நீ எங்கே என் தோழா...

இழைந்து ஓடும் இசையின் இடுக்கில்

இறுகி கிடக்கும் ஒரு மனதின் ஓலம்

அழைக்கும் தொலைவில் நீ இருந்தும்

இதயம் எட்டாத தூரம்

நினைக்க நினைக்க உறுத்தும்

நினைவுகளில் நிலையிழந்து மறுகும்

இங்கு உடைந்து உருகும் இந்த இதயம் இருக்க

எங்கே சென்றாய் என் தோழா...

WHY?

Why do you do this?
When you know everything I do, I do with a clear conscience and straightforward intentions...

Why do you do this?
When you know I do not mean any harm in anything I do...

Why do you do this?
When you know its only the care that makes me oblivious to the mistakes I make...

Why do you do this?
When you know I would do anything to go back and set everything right...

Why do you do this?
When you know that every waking second, I am wondering whether you are ok...

Why do you do this?
When you know that everything I did, stands pointless if you didn't care...

Why do you do this?
When you know things don't always turn up the way we want, so we just accept and move on...

Why do you do this?
When you know relationships are hard and you need to work to keep them going...

Why do you do this?
When you know of all the things I can do, letting you go is something I can't...

Why do you do this?

Why?

இதுவும் கடந்து போகும்...

சொல்லாமல் போன சில சிந்தனைகள்

நிரையாமல் போன சில கனவுகள்

என்றும் என எண்ணிய சில நிமிடங்கள்

அழிக்க முடியாத சில எண்ணங்கள்

இழக்க முடியாத சில உறவுகள்

இரந்தாலும் மறக்க முடியாத சில நினைவுகள்

சுமந்து

நிறைந்து

கலந்து

கடந்து

செல்லும் வாழ்க்கை

Magic !

A small room, about 50 to 60 people rammed into the minuscule space. Palpable tension precipitating the air, prayers flying everywhere, empty bottles splattering a racket worth an angry mob, earsplitting cheers filling the room, a dozen astute insights into every aspect at play, audience of different sizes, age groups and colors. Paint a pretty picture, dunnit?

This is how we spent watching the ICC World Cup Final - India vs Srilanka.

I have been a fan of cricket for sometime now. But I was given a whole new dimension to viewership by these three stooges, who've changed my whole idea of cricket. Sandeep, Arun and Nakul. I remember the days after days of repeated calls and anxious waiting I spent, trying to procure tickets to go watch the match in Chennai. I also remember the colossal disappointment and the heartbreak that ensued that led to repetitive jabs from our man Nakul. Sorry I let you down buddy !

However, there are times in life that we wish we could capture a moment and then save it for evermore. That night was one of those rare occasions that would remain etched in memory forever. How the match could go from a minute of utter hopelessness to sheer jubilance, every soul in tandem, praying for that one thing which seemed unattainable for such a long time, I still haven't come to terms with. There are days I wonder, "did we really win it ??!!" :) Although, I remember the tears, the hugs, the smiles, the screams and the sheer togetherness of that moment like it was yesterday.

The march across claiming our victory, screaming to the whole world that we finally did find the cup of glory, the drive after, the horde of fans on the road, the music, the dancing, the the police breakout, the minutes of total confusion while we were running helter skelter. Every single moment was precious and filled with magic...

I know everyone wishes that such moments are everlasting and we could hold on to it forever. But I guess we just savor it, remember it with the fondness of a long lost friend and then move on. I would like to thank these three people with all my heart for bringing these moments to my life. I do know that these times wouldn't have been the same without you guys in it and I am eternally grateful for it. Thank you !

I only wish and pray that everyone of you out there get to be a part of many such moments in your life... That could keep you going for a lifetime...

It does have that effect on me :)

Close your eyes...

Sleep deprived. I have come precariously close to this term many many times. Although, I have carried through the hours of weary eyed blundering with a lot of dignity and pomp. However, I am experiencing the effects of how far it can go, when the plunge does happen. Like passing out in the middle of a good conversation(err...Sorry Sandy)

Sleep is one of my favorite pasttimes. There have been times when I have slept 24 hours straight(no kidding!). Night shift ka side effects. But there have been times when I used to sleep, just for the sake of sleeping. Coz' I used to enjoy it so much.

The bliss, the complete disengage from the whole world, a dream world of your own(probably why I enjoyed Inception so much), the inimitable peace that only sleep can provide. When you do awake, its like a whole new world. It could be good, could be bad. I just it depends on the moment and mood you wake up with. You can sleep your worries or happiness away. Whichever you choose to, usually the choice is the former.

Yet, sleep is sleep as. God given, incomparable mechanism to wash our troubles, trials, tribulations, pains and pleasures away...

Yawn !!!

De Ghumake !!

Sachin !

The one name that has been a chant for cricket fans for quite some time now. Analyzing the history of this little man, he has been there through most of the world cup matches played, since we won the last one in 1983.

Every single match, he still puts his best foot forward, stacking enough runs to keep this team afloat. He is still the shining beacon of hope for the Indian team, which does include other sterling players like Sehwag (Not to dishonor the fearless warrior - he is one guy who has stood by Sachin and helped him through), Kohli, Yuvraj, Raina, Pathan and et all. However, I wonder if these guys would take a page from Sachin's book when it comes to the dedication he has given to the every single game of his. He is the darling of every Indian who knows cricket not just for his master shots, but for his love of the game.

I am surprised that it still hasn't rubbed off on the other players. I am not saying they don't love what they are doing, but sometimes when they throw away their innings like dice, it makes me wonder, are they really in it for the love like Sachin is...?

If not for anyone else, this World cup is long overdue for Sachin. He deserves one. And it should be the responsibility of his fellow team mates to stick right by his side and make sure they get one.

For the Little Master ! **Bows**

Twist...Squeeze...Break !

Pain.

A word that makes a lot of sense when it is physical. Insouciant, impratical and blithe, I have always taken life as it comes. I am only human... I agree. I have experienced the bouts of blinding, excruciating pain as well as heartbreaking, immense happiness as well. I have no complaints from life... Until now...

Things... insignificant as they may seem, sometimes makes you step back and contemplate the big picture. Things that seem inconsequential, silly. Things that shouldn't bother you much. Things you know that will pass as time serrates by. Still, the serrated edge of time does cut you clean, making you hurt for a lifetime.

Pain, I never knew existed. Pain, I never knew I could feel. Like your heart is being ripped into pieces and being fed to the wolves...

Pain that I hope will fade as time wanes... Pain, that someday will pass...