Dhoni!! pull your socks up man!!!

"Mr. Dhoni..., M.S. Dhoni, sir...can i just have a talk with you for a second? Mr. Dhoni, please...would you just oblige to share a few thoughts? Mr.Dhoni.....(a 5 second gap)...maybe you might just want to cut the crap captain!!"

Dhoni swivels his head right toward me, impressed by my maverick extempore response to his hushed silence towards the thronging paparazzi. "You only, yeah only you please...get into the dressing room, let's have a couple of minutes.."

I was more than impressed to be a 'part' of the Indian cricket team, but I was moreover concerned about my nitro-starch (grade 1 explosive) questions to the '#1 captain in Indian history'..!!!

Rick Castle: M.S Dhoni, your comments on the depleting performance of the Indian team..It seems so cynical at present.. what's your explanation to this slide downwards?

Sakshis's husband: There is nothing to be panicked about right now. The top order has failed to deliver, the spinners aren't getting their rythm, the fielders aren't in their groove....even the pitch isn't turning as I expected...

Rick Castle: Pardon me..(I silently scoff inhumanly).. What's wrong with you sir? You haven't fired with your willow nor with your mind games which were earlier much deserving of plaudits...

Dhoni intervenes suddenly...

Sakshi's husband: We all have lean patches in our lives, we just need to overcome them...But, the curator should have been different this time around..!!

Rick Castle: Give us a break man! How many of our own would you want to blame for your own debacle. I beg your sincere pardon Mr. Dhoni, but I really do think you guys have a heck of a day tomorrow... What's your plan of action?

Sakshi's husband: Well, let's see how things turn around..hope Ashwin makes a huge turnaround tomorrow...

Rick Castle: Wow!! Positive pessimism, ironical metaphors and hypothetical realities seem to please you a lot sir.. I recommend you better make a move to level the series in the next match...Thanks a lot Mr.Dhoni...Thanks for your time.."

Virat Kohli looked dejected as I stormed dissatisfied and mournful out of the otherwise over-joyous dressing room...

It was indeed a day to discard off our memories off of this day...

Hope we see a steering turnaround...

Go India Go!!!

We, the youth of India, having solemnly resolved...

Danger, danger! In great danger are we the youth of this country. When the hope of basking in the glory of freedom that we all dreamt of, the peace that we all thought of achieving and the unity that we all strived to achieve, all of it seems to have gone thither. Yes, we want freedom, we want a corruption free state, a crime free metropolis, a epidemic free country, a terror free nation and other high end needs to be met. No, why me alone, why can’t him, why can’t she, it’s their job, the politicians are corrupt not us, the government’s got to do something, the police aren’t working, I hate that party, that man gets on my nerves and many other higher end excuses we all give to change our ‘Yes’ to a “Big NO”.

The reason why India lost the 2003 world cup final against Australia was not because Australia played good enough, but India giving opportunities to tease their own problems which in the due course of time proved too fatal in result and in embarrassment. In the same way, we the youth haven’t been taking our predicaments seriously, instead we are toying with them as though they were a star-gazing spectacle. NO! We should at once stop being a hermit to meekness and a recluse to self-controlled sufficiency. We lack leaders to lead the pack because we don’t have the youth taking that extra furlong in bringing about change. Yes, we have a great media, and that’s why we talk more and act less. We like spice, but we don’t want the change.

If alone we all changed our attitudes and looked at that beggar near the temple streets and felt compassion, gazed at the corrupt official and took a moral stand of shunning bribery, cleaned the surroundings as though it were our own home, saved resources as if our dear lives depended on it and many more integral, moral values that we are all aware of and put them into practice, we would then be nominated towards being a developed nation. We grunt about the falling GDP, mock the FM for his lack of financial inadequacy but in the end we, the citizens ourselves never gave a cock’s eye about the financial status of India.

There’s only one solution. ACT

A – Act Immediately

C – Change what’s not right

T – Think over the consequences before acting

We need supportive leaders, youth leaders, leading from the front taking up the fight and deracinating the opposition. Enough of the comfy cushion behavior, let’s just join hands, be leaders – in campuses, in homes, in localities, in districts, states and the nations. Let’s ACT to making our “NO’s” into a big ‘YES’.

Jai Hind!!!

H.B.K [Heart Break Kid]

It's so weird when you hurt someone not actually discerning how you could have. For one serene moment everything's going just fine, smooth and dreamy and suddenly all of it fragments to a tumultuous situation wherein the person whom you loved so dearly just forgets and discards you as unimportant. 

Years of trust, believing against odds that an unbreakable bond of friendship would prosper, mutual interests pouring in and above all, standing for each other in times of distress; all of it just gone obsolete in days of obscurity. Now to even consider that "still best friend" as an arch enemy is next to installing an atom bomb in a chamber containing the auricles and ventricles. 

But I guess it's time that heals many relationships. Maybe we just don't give ourselves the time to think straight about the implications, expectations and resolutions that arise through these links that we develop in meets that were never planned before, in unexpected rendezvous, or even in seconds to spare on the first meet. Ultimately, if we do genuinely feel the pain of missing someone so bad, it really is worth for us to wait upon. But 'wait' in itself being a verb, reasonable effort to mend the relationship is in our hands for sure which surely in due course of time stitches the cross boundary discrepancy.

"har ek friend zaroori hota hai..."!!!!

I took a late trip to the Grand Canyon 3 dream-nights ago, and I was bedazzled to see something so spectacular and unprecedented ever in my life. My eyes just flipped backwards to check the authenticity of my visit to this vast spread of mountainous artistry, not withholding the goosebumps so tangible that I could feel liquid Nitrogen melting in my veins. The sheer dumbfound luck that I found was so precious to be precocious natured for a comic-con fan like me.

As I crudely reeled the shutter off my eyes, I found a hugely built muscular giant looming large over the Superior as a green comet does over a lake so serene to be blue in precise. Indeed, it was the HULK!!! No 3-D glass would ever give me that feeling for I felt one thing so captivating – his fists just missed me as he tried to smash an Asgard prince with a mighty thump (THOR anyone..?)! I for once was taken aback. ‘Aren’t they the Avengers?’ I really cross-examined myself just as Thor hammered one on Hulk’s carven back. The confusion hoopla soon turned out to be a bizarre dream in a dream itself as I saw the caped Knight drag the man with disliking towards Kryptonite. Seriously, Batman mauling Superman as if he was a dead carcass? No way!! Superman had on prior tried to laser off the Dark Knight, but the man with the money, fame and dames just shied it off! As a young kid I always fancied being Batman (tying a black bedsheet strangulating my neck for a while) and especially watching him live beating the hell out of an overrated superhero was always one that I cherished then.

With these events not sufficing the overgrown dreaming, an Amazon warrior like woman with an American outfit slashing and flashing her wrists and by doing so deflecting back all-direction bullets digressed my eyes off Batman’s heroics. What is a Justice League decorative doing in the scorching Appalachian away from the sunny Savannas!! Weirder as it got, she gently pin-handled the man with the golden gun, 007 (that makes up for the titanium bullets off a Glock 17). Shut the front door!! Bond?  I just tried to slap myself off the dream in a dream of the dream I had planned to dream before dreaming the previous night. To exacerbate the convoluted happenings, I saw Flash waltzing past the man in Steel, Iron Man. “Boom… kaboom…dishoom…kapow…pow…thud…uggh” were few words describing their unending duel which am sure is impossible to appease even by Duality theory.

 I finally awoke that morning away from the dream in a dream of a dream that I had dreamt of dreaming the previous night given due consideration to the thousand knocks on my door as Mom pounded on and on. One thing’s for sure, Dreams are Beautiful unless they become as flummoxing as mine!!

Today afternoon defined what everyone calls 'an exhilarating one'. Just as I minced my kheema+chapati rolls (mom-made) viewing the disastrous Indian batting on Star Cricket in spite of all the star presence we had in the team, it made me go mad as to what lame thing I was being entertained with this afternoon that seemed anachronistic at all times. But soon it hit upon me the fact that I had to go to college to catch the finals of the inter-department cricket match between Mechanical Engineering and Computer Science Engineering. I expected it to be a damp squib, given the fact that Mechanical had trounced the other teams on route to the finals (even as the underdogs) and CS had not put up a noteworthy victory either in the ferry to the finals. So reasonable was my logic that it affirmed me of a huge Mechanical victory. But soon, I got a text message reading, "CS: 120! great contest in hand! Come over!" from my bestie. Off I hurried notwithstanding the generous flow of runs CS had amassed. 120 is always a tricky score to chase especially in the finals wherein you're locked up either with run-a-ball or 'boom boom afridi'.
As I arrived, two Mechanical wickets fell like castles invaded by Chengiz Khan (Arjun Rao was our destroyer here). The CSian crowd just erupted in wild mimicry and bombastic talk even as the Mechanical team tried to gulp in their sour portion. Soon, it was as if Jill fell instead of Jack! Mechanical started bashing up the bowlers left and right, up and straight, over and through; practically boundaries just were galore in the field. With the advent of the 'scintillating knight' (gagan hosmani), the Mechanical team breezed past the modest target as though it was of counting Arabic numerals (no offence Mr. Fibonacci). Never had I seen a flash mob dancing to the Gangnam style as huge as the one after the Mechanical team routed CS at point blank range. Chants of "RMD, RMD.." scorched through the tightly packed molecules of air (gosh! it even smelled victory the entire time).
Suddenly, out of the blues, the GS asked me to be "Ravishing Ravi Shastri" for the evening!! Being a nervous shipwreck myself I was too reluctant to have a go at it. But the sheer prodigious extremity of the event just dragged me to the microphone and made me speak some awesome crap! Replacing "present" by "produce" as in "I would like to request XXX to pppp..produce the award to...LOL!! Overall, fantastic fun, glorious gunning down of the opposition and elation at its best were the taglines for the MECHANICAL Lovers!!

I am what I do, but do i do what i say? I am a doer of sorts, but do I sort things out just as I claim to do? My ideas seem doable, but do I seemingly try to work my ideas? Where doth i stand if I don't know my standing with that of my doing? All I now ponder about doing is whether doing is really an act or an art? I do  believe in doing as in an art rather than doing as in an act. With a doer believing in his doable acts, would bring about the act to do things in a more enjoyable way than it's counterpart wherein acting just steals the art of doing things. To make do things better, Do it as an art, rather than acting it out as some obsolete cliched form of work!!