Thursday, October 17, 2013

No more Rahul Dravids, Please

Most of my generation people are looking for reasons to rejuvenate their interest in the religion called Cricket. I am calling it my generation of people because we are the Sachin Tendulkar generation, the Dada generation, the Rahul Dravid generation. Those name were put in that order for a reason, cuz that's how the order has always been.

I want to urge all the cricket fans one thing, let's not have any more Rahul Dravids. You would think I am not a big Dravid fan, but trust me; I am.

So why such a weird request, you ask? Here's why.

It was 1996, at Lord's; match best remembered for Sourav Ganguly’s century on debut and Dravid’s decision to ‘walk’ after he got the faintest of touches to a Chris Lewis delivery at a score of 95. Batting at number seven, just ahead of Anil Kumble, Dravid thus exhibited in his first match the qualities that would be reinforced through a 16-year career. Grace under pressure, moral certainty and the ability to raise his game when the going got tough. But, it was still the match in which Sourav Ganguly made his debut.

When Rahul Dravid made 180 in a Test match, he was upstaged by a man who made 281 (VVS Laxman). It was remembered as the match which established Laxman as the backbone of Indian middle order. Rahul Dravid, he just supported the maestro.

When he made his then highest score of 145 in a one-day international, Sourav Ganguly made 183 in the same innings. It was but obvious that the highest score ever made by any Indian player would overshadow the supporting character's century.

When Dravid gave it one more go and topped that by making 153 against New Zealand, Tendulkar scored 186. And when the God scores the highest in Indian history, the tributes would naturally go to him.

So, Dravid tried again. While he was going through an England tour as the only Indian batsman who mattered, the focus was not so much on Dravid’s three centuries as on the non-century from Tendulkar.

He has been one of the most successful captains in test for India, but is remembered for that one decision of calling back Sachin in before his double ton.

He kept wickets for India in the dry period between Mongia and Dhoni, but he is remembered as stop gap arrangement to squeeze a 7th batsman.

He has had maximum catches in slip but will never be compared to the likes of Raina, Yuvraj or even Mohammad Kaif for that matter on the field.

And now when I witnessed yesterday's match; where the world appreciated Virat Kohli; I just thought, not again.

Virat was magical, awesome, brilliant, stunning. But there was a Shikhar Dhawan and Rohit Sharma who were marvellous too. Let's not forget them. Let's not leave them behind.

Let's not treat them like Dravid.

No more Dravids, please.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Waseem Barelvi - mitti ke gharonde...


ज़हन में पानी के बादल अगर आये होते 
मैंने मिटटी के घरोंदे ना बनाये होते 

धूप के एक ही मौसम ने जिन्हें तोड़ दिया 
इतने नाज़ुक भी ये रिश्ते न बनाये होते 

डूबते शहर मैं मिटटी का मकान गिरता ही 
तुम ये सब सोच के मेरी तरफ आये होते 

धूप के शहर में इक उम्र ना जलना पड़ता 
हम भी ए काश किसी पेड के साये होते 

फल पडोसी के दरख्तों पे ना पकते तो वसीम 
मेरे आँगन में ये पत्थर भी ना आये होते 

Raahat Indori: Meaningful composition

हर एक चेहरे को ज़ख़्मों का आईना न कहो|
ये ज़िन्दगी तो है रहमत इसे सज़ा न कहो|

न जाने कौन सी मज़बूरीओं का क़ैदी हो,
वो साथ छोड़ गया है तो बेवफ़ा न कहो|

तमाम शहर ने नेज़ों पे क्यूँ उछाला मुझे,
ये इत्तेफ़ाक़ था तुम इस को हादसा न कहो|

ये और बात कि दुश्मन हुआ है आज मगर,
वो मेरा दोस्त था कल तक उसे बुरा न कहो|

हमारे ऐब हमें उँगलियों पे गिनवाओ,
हमारी पीठ के पीछे हमें बुरा न कहो|

मैं वक़ियात की ज़न्जीर का नहीं क़ायल,
मुझे भी अपने गुनाहों का सिलसिला न कहो|

ये शहर वो है जहाँ राक्षस भी है "राहत",
हर एक तराशे हुये बुत को देवता न कहो|

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

I'm in love with your smile

I was just sitting when she passed by me. She turned her head and smiled; a smile that makes violins play around; a smile that makes the birds sing; a smile that makes the stars shine brighter; a smile that makes the world a bit better place to live in...

I suppose I was addicted; addicted to that smile. Addicted to the shining of those eyes when she smiled; addicted to the falling of those hair on her face and to her fingers pushing her hair to the back.

I often heard that smile, saw her smiling face in my dreams. I needed to make that smile my reality. Thats how we met.

And then, that smile stayed besides me. That smile was my happiness when I was low. It was my strength when I was struggling, a push when I felt demotivated. Her smile was my guide when I was looking for answers, my friend when I needed a shoulder. It was her smile I turned to when I needed reassurance, comfort or support. Her smile was my magic potion.

I believe her smile is her super power. Inside that sweet self of hers lies a power to make everything right, to heal all the pain. She has a smile to die for and even more, a smile to live for. There are times when she misuses her super power, convinces me to do things I have never done, I would never do, just by using her smile right. 

And now, I want to make sure that the world is never deprived of this asset. I have decided I want to take care of that smile, make sure that smile remains where it belongs... on her face; always. 

So, while we will vow to live together all our lives, I shall also vow to ensure you always smile; you are always happy...

Keep Smiling!!!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Masterpiece by Pt. Vishweshwar Sharma

Jeewan ke is ghere mein, dhoop chaon ke dere mein
Palbhar bhi muskan mile to na chhodo
Do aakhon ke pehre mein mann ke ghane andhere mein 
Jhutha bhi armaan mile to na chhodo

Subah ko pakdte hi sham chali aati hai,
zindgi ki ret to fisalti hi jatii hai
apni hi sansein jab pyas ban jaati hai,
to aansuon ke teer pe najar muskati hai
bade samundar gehre mein ya phir ret ke dhere mein
Mrigtrishna ka paan mile to na chhodo
Jhutha bhi armaan mile to na chhodo

Jitne bhi aadmi hai utne jahan hai
Dhoop ki galiyon mein ye hawaon ke makaan hai
naam kahan likhta hai baith ke zameen pe,
aaj jo mahal hai  wo kal ke masaan hai 
bhant bhant ke chehre mein, itne swapan sunhere mein 
ik mann ka mehmaan mile to na chhodo 
jhutha bhi armaan mile to na chhodo 

roj nahi barkha na roj yeh bahar hai, 
pal mein badal jaye wahi sansar hai 
aaj ka yeh sukh mat kal par chhod tu, 
kaun jaane kal is paar us paar hai 
is gareeb ke dere mein,us ameer ke pehre mein 
chhupa hua bhagwan mile to na chhodo 
jhutha bhi armaan mile to na chhodo