The first sound was a cry,
not a laugh to remember.
The first sense was helplessness…
of hope and surrender.
Tears rolled down the cheek,
In hot or cold,
And left a streak across
like a ravine old.
The child didnt know he was born…
nor if he will be dead.
All he wanted was
Mama’s lap as bed.
Tears rolled down the cheek,
No hands to wipe them all,
No lips to kiss and soothe
No ears to his cry meek.
Tears rolled down the cheek,
And he never knew Why……
Golden leaves silently fell
And I walked on the carpet of life..
The world around me dazzled
with brilliance untold.
The silence..
Was all i could hear..
in my heart and in my soul.
No thoughts brushed past me..
No idea flashed..
And yet i was absorbed in the infinity…
With myself as company.
Silence embraced me with love,
And I could hear the symphony unheard before…
STOP…. sounds weird, isn’t it? It is actually a movie that just got over. Most of us wouldn’t have even heard of it. Its a journey of 4 frnds who share a home in Dubai. Each one of them goes through difficult phases of life… both personally and professionally. The way they give each other space and still are around is something i have had experienced myself. The movie is so contemporarily relevant and reflects the life of the urban youth and their choices. I am lucky to have friends who have always been there for me.. to support me when i needed them most. And yes, the title STOP… it reflects our tendency to wish that we can say STOP to all gud times in life . specially those spent with ur loved frnds 
.. Love you all guys.. and wish could say STOP myself
One Game and billions to make.. One Game and near hysteria.. One Game and lives made or destroyed… One Game and The Religion… and Thats Cricket Honey.. In India. Cricket the first memory as a child was a long game played with decent looking guys in white. In recent years i haven’t seen a single match played by gentlemen in white. The riots of color and sounds have taken center stage. More than the bats and balls, its the players who do the talking…. and they make the most of it by playing to nations’ sentiments. The current format has brought a heady mixture for all.. a cocktail of Big Money, Superstars, Glamor, Glitz, Dance, Songs, Controversies and a bit of game called cricket. No doubt it gives such Highs to people all round the globe… I also proudly claim that I too love the colors surrounding what was once a black and white monochrome world of 22 players and few umpires… But the only thing that sometimes gnaws at my mind is the innocence of old world cricket. I miss the patience displayed by both teams in the most tensed situations. I miss pure talent and hard work talking rather than abusive language that is practiced as an art in the game now. I am not against aggression or deadly attitude.. but its the emotions at display under spotlights , that makes me uncomfortable. Would our children be able ever to able to remember Cricket as a Game of Gentlemen?
Today I was returning from market and in the porch i saw a kid spreading his arms at a weird angle. It was a very hot day with sun beating down on all without mercy and the kid was all smiles. He was drenched in sweat and had a broad smile plastered all over his face. He was trying to fly…. I couldn’t help but stop in my tracks… The innocence on his face was something to cherish. The smile was the most contagious one.. and all i could do was smile and wave back to the kid ….. I saw my own innocence through the deep eyes of the kid.. and felt my childhood through his attempted flight…
I opened my eyes to the song of a cuckoo. My brown eyes found it hard to open up against the shimmering pool of light streaming through the window. The lovely white curtain was fluttering in the breeze… and i couldn’t stop admiring the cobalt blue sky. It was an early morning and the freshness seeped through my soul. I climbed down my bed very slowly … as if afraid to disturb the morning itself. I tiptoed to the window sill…. The world outside waited for open itself to me through the dewy haze. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted in the air and i turned to look at a big cup waiting for me on the table. Carelessly tossing my dark brown mane, i cupped it with both hands and enjoyed the warmth seeping through my skin. The smell was heavenly and more erotic that anything i have ever known. The vapour rose through the window and melted with the world outside.. leaving me breathless with the joy of freedom. The taste of bitter sweet coffee in my mouth added punch to my senses and all i could say to myself.. Good Morning Sweetheart.. Its another beautiful day in life… Live it ..
Wow.. it feels so good to be the laziest person on a weekend. The only time where i can afford to forget about a clock.. Waking up at my own pace…. remember the song “… yahan sapne paala kerte hai..”. Its a bright day… warm (rather HOT
) and lazzyyyyy… Started working on knowing the features of WORDPRESS… online since morning. Planning for weekend work since friday and not doing anything at all is lots of fun. Well.. i seem to utter all rubbish. 
Everyday it seems like a new day, full of promises, hope and faith. The journey never ends and I land up with a new beginning every time. The start here holds a promise of a new chapter in life, another dimension to myself. Hope to do justice to myself.
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Crystal – Another Dimension Technology