Funny Cricket....

Nehra whispers to Munaf " Yesssss !!! Dude i hv achieved stardom again ". Munaf replies " Lolz...Man u r so very l8...I shot up to limelight in the very 1st match of the WC " . Nehra shoots back " Don't worry i swear i will leave such an impact in this cup that it will be remembered by generations ....Hahahaha !!"
Then Dhoni enters the scene...Tantaanaaa........." Hey mates !! Don't worry even if you don't leave an impact while bowling ( which is highly improbable) i will give u enuf strike in the slog overs to deliver in batting " :D :D

Times....

Dere r times wen u jst don't feel anything. You don't feel anything. You probe your heart for some feeling but it just doesn't come. When the feelings get so dried up you even try to feel bad but there is just no reason. You try to be angry at but again fall short of a reason. You are not even 'happy' living. But you are just satisfied and so comfortable.

I feel my worst nightmare has just come true. The words which i used to hate have finally got me. I am slowly becoming 'satisfied'. That hunger seems to be petering away leaving a big void in my life. I am having dreamless nights. No longer when i pray to god i ask for something. I just don't know.

I have just realized i need to get out of this phase. I need to become hungry again.
Come on YV.......

A Dream.....

A trembling voice called me from behind. The voice was frail and bland. It was like any other sound which goes unnoticed, something which you don’t care for, like a rodent lying crushed at the corner of the road, like a flickering street light. But i found my neck swivelling in the direction of the voice. There was a woman, her skin was like a ripple on water, her teeth jagged, her dimpled cheeks: a grim reminder of her struggle, her clothes half-torn and dishevelled heaving an odour which was a mix of perspiration and fish oil, her perforated shawl revealing more than it covered. Her face resembling a quintessential widow of a blockbuster. Her eyes were cold and white. They were like stones lying on the beach : forlorn, plain and pure. Her tousled hair undulated intermittently like a hoisted flag.
“ Ji? “ the only word i could force out .
“ Yass beta tu mujhse milne nahi aaya” she snapped. The reply was stark and smooth, shorn of pretence and effort. The words hung before me like a white haze in the night sky.
She was clearly possessed.
The words were reminiscent of someone.......someone who has moulded my life..........someone who held my hands firmly and showed me the right path........someone who prayed for me day and night........

But why was he complaining ?
Where was i supposed to be ?
Why was i not there ?

Perhaps I am too afraid to think of the answers.

My Dream Girl

As the pale mist rises against the backdrop of an inky void, as the calm breeze whizzes past the ear, wiping out the last drop of sweat behind and setting off a subtle tingle of cold, as the winter moon shimmers through the placid water pond at the foot of the steel-like stairs; a heavenly figure emanating a glow, a glow bright enough to scorch the sun, slowly walks down. As the figure files down, the stairs produce a sweet sound as if welcoming her. The mist starts to wear thin as she walks further down. All of a sudden the wind stops, the clanking dissolves in the void,as she touched the water. She, whom I always dreamt of, has finally walked down from the heaven for me. The divine touch produced ripples, one like never seen before. They head towards my direction, proclaiming the arrival of my dream girl. She was barely twenty metres away from me but the glow prevented me from seeing her. I squinted through but failed.
Now came the time-stopping moment, a moment i probably waited for years, a moment probably for which i was born for. The glow began to dim, slowly revealing her.

Suddenly something happened , i heard myself spewing out a girlish squeal, shattering the equanimity of the place to bits.....I found myself getting drowned into a maelstrom of an invisible fluid, the more it took me deeper the more i choked...... Then everything went black.....

A shrill sound made me open up my eyes and i saw my cell....buzzing off like an excited hamster.....

Then the harsh realization dawned upon me........My alarm went off.......

The Great Indian Tamasha !!!!

Call them apostate ; Call them irresolute ; Call them power-hungry; Call them anything and they would happily take it all as long as you are willing to vote for them.

Welcome to the new generation of Indian Politics ‘Play X’ . Where the players are same , the prize is same but yes , the rules have changed.

The only rule is that there is no rule. Sounds clichéd ? Reminds you of an adrenaline pumping movie named ‘ Fight Club ‘ ? Atta Boy!!!! You’ve hit the bulls eye !!!!



It’s the same thing .
Although it might not have those riveting action sequences ,nor does it boasts of gorgeous heroines shaking their booty to seduce our testosterone-filled heroes but yes it promises of a plot which goes a lot deeper , a mounting tension which has already reached humongous proportions, actors who are enormously skilled at backstabbing , doublespeaking , back-pedalling, etc. and needless to say. it has huge a implication on our lives ( although it’s doubtful as most parties once elected go into an eternal slumber which usually breaks just before the next LS elections )

Indian Politics has changed drastically ( to the extent that it has impelled me to devote a blog to it…lolz ) . It has become blatant, gross and ruthless , where there is no room for party’s ideologies. Parties are not even bothered to wear the ‘façade’ of moral uprightness as they go gung-ho in fielding candidates who have been booked under the charges of committing crimes ranging from robbery to murder.
What matters to them is ‘Winnability’ of the candidate.
Thanks to this many erstwhile foes have ‘become’ best friends.
On one place a covert NCP – Sena alliance has cropped up while on the other
SP-RJD- LJP has come up.
You might contest me by saying that coalition politics assumed centre stage long back, but when was the last time post-poll alliances outnumbered the pre-poll alliances .

Now Nobody wants to be with a single party only( Congress or BJP) instead everybody wants to be with the winner. So instead of ‘trying’ to make a single party win by going with it, they ‘want’ to make a single party winner by going with it after the results are declared ( and emerge out a winner itself) .


In short, Indian Politics today resembles a Tug of War , where there is a third team which is playing a wait-and-watch game and will join and support only that team which is on the brink of notching up a win.

( Having said all this , I would request each one of you to vote if you want to see a ‘stable’ government in power for next 5 years )

Happy ???? New Year !!!

Today , I was watching a news channel where every stupid celebrity was discussing his/her plans for the day. Some were boasting of the various parties they need to cover while others were glibly blabbering about their shopping plans.
“ Kamala, tumahara kya plan hai ? “ I jocularly asked my maid who was stealing furtive glances at the T.V. while mopping up the floor.
“ Bhaiya kis cheez ka ? “ she questioned.
“Naye saal ka “ I clarified.
“Hamare liye kya naya saal bhaiya “ , she replied back,. Her eyes were full of askance.

I was stunned, was left insensate for some time. The way her eyes, smeared with desperation and despondence, looked straight at me; I was left dumbstruck.
It wasn’t that her answer was unexpected, the thing is I never cared for it. And the truth is we all don’t.

On the night of the New Year eve,when the whole world is revelling, this section is somewhere lying supine on floor, snivelling and stifling their sobs behind a torn cloth. Our contrived merry-making crowds this section out. Although inadvertently, we make them feel more miserable.

It really amazes me that despite of living in a country where 22.4% of the people live below poverty line , we are least concerned. Don’t you feel a need to do something for your fellow countrymen who are not fortunate enough like you are.
No ,Please neither am I a proponent of Communism nor am I trying to be a philanthropist.

But friends can’t each of us give happiness to at least one for a single moment. Today when I gave her Rs. 50 telling her to buy some sweets for her children,her joy knew no bounds. That expression on her face can’t be expressed in words. It can only be felt. Although it was just a modest amount and was just a fraction of what one spends on a new year bash , but look what it did. It reduced her to tears.
And believe me the satisfaction and the feeling of fulfilment you derive out of it is much more than what you get out of a mindless revelry.

As the saying goes " You can have everything what you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want "

The IIFT Result Day

Well , like any other holiday, today was also a fairly dull day. I was languorously sifting through the newspaper when Tushar called me up. He told me IIFT result was out. Suddenly I felt my skin crawling. The drudgery and monotinity of the day would be broken up in such a manner was totally unexpected. As soon as I hung up the phone I immediately logged on and entered the link. Here opens the home page of the site in a flash. I heard myself speaking peevishly “Damn it !!! why the hell it has opened so fast ? Couldn’t it have taken some more time. Maybe hours or days even “. But yeah the fact was the page has opened up and had the link displaying results emblazoned right on the page. As soon as I clicked the link a PDF opened up . “ Why is the net working so fast today ? “ I quipped. Then I went to the search and entered my name. ‘ 0 Results Found !’ was scrawled across the screen.

My heart sank. It skipped a few beats. And suddenly the whole world was spinning around me. Still with a ‘ Never Say Die ‘ bravado I got up wrenched out the IIFT card from the file and came back to the result page. This time I entered my Roll No. in the search box. But to my horror the result was same. Now I found myself fecklessly trawling the list as if my name would conjure up miraculously. Then I heard a voice “Yash this is not a movie going on . Welcome to the real world !! And the truth is you have been nudged out by your competitors (most of whom i dont evn knw) “ . I winced. “Truth is so brutal , After so much of hard work how could the result be so unfavourable. I constantly was among one of the toppers in the AIMCATs “. I thought .’ I bungled up in CAT and now in IIFT too.’

I wanted to cry but couldn’t. May be a screw-up in engineering entrance exams and two failed intial job interviews made a man out of a boy. But still I told myself ‘ Mr. Yash Vardhan you need to concentrate on the destination . The paths could be different. But the destination has to be the same. ‘ What if 1 path is closed many others are still open.” Don’t know if it was truth or a yet again failed attempt to pep up my sagging mood. And then I slept.

What followed since I woke up from an invigorating slumber at 9 pm was even worse. There was a deluge of commiserative remarks.

“ Koi nahi beta ! We know you worked hard “

“ Chalta hai !!!”

“Sill lot to come “

Etc. etc. I wanted to shout at them on top of my voice and say please stop it but cudn’t . I didn’t want to deprive them of this at least.

Now here I am, shaken a bit , but yeah pretty fine,optimistic(as ever ) and yeah I still stand by what I have always believed……..

“ Whatever god does it does for your own sake!!!!”