Young blood in a billion hearts

Breaking News: India T-20 World Champions!

This was the news that awoke a billion Indians, this day last year. We finally felt as champions!
A nation used to loosing in sports & resigned to mediocrity suddenly was spurred on by 11 young individuals led by a fearless captain to the pinnacle of cricketing glory! Beating Pakistan in a World Cup final.

Images of Sreesanth's catch & Misbah's distraught face bought unprecedented joy. Thankfully there's a Mallu in every corner of the world! I can still remember the ecstacy I went through at home watching the match live with friends, screaming & losing our minds with joy. That was a moment of wild celebrations & I wondered if such a moment will ever come in my life!

I can still recollect each of the 6's that Yuvraj belted against England.
The pitch pounding by Sreesanth after taking Hayden's wicket against Australia.
The bowl-out against Pakistan.
Rohit Sharma's last ball 6 against South Africa.

Those images of fearlessness shown by a bunch of young Indians showed us that we can be World
beaters. Thanks guys for bringing the cup home & letting a billion others know what winning is!

Dil Se ...

I choose this Gulzar lyrics to be my 1st blog cos this is how i feel right now. I'm not a good writer & never one to pen my feelings. But this beginning is an attemp to understand my limitations as a writer.

DIL SE

" dil hai to phir dard hoga,
dard hai to dil bhi hoga,
dil se re......"

The preset notions were redefined, Maturity had arrived and along with it came the thought process. The ability to reason & the ability to distinguish. But there are times when the thought process proceeds in just a single direction. These are times, when you see what you wish to see, you believe what you wish to believe. These are times, when the clock is turned back, way back to infantile.

Every love begins as an infatuation. when fuelled with proper resources at the right time, it blossoms into love. Or else, some tend to be casual flirtations, some crazy antics of adolescence. some dreams get transformed into reality, some don't.

History records tragedy as an abrupt end to a young infatuated dream. The fire burns bright, the passion's red, only to be subdued by rather cruel chance or fate. You tend to think and realise that this was actually the way it was supposed to happen and did happen, cos one cant fight fate. You wish your heart could think that way. Perhaps, it's this absurd connection between the heart and the brain which makes man such a complex creature.
To fall in love is not a Sin.
It's when,
Just a smile could send your heartbeats soaring to the highest audible levels,
Just a look could motivate you to your best behaviour, over and over again.
Just a touch could trigger off unknown feelings of togetherness in your system,
You know you're in love
Even desire which is so inherently explosive in man remains a mute spectator when tainted with love, or in earlier stages, infatuation.
Wish and realities would'nt be so harsh and perhaps fantasies would assume command atleast once. Wish the faintest hint would drill the greatest thought. But then, this in reality is nothing but the easiest way of decieving oneself for what a man wishes he generally believes it to be true.
What actually begins as an impression turns into an obsession. What begins as an obsession turns into a possession.

Every disappointed, every sadness, every remembrance will be healed by time. but still, the pain will linger on.
" For the heart has its reasons, the mind knows nothing of ".