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The God of cricket

This is for those minnows who made fun of him without any sense and reason on the day india had lost the oneday match  to south africa.

Harsha has put it extraordinary ...

Remember when you failed an examination. How many people recall that, your class, friends, relatives? You failed to make it to the IITs or IIMs. Who remembers. How many times have you had the feeling of being the best in your class, school , university, state….., you failed to get a visa stamped this quarter…, you missed a promotion this year…, how did it feel when you dad told you in your early twenties that you are good for nothing…..and now your boss tell you the same...

You keep introspecting and go into a shell when people most of whom don’t matter a dime in your life criticize you, back bite you, make fun of you. You are left sad and shattered and you cry when your own kin scoffs at you. You say I am feeling low today. It takes a lot from us to come out of these everyday situations and move on. A lot??? really?

Now here’s a man standing on the third man boundary in the last over of a world cup match. The bowler just has to bowl sensibly to win this game. What the man at the boundary sees is 4 rank bad bowls bowled without any sense of focus, planning or regret. India loses, yet again in those circumstances when he has done just about everything right.

He does not cry. Does not show any emotion. Just keeps his head down and leaves the field. He has seen these failures for 22 years now. And not just his class, relatives, friends but the whole world has seen these failures. We are too immature to even imagine what goes on in that mind and heart of his. That’s why I would never want to be Sachin.

True, he has single handedly lifted to moods of this entire nation umpteen number of times. He has been an inspiration to rise above our mediocrity. Nobody who has ever lifted the willow even comes close to this man’s genius. His dedication and metal strength is unparallel. This is specially for those people who would have made fun of him again last night when India lost. They are people who are mediocre in their own lives. Who just scoff at others to create cheap fun. Who have lived in a small hole throughout their lives and thought they have seen the oceans.

Think about the man himself. He is 37 years of age. He has been playing almost non stop for 22 years. The way he was running and diving around the field last night would have put 22 year olds to shame. The way he played the best opening quickies in the world was breathtaking. He just keeps getting better which is by the way humanly impossible. Its not for nothing that people call him GOD.  

But still I don’t want to be in those shoes. We struggle in keeping our monotonous lives straight, lives which affect a limited number of people. Imagine what would be the magnitude of the inner struggle for him, pain both mental and physical, tears that have frozen with time, knees and ankles and every other joint in the body that is either bandaged or needs to be attended to every night, eyes that don’t sleep before a big game, bats that have scored 99 international tons and still see expectations from a billion people.

And he just converts those expectations into reality. We watch in awe, feel privileged.

Well I think its time that his team realizes that enough is enough. They have an obligation, not towards their country alone but towards sachin. They need to win this one for him. Stay assured that he himself will still deliver and leave no stone unturned to make sure India wins this cup.

This is not just a game, and he is not just a sportsman. Its much more than this. Words fail here.....

--- HARSHA BHOGLE

Happy womens day

If there is any thing more funnier than wishing a woman , a happy woman's day , please somebody help me i could not figure out.

prema

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దానిని వర్ణించడం నా తరమా..

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నెల రేడు మబ్బుల్లో జారి పోయేలా..
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మా పెరటి మల్లియల మనసు విరిగేలా..
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సూరీడు మిము చూసి కంది పోయేలా..
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గుంపులు గుంపులుగా గులాబీలు గుసగుస లాడగా..
ఎర్రటి పెదవుల తలుపులు తెరచి ,
తెల్లటి మీ మనసును పరచి
నవ్వరా , ఒక్కసారి  జాజి పువ్వులా ..
నా  కివ్వరా మీ  నవ్వులు జన్మ జన్మలా..

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నువ్వంటే నీకే భయమేస్తుంది.
ఒక్కసారి తల తిప్పావంటె
గొప్ప కాంతి నీక్కనిపిస్తుంది.
ఒక వైపే తిరిగి ఉండి వెలుగే  లేదనుకుంటె
నాణానికి మరొ వైపు లేదని పొరబడినట్టే.

సంతోషం ఎక్కడో ఉందని నువ్వనుకుంటె.
నీ ప్రయాణమంతా ఆ నీడల చీకటి వైపే .

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బక్కవాడి పక్కనుండి ప్రపంచాన్ని గమనిస్తే
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విరుస్తుంది నీలో నవ జీవన వసంతం..

భాధకు , ఆనందానికి మధ్యనుంది నువ్వే
దేనినైన , నీ దానిని చేసేది నీ నవ్వే
ఈ సాగర పయనంలొ ప్రతి అలలొ సారం
నీ జీవన గమన మంత కలల సమాహారం..

నీకు ఈ లొకానికి మధ్యనొక్క అద్ధముంది
నువ్వు చూస్తున్నదంత నీకు అందు అర్థమైంది
మకిలి తనం,మురికి తనం ఆ అద్ధంలొ నీ బింబం
మనసుతోటి చరిస్తే  ప్రతి మనిషి నీ బంధం.

ఏదొ చెయ్యాలని  , ఇంకేదో సాధించాలని
ఎవరో నువ్వవ్వాలని , నలుగురు నిను చూడాలని
వాంచ పోవు వేల వరకు , కాంక్ష తీరు గడియ వరకు
నీ దారిలొ నువు పయనిస్తూ నీ చేతిని అందివ్వు.
నువు నమ్మిన అమ్మకాన్ని నమ్మకంగ పంచివ్వు.

సహనంతో సాహసివై  , సంకల్పం ఊపిరియై
ఈ క్షణమే నిజమనుకో.. ఇదియే నీ గెలుపనుకో..          
                                       with love
                                  phani vissapragada..

Energy without center

The complete stillness of the brain is an extraordinary thing; it is highly sensitive, vigorous, fully alive, aware of every outward movement but utterly still. It is still as it is completely open, without any hindrance, without any secret wants and pursuits; it is still as there is no conflict which is essentially a state of contradiction. It is utterly still in emptiness; this emptiness is not a state of vacuum, a blankness; it is energy without a centre, without a border. Walking down the crowded street, smelly and sordid, with the buses roaring by, the brain was aware of the things about it and the body was walking along, sensitive, alive to the smells, to the dirt, to the sweating labourers but there was no centre from which watching, directing, censoring took place. During the whole of that mile and back the brain was without a movement, as thought and feeling; the body was getting tired, unaccustomed to the frightful heat and humidity though the sun had set some time ago. It was a strange phenomenon though it had happened several times before. One can never get used to any of these things for it is not a thing of habit and desire. It is always surprising, after it is over.........