For some it’s a lifeline. To me, it mirrors my soul, my passion. My many sides of enigma in a nutshell. #nightout
old house
This used to be the favourite hideout of my younger days, much much fitter and agile days I must say.
Field, outfield, pads, coach, technique, drive, gloves, tension, sweat, lots of sweat, passion, craziness. More importantly, it was my age of adrenaline.
After years, took a look at myself through the strokes of the young guns. Few minutes, but went back a long time ago.
A blissful encounter
No, this isn’t Picasso or Monalisa. It’s a creation from hands of unconditional love and a gift to rekindle emotions. Blessed day!
hymn that blows you away
‘Kisi baat par main kisi se khafa hoon, main zinda hoon par zindagi se khafa hoon’.
The lyrics of mundane joy, a rendition that will stir your soul, the meaning that will wrench your veins, the inadequate fear that encapsulates the primal human being, an era that remains the home to divinity in the playback universe.
Kishore Kumar – you continue to conquer, then and today. Truly, Bemisaal. #classicnotes
Tribute: Legends of Cricket: Martin Crowe
Some players must be measured by the times they played in, not in terms of averages. Martin Crowe was one such artist. I have seen very little of him in early 90’s and my impressions of him were established in the 1992 World Cup. A maverick batsman, he undoubtedly was one of the most swashbuckling stroke players Cricket has ever seen. Natural flair and a gift for gaming nuances, he was not surprisingly, 92′ edition’s player of the tournament. By far, New Zealand’s finest, his penchant for runs and glory catapulted the Kiwis’ to stardom. His impact paved the way for their Cricket to produce some illustrious talents like Nathan Astle, Chris Cairns, Daniel Vettori and Brendon Mcullum. New Zealand owe a large part of their sporting legacy to Martin Crowe.
You went early Sir, but you will not be forgotten in a hurry.
Picture Courtesy: Google Images
moving past, and fast
Yes, truly forgotten. Rather, beloved and forgotten.
An army distinguishes itself from an individual who is a hero. If it’s vice versa, then we witnessed a created history that was never seen. This is one such moment of pride and anguish. #historyoflight
Are you star driven?
Let’s have a crazy discussion.
How many of us feel human race evolved out of the stars, galaxy or other astronomical endeavours?
Are we really the bi products of the ‘Adam & Eve’ syndrome? How much of it is science then?
If Science is our alma mater, then DNAs are not far behind. So, then does it boil down to hormones and other biological imprints?
Am happy to indulge in some very curious and interesting dialogue. Are you in?
the drive through shot
Indeed, doesn’t appear though. I think it’s more to do with the aura than anything else. Long standing giant amidst an ageing and growing metropolis. #calcuttadiaries
Altitude
Heights, perceivable yet deprived.
Tells us where we are, doesn’t say where we came from. We like to be at the top, but fear to look beneath. Love flying higher but eroded by turbulent waters.
Yes, I adore being out there but somehow get this feeling that blossoming flowers often forget the roots.
the altitude. It isn’t what we see, it is what we don’t.
the sanity hour
When all that I had was a truncated life with plethora of bliss around me. Pure.
ah! those moments..
little, very little, immensely little.
Yet, you provoke me, you juggle me, you toggle me with no ends.
i feel those soft hands, soft legs, soft sponge like touch,
get immersed every time you take a glance at me whilst other chores,
carrying you every time in my arms and lap is a outlandish feeling caressed over multiple borders.
vicious circle, I know. but all the more consuming and pervasive.
i cannot be with you all the time, but want to be with you all the time.
yes, all the time. you will get to know me, one day,
i know you everyday. i do. so imminently.
if love was a single unanimous verdict, it would be you.
you are a part of me, and you are my emergence of virtue.
What’s in a 14?
Probably, the most hyped date in the world. No vintage urn, just being eroded with the most consumate word in our lives – love.
Nothing against love though. Neither do I have anything unceremonious against people loving each other. We must, we do, we will. But are we serving the purpose is the question here. If I love someone, why do it just for a day? Rather, why all this propaganda for the people you love when the person you love knows you do? Do we have to make this public? I am not looking for an answer, am trying to introspect. And find answers within. You must unless you really want the advertisers and purgative offers to exploit you.
I think global world is devout of the whole Valentine stigma, and we like sticking our nose out to smell something that’s out of box. Or, can I say, out of mind. In fact, that’s exactly what I meant.
In an age when love is no more than a mere four letter word, we need just you and me to say ‘I Love You’. Keep it simple, and keep it true.
@Lifeoholic 