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Sunday, July 11, 2010

ROTTEN CADBURY

July 11, 2010 2 Comments
"twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder what u are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky"

Two soft hands coming from behind pushed the swing a little forward continueing the verse..."twinkle twinkle..."
a lot of joy translated into smiles and giggles.

"mama,this tym sing the barbie song please"
"barbie song!okey",with a funny giggle,"written by ur wd b father-in-law"...

"cweetty naughty my barbie gal
a prince will come with shining pearl
he will marry my princess doll
chweetty naughty my barbie gal"

The little child got excited with joy painted in blue...
Her pony tailed hair dancing upon the wind...
The trees...the swing...the fresh fragrance of air...
All resonating the extravagance...
Suddenly the child climbed down the swing and rushed towards the gate.
"Adyasa"...the high pitch sound broke the silence,but she didn't even turn back.
After a while adyasa came with a letter.throwing it upon d air she started dancing singing the barbie song... "chweetty naughty my barbie gal..."

her mother ran to catch d letter sailing upon the wind."ow! Got it.who is it?a letter in d age of mails!"
looking at d adress got stunned.'oops!its from hunky dude.
Hey hunky dude,i was thinking of you just now.ws singing ur barbie song.YOU GONNA LIVE FOR A HUMDRED OF YEARS ."speaking silently to herself she opened d letter.

"oye barbie,
(the lips became a little wider perhaps the word was awaited so long)
hey m gonna kill you!(wat nonsense,dont u any need any formality to start a letter). It has been so long i hv nt listened ur voice.are u ok naa?

Adyasa has grown up now.she is 3.hey never hurt her dear.hmm..she loves the swing.(how do u know,damn nobody).does she look like u?i mean little 'motti'.ha ha

and O chweett baby!once u asked,"wish I could flow back in time,i would go to my childhood days....
when d precious gift was dad's love...
The safest place was mother's lap...
Bittermost thing was brother's advice...
Only enemy was d elder sister...
Only pain was for my broken doll...
Only job was to blow the balloon...
Wish i could go to my childhood days...'

but hey,i assure,you can ...if u wish.I hv a magic.close ur eyes.listen to me...
Feel,in ur heart,wat adyasa speaks...
Dance,upon ur mind,wat adyasa sings...
Ask to ur heart,wat adyasa cries for...
Go to the sea shore...collect the snails...
Castle in d air...pluck a little flower...
How does u feel when adyasa gets hurt?
Tell me,isn't it as if u had broken a doll?

Hey now come back yaar.i wanna go to my school days...
Where our strict class teacher has a thousands of reasons to shoot us...
Yet we had millions of reasons to bunk d penalty
shouting with joy...murmuring in fear f death...open d gate
when we walked down d road covered with dry leaves
when we sat in d classroom d smell we breathe is of our uniform dresses and yellow striped brown ties
where i got my best b'day gift...'a kissed cadbury in class 8'
three years later when i tasted the rotten cadbury hiden in my book shelf
d sweetest thing in d world was mingled in to me
wish i could go to my school days...
Yet could not...yet could not.

Anyway i kept my word sending dis letter to u,
let ur life b full of salad days,
bedazzled be u with d smiling rays,
dis final wish when u get,
i may nt b in dis world walking dat day...
Yours ever
hunky dude.

"Final wish" reverberating in d deepest corner of curiosity she ws shocked.she rushed towards d destination...written on d letter posted a month ago.
After a painful journey of 3 days and life time friendship she got there.
A little child took her towards d hunkydude.He was sleeping silently.she sat by him.touched d closed eye.smone gave a parcel to her.she opened it.A cadbury with a letter wrapped over it.she opened d paper.
's
sorry dear,i dont have any match for ur adyasa
nor can do any magic nd come back to u.
But i assure i m always with u...
I m still alive as friendship never dies."

with a tear stained heart she looked upon d evening sky.
A falling star coming down...vanished away like yesterdays.
Perhaps making all d wishes come true...
A promise for an eternal frndsp mingled into her soul
as does d melted jilted rotten cadbury.
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Friday, July 2, 2010

RAINBOW XI

RAINBOW XI

July 02, 2010 1 Comments
THE LAND OF RAINBOW ROLLS THE BLACK PEARL...
CURLY WURLY HEROICS WITH SHINING ARMOUR.....
KISS-TIANO RONALDO MYSTERIOUS MESSI...
RONEY KAKA BOSQUEING DEVILISH VILLA...
BANG BANG VUVUZELLA BANG BANG VUVUZELLA.............

Thousands of years of human civilisation passed...
so many the impoverished nation has fought...
ecstatic desire to place itself in worlds top class...
And finally brings the immortal memorablia of the continent... the biggest sports extravagenza already set to spin the globe twice faster.
Riding the heartthrobbing thrills on south african safari ,this awesome tournament giving a twosome reason for the nation...
1st being the success of the world cup has shown the power of the nation to arrange a world class sports fever.
2nd to give an oppurtunity to bid for the next summer olympic


whilst my pen rolls over my blog the 2nd stage has reached to its conclusion.as we await the drama of the second round..here goes the ''best XI'' from all the nation participated.

THE COACH~~DIEGO MARADONA [ARGENTINA]
His team has been great so far in the tournament,but his best contribution was the press conference where he apologised to michael platini for his comments,whilst scratching his nocse with his finger.

THE GOALKEEPER~MARK PASTON[NEWZEALAND]
The position with the fewest candidates ,as nobody has suffered more than the goal keepers.he gets the nod for an heroic performace in the 1-1 draw against Italy.

RIGHT FORWARD~~LEO MESSY
He may not have scored a goal but the best player in the world has lived upto his billing so far wit superb performance in arg's games wit nigeria and s korea

LEFT FORWRD``KEISUKE HONDA[JAPAN]
EASILY WON D IMPRESSION HIS free kick against denmark was superb stunning strike of that match.

CENTER FORWARD``DAVID VILLA[SPAIN]
For the three goals that lifted his team after a disastrous opening.so far 2 best goals of the tournament goes by his name.

CENTRAL MIDFIELD``SCHWEINSTEIGER[GERMANY]
SO MANY FIGHTS FOR THIS POSITION BUT THE ULTIMATE DEVILISH IS THIS MAN.with bags of energy and magics ain his feet his team hardly misses ballack.

RIGHT MIDFIELD`` CHRISTIANO RONALDO[PORTUGAL]
FOR SO LONG HE IS THE MOST HANDSOME WHEN A BALL IS AT HIS FEET. MY FAVO-RIGHT.but he has a bad tournament so far.

LEFT MIDFIELD``CHRISTIANO RIVORUS[PARAGUAY]
finest touch against slovakia by curling lovely goal he has a gr8 fanfare..

RIGHT BACK``MAICON[BRAZIL]
FOR THE BEST SHOWINGS OF BRAZIL HE IS THE FACTOR. TOUGH SITUATION FOR OPPONENTS.HE BROKE THE DEADLOCK IN THEIR OPENER AGAINST N KOREA WITH A BRILL.. FINISH IN AN TIGHT ANGLE THAT HE MEANT

LEFT BACK ``CARLOS SALCIDO[mexico]
togh test argentina but he finishes fine..especially for his goals those are long distance flyer

CENTRE BACK``LUCIO[BRAZIL]
striding forward with his feet..the champions league defender was awesome so far. a lot from him expected ahead

CENTERBACK``DIEGO LUGANO [URUGUAY]
AS GOOD AS HIS HAIR SWINGS IN THE AIR AS THE BALL TOUCHING HIS FEET.

32 teams...64 matches...at 10 venues...billions of hearts skipping its beats....
the blazing success of the tournament is adding colors to the land of seven colors that sings the heroic truth of the nation shaking all the waka waka hips all over the world tuning into its rainbow strings...that dont tell a lie....
shake it ..oww..shakeit like shakira!!!
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Friday, April 30, 2010

Y did u take my heart

Y did u take my heart

April 30, 2010 0 Comments
Walking one day on the serpentine realms of destiny
a conciliatory heart burnt in the flame of love
pulsing with the passion like the excited waves of ocean
like the bird in the sky rising higher &higher to feel the heaven

For thy beauty &grace,for love and its ravishing fragrance
bargained itself with happiest smiles and fanciful cheers
and O minstrel you took my heart away paying a heartful of tears!

O now see...
Intoxicated with love to its rhythm,i still dance
behind the veil,being so lonely,i lost my sense.
My poor heart eternal silence keeps
i wonder how did she get into it
though i am silent,my silent eyes now weep
O someone please paint my saddened veil into green
where art thou?O beloved divine!
Touch my saddest naked strings
till clothed in music such as a lonely parrot sings....

Thousands of curse let blow upon me...
As my curseful life goes by
what the worth does it pay
the more i live the more i die.

O lady!
My weary heart suffocates breathing the fragrance of jasmine...
O turn back!
Find thy gracious-self inside that stupid cupid box.
So take care of it,am waitin till my soul is wrapped under a crust!
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Thursday, March 11, 2010

I WANT TO BE MY MOM'S BEST SON
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Thursday, February 25, 2010

SACHIN GENIUS TENDULKAR FIRES 200:FIRST DOUBLE CENTURY OF ODI CRICKET

February 25, 2010 3 Comments

Storm in....
He will freeze the air of pestilence...
to be no 1 is his phenomenal vibrance !!

At 6:45 pm a dear friend of mine,a crazy cricket fan,on his boring train journey inquired me the score of indian cricket team;to which I answered,'you are unlucky dear to have a not-so-emergency journey today.just spin the earth back,if you can,to the place which will show the Indian standard time 2:30 pm by your watch;sit in front of your T.V. And watch history in the making.if you can't,just ask a child who has just learnt how to bat or ask a tea vendor who has shut his shop down this afternoon to watch the master blaster's blade getting fired.'
If you ask me,i may not be good enough to tell the story of making of histories.anyway i will try a few words to salute the history as i can't stop babbling.

THE STORY

At 2:30 pm on a sunny day at Gwalior beneath the clear blue sky a star was shining brilliantly who walked into the captain Roop Singh stadium with a great welcome from the spectators in the stadium as well as all the viewers of Neocricket in front of their TV all over the world.But oops!I was unlucky to catch that glimpse,being inside the classroom of Preventive and Social Medicine and by the time I got a seat in front of our TV,he was already at the crease busy installing his run machine from the very first ball he faced.

The flat pitch was inviting for a run feast.After Sehwag's dismissal Sachin and Karthik put a 194 run stand and even after that a blazing Yusuf added a zing to the momentum.later Dhoni also joined the master blaster putting a 100 plus partnership.The master blaster did no mistake and with his strokes wrote a sonnet,a splendid memoir,on the heart of his dearly fans.His fifty coming off just 37 balls and century off 90 balls was nothing to cheer up.After that he played even more violently.His 150 came off just 118 balls before he surpassed Kapil Dev's 175 with a six over the long on off JP Duminy and his highest score 186* with a pull to fine leg. He surpassed the highest score in ODI that of Saeed Anwar of Pakistan and Charles Coventry of Zimbabwe with a flick past fine leg for two runs. But one more history was yet to be written....unfolding the mystery he drove the ball past a fielder at point to reach the magic mark 200* ,the first double century in ODI history after 2692 matches in 35 years of birth of this format.

AND FINALLY...

If you take a glance on Sachin's strokes you can't imagine how hungry he still is even with all the records of cricket with him. Here I remind the lord Hanumaan,the super hero of epic the Ramayan,who was one day eating all the stuff his mother was giving and still asking for more.finally being exhausted when his mother Anjana pointed at the sun and asked to take it,He jumped off towards the sun and engulfed whole of it in his mouth. But for Sachin,i see,sky is not enough. Even every electron is dual-spin-dancing and cherishing the sizzling celebration of Sachin's shining victory over myth and history.and every proton is singing the sermon of the batting maestro with all its electrifing positive sparks.The world belongs to him.
And finally i can say,
"If cricket is my religion...
SACHIN is my GOD"
which is why next time Tendulkar plays the big innings it might be a good idea for us to fall silent in stead of describing in adjectives ,and just meditate on the ball rise and rise towards the heavens
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Saturday, February 13, 2010

MY NAME IS KHAN:A MOVIE REVIEW

MY NAME IS KHAN:A MOVIE REVIEW

February 13, 2010 3 Comments
Its no strange...the riot of wild animals that stand out in mumbai.damaged threats,unclaimed attacks and nonsense attitude could not stop the release of most awaiting movie of the year 'my name is khan' that will cross a milestone in the history of box office.
MNIK is a movie starring the two best actors of the country shahrukh khan and kajol.if i am going to describe their chemistry on screen and off screen response then i must be acting foolish.the movie is directed by the sizzling director of KKHH,KKKG,KHNH&KANK but this time with a different spice.the best music director of the country ,shankar-ehsaan-loy have touched the string of hearts with noor-e-khooda & tere naina.
THE STORY:
SRK (rizwan khan)is suffering from asperger syndrome,a genetical disorder linked to chromosome 17p13.he moves to america.there he lives with his brother(jimmy shergil) and sister-in-law(sonya jehan).he sells some beauty products under the guidance of his brother.in due course of time he falls in love with mandira(kajol) .kajol was a divorcee and she has a son already then.they get married instead of protest from his brother just because they belong to different religion.after that they start a business and live happilly.
The tragedy starts,that will flush your heart with punchfull of blood,when their son is killed.after that kajol thinks that this all was happening because of their surname khan that regards to muslim,a religion.they splits.
Shahrukh then embarks upon a great journey to meet the president .he suffers a vulnerable situation when he is regarded as terrorist and thrown behind the bars.after some khich khach he is released.he moves to georgia to save a family he had met during the journey from hurricane.media catches it live.then the story makes a climax to end it.

BEST SCENES:

during 1st half of the movie there are cool romantic scenes in which the best couple of bollywood will propel your heart to slip its beats.besides these the humor adds to the scenes of SRK selling beauty products,1st meeting with kajol and scenes after wedding.
In the second half you will be pushed towards a corner that relentlessly move you to tears not only because of emotions but because of the perfect acting.

MESSAGES:

1)In julian and gregorian calender the time scale is divided into BC and AD.but after 9/11 the time scale got a 3rd designation.the world divided,humanity torn apart.the terror strikes to the common man in the name of religion.
2)in this world there are two types of people-good and bad.no matter what happens ,in the end the good one triumphs.
3)relations are made of not only blood but of love.

AND FINALLY......

SRK proved that he is the king of bollywood.in my point of view its his career best,if i choose,chak de and swadesh following it.
kajol did a fantastic job sharing a heart throbbing chemistry with shahrukh.
Karan also did his best.
The child artistes tanay cheda for young and yuvvan makkar for sameer are shining brilliantly.
And finally if you have already watched then you are lucky enough.if not ,stop reading this article right here and go for the movie...feel the phenomenal experience ....
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Forgetting a friend....

February 10, 2010 0 Comments

Forgetting a friend is not so easy,especially
If you are surrounded with poetry.
Waves come running to you and recede
Throwing behind a question mark.
The breeze,blocking your ways asks
Something that it never asks.
A ferry dissolves itself at the horizon
and leaves behind a vacuum.
No ocean can fathom
Nights sink into darkness.
And tears deceive you in your eyes.
Forgetting means more reason to remember....
{if you are asked to...can you forget a friend of yours}
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