Sachin: Veneration for Cricket!

A spit of land not more than 22 yards

Is all it takes to fetch 200 on the cards!

Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, the man of the hour, the indisputable cricketing champion in the history of the game, has set yet another milestone. Cricket has evolved like everything else that surrounds it and if there is one man who has been able to tame the evolution, it is none other than our beloved Sachin. Cricket is no longer a game that a novice player could fathom. Sachin has changed things forever and there is no going back. He has been raising the bar for the past 20 years and has been setting glorious benchmarks in all forms of the game.

I was among the unlucky few to have missed this act of excellence, but the news of Sachin's innings made me respect him more than ever before. The fact that he made this record after so many years of his cricketing career is an indication that Sachin's bat has still got a lot to say. Not that he already hasn't, we can only be hopeful that we get to see more of Sachin making history in the years to come. With the world cup knocking at the door, expectations rise in belief that the cricketing god plays for India. I truly believe that his hands deserve to hold that priceless trophy before he bids farewell to the game. There are people who believe in god, and there are those who don't. I believe that if there is a god, he definitely played in the Gwalior match. I am sure that a lot has been written, about Sachin and his wonderful innings, in newspapers and magazines. But the history that Sachin has created with his bat shall always be towering the pages amongst the most spectacular individual achievements of all times.

Now, I shall write no more but take a moment to feel proud that Sachin is also an Indian.

[...continued] Pocket Full of Secrets!

And so, God had found a way of taming "The Mistake" with another one - "Green Hands Behind the Robot" was activated and launched in the human market. So, who am I talking about? Like his counterpart gAbDu, sAnDy has also blessed only a few "lucky" bunch with his vast pool of debris. Before I proceed, you might want to know a little more about "him".

Gender: Male. Human male. A "self-satisfied" human male.
Physique: Medium shaft and two "slimy" hands!
Orientation: Like I told you, it seems the guy is self-satisfied.
Intellect: This is interesting. His intelligence is like a masked masquerade - A disguise in hiding. He is as smart as the "flat world" allows him to be.
Major Strength: sAnDy can convince you that he "thinks" he knows what you "know" he doesn't, but eventually makes a fool out of himself by seeking guidance on almost everything we "think" he knows.

With an awe of pretense, In his amazing gait
sAnDy's hands lay down his secret vase

With rising curiosity, mother nature talks to God: "My Lord, I am unable to understand how sAnDy can help earthlings from gAbDu's menace?".

sAnDy shall give gAbDu company
Blessed be earthlings singing their symphony
gAbDu's mind may be a trinket
sAnDy's pocket is full of secrets!

Birds of "the" feather, did flock together! But, in spite of all his efforts, God really couldn't do much for poor earthlings. Earthlings in the "flat world" were stuck between the devil and the deep sea. All that they have, are a few proverbs to sum things up:
Discretion is the better part of valor - Earthlings kept their distance from both "mishaps".
Empty vessels make the most noise - gAbDu and sAnDy have lived up to their reputation and are continuing to do so.

How Did "God" Manage to Do This?

This post is dedicated to gAbDu a.k.a (Well! that's a big secret). Not many might have been lucky enough to have interacted with this fine by-product of mother nature. So, I'll just present a prelude on this creature for the benefit of my guest readers.

Gender: Seems to be a fully grown male (of the human order).

Physique: A big sack of potatoes resting on two hot air balloons; yeah! that's about it.

Orientation: Bi-sexual (Supposedly humans and definitely pigs).

Intellect: He is the kind of guy who looks for an answer in an answer. I think he can cure cancer! I mean, his magnificent logic and astounding reasoning could have intimidated Albert Einstein (immense sarcasm intended).

Major Strength: Can sustain quality talk and protect his mind from being affected by it. Radiates unknown rays through his foresight that could paralyze normal human behavior immediately.

I think that summarizes gAbDu, so let's move on.

Act 1 Scene 1

God is having a conversation with mother nature (or Earth):

Today I wonder

Could it Be?

gAbDu my creature

Biggest pun on thee?

Well! My Lord! I don't quite know what to say. When there was that "big mishap" at the churning mill, I knew something was wrong. That whole batch was banished, but I guess one of them might have slipped out - cursing the lands and thy holy waters.

Now God is totally adamant to figure out how gAbDu managed to survive this long, since "he" had slipped out before getting his basic human attributes installed - like common sense, rationale,etc.

How could it survive?

With nothing but asininity

How did it not die?

Before disgracing my creativity

I too wonder, my lord! gAbDu is not only spreading disgust among other earthlings, but also flourishing in the process. It seems "he" is currently holding on to a flat world created by a noble man. I am deeply worried about this my lord! In lieu of fairness and transparency, this noble man has given shelter to a "big mistake" of the human order. I request thee to help poor earthlings from "his" disgust and unequaled stupidity.

Earthlings shall not suffer

Another mistake be made atop,

gAbDu shall get a companion

Like green hands behind the robot

....[to be continued]

...Please Leave Me [continued]

I couldn't breathe, and I felt the water gushing inside my body, but I wasn't dying. This rampant change was absurdly beautiful! I wasn't wearing my "obtusely heavy outfit" anymore, rather it was the same pair of clothes I usually wear before going to bed.

"Please leave me", I clamored!

As I went deeper into the dark abyss, I started getting faint visuals from my past - I soon reached the bottom of the "whatever" [ocean/sea/river/stupid pond/imaginary pool with an infinite dept] I was drowning in - and I saw my memories lying dead.

What do people usually remember? What kind of memories do human beings have? They could be anything - in my case, everything was just so random and clustered. I saw a few dinosaurs from the movie "Jurassic Park" (1993) which had haunted my childhood for quite sometime, there were outfits from the movie "The Matrix" lying among the corals. I also saw my "foot-long" cricket bat with which I used to play when I couldn't even articulate the word "Cricket" properly. There were people I used to play with, and there were people I hated! My favorite little keyboard, which I don't even remember I had, was also lying among other things.

"Did I forget about all these things? Am I responsible for what happened to my memories?"

Oh! s**t! It's "me" again! "Why don't u just leave me alone?", I cried out loud.

The water was so misty that I couldn't see myself clearly, but I knew it was the "other" me - I could feel the chills down my spine again. Tout de suite, the "other" me got hold of my collar and tried to suffocate me. I don't know why "I" tried to do that to myself, since "both" of us were deep down some water body, but this time I could actually feel my breath going thinner. With a sudden gush of wind, I felt an immense pain in my upper abs - the ones I have been working out lately, and the next moment I was falling off a cliff!

Bang!!!! I fell on my bed, and I woke up to see it's 6:50am and I am "not married"! What a relief, or was it? This was the craziest of dreams I have been through lately, not sure if there is a hidden message in it for me, but this time I have thought of documenting it to see if I go through any such thing in the future! Those of you who are well acquainted with my past and "think" that they know me really well, might be able to make some sense out of this, the rest of you - thanks for reading!

Please Leave Me...

“So what am I thinking now? I can tell you, but then I will have to kill you” – were the words of the person in my dreams! I had the weirdest of dreams last night, in which I was narrating a dream - my dream. It’s like teaching yourself something; you know what you don’t and also how to fill in the gaps. In simple words, my “dream” self was narrating a story to my “real-sleeping” self.

Alright! Enough of crap! Let’s get to the point – the weird point. I am suddenly in a bloody [no literal interpretations please - this is a dream, not a nightmare!] room with flowers having an uncanny odor suffocating me in my dream. The bright and yellow and the weirdest shades of purple and red splattered in the deepest shade of black – the flowers were … were… will let you know when I find the right words to describe them.

“The answer my friend is blowing in the wind”…… [Sudden interruptions from the figments of my musical memory – thanks to Mr. Bob Dylan, he had been fiddling around in my dream too].

The next thing I see, I am dressed up like an Indian bridegroom. Please! No! I am getting sick already! With an obtusely heavy outfit I was dressed up like a person who has been having issues lately. What the f*** am I doing in a marriage hall? Am I getting…? This can’t be real! Mom! Is that you? Oh my god! My parents, relatives, friends and a few strangers pretending to be my near and dear ones – I was surrounded.

Oh! By the way, the flowers were intimidating, repulsive, irritating, rotten, and terrible and…

“Kyon zulm seh raha hai… ek dasataan purani… tanhayi ki zubaani… har zakhm khil raha hai…” – wow! Nice song Mr. Musical Memory, but I am not in the mood for it! Piss off!

Obviously, I can’t be sure on this but my “real-dreaming” self must have been on pins and needles by now. Now comes the really scary part – I can still feel the chills down my spine when I think of what I saw, I – yes! “I”, was bringing my “to-be” to my-self [Remember, there are “two” of me in the dream – one narrating the dream to me and the other “me” getting married]. Shit! I can’t get married to that girl, please help me!

“Do you ever get that feeling if you are not sure whether you are awake or still dreaming?” – My chaotic mind is now getting in stuff from my other posts on this blog. I was giving myself the scariest smile of the century!

Whoop! Splash! Double Splash!

Help! [Drowning sound] Help! [Drowning sound] Help! Help! Help!

……to be continued

Sleep Walking The "Moon Walk"

Do you ever get a feeling, when you are not sure if you are still awake or just dreaming? If you do, I am sure you would hope everything to be normal when you wake up - assuming of course you were dreaming in the first place. What if you weren't? What if you couldn't? Well! I don't want to sound like a person on a trip, so excuse me if this sounds a bit weird, but I think I am sleep-walking a moon walk.

The harder I push, The more I am pushed back
The more I desire, The harder I am taken aback
Is this a dream, or a real deadlock?
I guess I am, Sleep walking a moon walk

So, why am I discussing this? If I had known, I wouldn't have! I am probably asking more questions than telling answers. But trust me, this ain't a question and there surely is no answer. I think it's more of a condition - a state of being; just another frame of mind.

Freaked out already? Please don't be!
Thoughts flow free, just sink in with me
Really press hard and you will understand
This post was designed to kill some of your time!

Thank you for reading this post, it meant nothing! I am now responsible for wasting a couple of your minutes :) Curse me as much as you like, but remember - there is always a little truth in "just kidding".

A Walk To Remember

Sometimes I wonder if we really comprehend loneliness. I was heading home after devoting a day's life to the hardships of the flat world, with my "currently freaked out" mind trifling with my emotions. The night was cold and I wanted to be alone; but I guess it had more in-store for me than just a mere glass of hot milk and an old laptop to meddle with. A queer thought struck my mind, and now I was treading the roads, blind!

In the darkness of the night
Away from all delight,
On my foot I was treading
Was it only me or my mind dreading?

Having crossed a couple of blocks, I started hearing blaring beats of a few notorious drums, which appeared to have killed the silence of the night. The dark night had nothing to offer, except a few drums beating out in rapture. So, I thought of inspecting the occasion, with rising hope and an intense desire in succession. To my surprise, it was a Lohri night, and I saw people celebrating in their own jive.

No signs of fatigue or tire
Dancing around the ring of fire,
People had lit the holy beacon
Frisking in the festive Lohri season

I stood there for as long as I could, allowing my soul to tap to a beat or two. I was really happy to have taken that walk, which helped me to refresh - at least my thoughts! The sudden vibe had blessed my soul and now I was readily heading for my home. That night I slept really well, with sweet memories of the Lohri celebrations forcing my loneliness to bid farewell.

Blessed my soul, I was overwhelmed
My mind was free, having no realm
Thoughts were candid, but really tender
This surely was, a walk to remember



I was alone but not lonely! No friends around, but happy faces in plenty!