A Son long gone.....

she puts her fragile hand over forhead, gazing with her ever dimming eyes... looked to the farthest horizon,looking for a sign of her son's return, A son gone long ago...

His mere sight brings joy to all...His touch blossomed the life again.....
Life looks bleak.. yet holding the last few breath waits his arrival, so yet again it can bloom and dance with joy...

The streams came to a stand still, rivers to halt...
birds don't sing any more, flowers don't smile, trees bared.
Children wait for his return... to play with him like they did before.

Son not delay any further.... else u come only to find...
many left their soul... just waiting for you...
Should have been here by now...never has eluded me like this before....

With the ever dimming eyes ... she looked at the fartherst horizon... for a sign,
A sign, of her son gone long ago. A son whom she called....................THE RAIN.

Mein aaisa kyon hoon...

Mein Aaisa Kyon Hoon ... Mein Aaisa Kyon Hoon...
Thats exactly the feeling i am going thru... As every childs dream i wanted to be a pilot, a JET FIGHTER Pilot... dropping plenty of bombs.. hmmm.. quite a distructive dream... come to think of it.. good i did not become a pilot.. 2 reasons, one i will not get to bomb at will. Two What if i am flying one of those Indian Air Force war planes.. that are in news for all wrong reasons... :(

Next i wanted to be a cricketer.... come sun, rain what may... played plenty of cricket, for cricket i had dislodged my elbow, (i have a feeling its still not fixed right..). But when responsibility came calling..droped the bat and the ball to find the path to career.
When i see a good painting... I am determined to become a painter.. a good photograph.. or a wonderfully sophisticated camera .. i ponder how abt a National Geographic Photographer. that way i get to travel a lot which i luv too and make some big bucks...

Sometime back when i wanted to become the next Vishwanath Anand.. but that dream came down crashing.. when i could not beat my computer in the beginner's level despite giving it a go too many a times, but i realised one thing a computer is no match to me at kick boxing :))

Today i am working in IT field... something that was not in my list of dreams... I guess one's dreams and ambitions change according to the time and situation (s)he is place in.... (atleast most of the people). some time i do humm the tune... Mein Aaisa Kyon Hoon.. Mein Aaisa Kyon Hoon.... ;-).

A madness called Cricket........

From the time i coult hit a ball with a bat, since then i am following cricket. I am awed by the reach of the game, its influence, the madness it brings out amonst the masses.... a topic that is discussed by the current and the older generation alike.
It often leaves me wondering why is this sport such a topic of discussion, why am i so elated when i see the men in blue win the matches... it leaves me chest swelled with pride and honour... why does it steals my appetite and my sleep when i see the team india crumble... When india is playing, then cricket and related issues are discussed across the lenght and breath of india, its a jubliant feeling to hear the crakers go off and the whole nation goes into celebration the india wins as though its one festival thats common to all the umpteen religion and caste india has.
This game has achived something very distinct something fantablous - its brought the nation together....

Truely... its a madness.. thats called CRICKET.....