An untitled poem of my life

Tell me, what I am? A creature with a name plate?
My designation eludes me beyond the company gate.

Techie nerd? Naah, I am an average joe;
How, where, why? I just don’t know.

Feels like an obnoxious dog, looking at the neck strap;
Money is myth, that’s holding me in this career trap.

What I am is not what I wanted to be;
I gonna make it to the top, for others to see.

All my heart craves for, is a long sabbatical;
No worries, professional nor economical.

Things are gonna get better, Life is gonna change;
Shots are gonna hit target, only at the firing range.

The need of the hour is to make the move;
Somehow get going, get over the glue.

The other perspective...

“Every coin has two faces” they say and indeed it does. A couple of days rewind, and I got to see a positive side of the 2 inches long tobacco stuffed stick a.k.a cigarette. The statuary warning that come along had kept me away from it till date and will continue to do so; but I was pleased to see what a bonding a cig can enforce between two individuals. These two puff buddies seemed to have entwined their lives into one another’s; and their bonhomie pushed me to this next blog of mine, if not pushing me into joining them to smoke my life out.

As a child we have always been chanted to look at things in a positive way and as we clock more miles on our age track the chanting haven’t ceased.

But often do I think, do all things that look good are indeed noble? And for those matters are all things that are projected to us in negatives shades equally evil? For the things we take on face value need not be the same that they depict they are. A right hand as seen in the mirror is the left one; and equally true is the other way round.

What better example to take then our own epics. Thanks to the evangelism of Mr. Ramanand sagar and latter Mr. Sanjay Khan; and even more thanks to the non-advent of remote control and cable television that prevented me from flipping between frequencies, my adolescence years were sprayed with constant and daily doses of the mythological sagas. Be it the “Maryada-purshottam”ism of Lord Rama in the Ramayana or be the “Kaurav-Pandav” duel in the Mahabharat. Ofcourse, then there were “The sword of Tipu-Sultan”, “Prithviraj Chauvan”, “Jesus”, “Jai Hanuman”, “Gautam Buddha” and finitely numerous many.

I might be charged of blasphemy but still I prefer to stick to the Hindu mythics involving the Rama, the Kauravs and the pandavas.

So, one could briefly summarize the Ramayan as the story of lord Rama, an incarnation of the lord Vishnu, known for his portrayal of a idealistic man and his victory over the ten headed devil Ravana. No one will challenge my brief summary above, but as it’s said the devil lies in the details. Let’s start with the villain in the story, the devil as it might be doubly reinforced by the possession of 10 heads. But this devil Ravana, a son of a sage, was a devout Shiv worshipper and had performed ages of worship and the very not so human trait of possession of ten heads was a result of his offering of head that many number of times to please the almighty lord Shiva. Finally blessed by Shiva, he was gifted by the eternal source of power the “Lingam” which was snatched from Ravana in not so very fair manner by the rest of the gods anticipating abuse of it by him. Moving from the villain to the hero of the mythological saga, The lord Rama. Was it right on his part to seek “agni-pariksha” to verify the sanctity of his better half; the very lady who readily boarded on a 15 years exile in wilderness resigning to all the cosy comforts of the flourishing kingdom? Was this act befitting to the tag of Maryada-purshottam?

Moving from the one epic to even a more voluminous epic. The epic whose theme was set around the battle of Kurukshetra. Draupadi was mentioned to have taunted Duryodhan about his father’s blindness which angered him and led to her “vastraharan” and the entire Mahabharat followed suit. The shade of grey that characterized the skin tone of Lord Krishna, also seem to have seeped into his character too; for that throughout the entire length of the epic he was involved in some sleight or the other. Even though Pandavas being depicted as the positive characters, didn’t hold them from playing the sleight and tricks that Lord Krishna suggested. Though Kauravas, or the supposedly the evil force, did play the game strictly by the rules; the Pandavas seem to bending the rules time and again. Be it the eclipsing of Sun by Krishna, or be it the Ashwathama incident. Be it the foul Killing of Karn when he was down of his chariot, to the tactful and equally foul killing of duryodhan.

By all this, I don’t intend to malign any of the holy lords neither do I want to indulge into profanation of the holy sages that were scripted by Vyas and others. The whole point of this blog is to inculcate in oneself a viewpoint of looking at things in a totally unpartisan and in an unbiased manner devoid of any sorts of prejudice.

Disclaimer: I am a devout Hindu and proud to be one. I have full faith and belief in the scriptures and the epics that have transcended down through generation. Through my write-up above, I do not intend to malign or belittle in any way the hindu mythological figures as depicted in the mythic. For that matter, I could have picked any other religion/epic to drive my point across. Be it the “Jehad” in Islam or the “Divinity of Jesus” in Christianity; but I choose to cite examples from my very own religion for the sake of not being labelled “communal” by the self-proclaimed “seculars”.

A Man of No Action

Yours truly, is the one I am pointing to. I should be ashamed to say that and very much so I am. But at the same time, I am proud that I realize it and more so am able to ridicule myself. If you have been reading till here, you might have made an opinion about me by now; needless to say it won’t be impressive for a self-proclaimed lazy bump. But No! that’s not what I want to portray me as for the simple fact that I am not lazy, not even anywhere close to it.


Then why do I call myself the way I have? Well, there are reasons for me to be self critical and even more importantly I wonder whether this will serve as enough of impetus for me to ward off my inertia and spring me into action in pursuit of my destination? If it does, then this attempt of self-degradation will do me a ton of good; and I pinning my hopes that it indeed will help in my pursuit. I hope you must have wandered through my previous blog “Ek Akela Is Shehar Mein” and after reading that you must be very much acquainted by the plight I find myself in. Continuing on that, I have planned to break out of the jinx known as "job". Its with no less shame, I have to say that these plans haven't materialized as yet. I guess its gonna take time for these paper giants to transform into actual flesh and blood. Breaking out of these self-imposed restrictions that job (I choose to call it "Slavery") brings alone has ranked very high on my priority list and rightly so. Its a irony though that I choose to execute the tasks in my priority list with a totally screwed up sequence.


I have never been bereft of business plans. Infact, my disliking for my current job profile have been sprouting many plans in my mind. I have been churning my gray matter and coming up with some brilliant ideas (and I say this without the slighest tinge of boasting). I had been looking forward to others whose could identify themselves with me and crank me into motion. My tete-a-tete with the friends sprinkled across the globe help me locate thinkers at same frequencies but they, like me(unfortunately :-( ) seemed to be overpowered by the Newton's first law. Additionally, thanks to my non-dislike to reading, I had read quiet a handful of inspirational books/write-ups which feeds motivational fuel to the fire within. Guess, when these volcano gonna erupt?


But, as slapstick reality beckons me and I still find myself in equally deep(if not deeper) mess, the good old proverb "Action speaks louder than Words" makes its larger than life presence felt. On a positive note, one thing for sure and I seek solace from it for the time being; if at all I don’t know what I want, atleast I know what I don’t want. As a final quote of self assurance, I would like to say... I am just like that little bird who has got enough strength in its wings to set on the flight alone; the apprehension and the fear of fall can hold me back for a while but the flight is inevitable. Ameen!



The Man of the Match…

The man behind the success of IPL is Subhash Chandra. No, it’s not a typo. I indeed mean the IPL or the BCCI backed Indian Premier League. By now you might be wondering whether I am in my senses when I made this statement; but believe me there is a rational mind resting over my shoulders.

Had I said the zee group patriarch was the reason for the failure of IPL; few of you might even have subscribed to my views, now that execution of the entire ICL clubbed together with the exciting and the close-finish matches played had seriously given IPL run for its money. But it is bound to get some raised eye-brows when I name the man-of-the-match of IPL as the Mr. Chandra, whose brain-child is the ICL. And when I name him so, I have reasons to believe that. For me, IPL would not have existed; had not Mr. Chandra conceptualized and successfully executed the so-called rebel league or the ICL.

He must have done it for reasons other than mere upliftment of cricket in the nook and corner of the vast expanse of our motherland as been projected to us; he must have had his vested economic interests in the success of the ICL, but it goes without saying that the true beneficiaries of it have been the virtually unknown or at best not-so-known cricketer who has been slogging day-in and day-out at the Ranji circuit hoping for the India blue-cap which most of the time eludes them. It’s an open secret that denial of lucrative broadcasting rights by BCCI (on technical grounds even when Zee group bided the highest) forced the Zee group to start its own league. They might have started it to cash-in on the enormous moolah that Cricket broadcastings in India comes with but nevertheless the sundry domestic cricketers as well international players in their twilight years are also going to gain from it. Be it Paul Harris of New-Zealand who retired from International Cricket or be in Swapnil Asnodkar (a talented Ranji player from Goa who quiet didn’t make it to the national scene), its just a win-win situation for all regardless to which league they belong to.

Even as, on face-value the IPL seems too be more glamorous with celebrity from different fields owning the teams and the players been virtually sold to them for exorbitant prices; ICL does deserve the credit for it dared to swim in the uncharted waters. They entered the arena where in they didn’t even had the slightest clue of what was there in the offing for them; and needless to say they came up trumps. Not just they conceptualized, organized and executed the tournament to perfection but even scared the richest cricket body in the world to get defensive or at best counter-offensive mode. The very fact that BCCI denied ICL any access to ground and stadium facilities affiliated to them not just showcases how threatened they were feeling; how also exposes their commitment towards development of cricket in India.

As ICL bandwagon kicked and started rolling steadily, sponsors started pouring in huge sums of money considering the value for money their getting in addition to the air time. The economic behemoth that BCCI is, saw this as yet another money-spinning business and jumped to grab yet another chance to fill in their already overflowing coffers. What else does explain the sudden change of mind of the BCCI office-bearers to start a league with T20 matches, when they were very much reluctant to imbibe the 20-20 format in the domestic calendar and even were reluctant to send a full fledged national team for the world T20 world cup? Even the formidable Mr. Lalit Modi, who lately has bestowed himself with the title “Commissioner of IPL” was so much influenced by the ICL that he mistakenly welcomed the guests at the launch of IPL by saying “Welcome to the ‘Indian Cricket League’”.

Such is dynamism of this man, who when denied a rightful place; went on to create his own powerhouse. Indeed, a true man of the match…