseries...compounding all my memories...

a recollected summation of all the moments of solace...

is that happy curve on ur face !!!