dnt know what to name it....

kal raat kuch thand si thi,
mai apni yaaadon se lipta so raha tha.
achanak ek garm si ahat ne chaunka diya,
uth k dekha to gaalon k sire pe ek boond thi paani ki.

february ki wo dhalti thand ki ik raat yaad aa gai.
tab bhi aise he achaanak chaunk k uth gaya tha mai,
wo boond abhi uski palkon me he kaid thi.
maine jab poocha k kya hua,
to usne apne labon ko mere hothon pe rakh diya
us raat usne, mujhe hamesha k liye apna bana liya aur
khud mujhse hamesha k liye juda ho gayi.

un palkon ki giraft se nikal k wo moti aaj meri galon pe aa thehra
us raat ki tarah aaj bhi mai so naa paaya....

Ik Nakaamyaab koshish.....

Kal socha dafn kardu sab kuch
Har ek shae jo yaad dilate hai teri
Shayad nijaad mil jaye kuch is ghutan se

Almari kholi aur bikhri yaadein batorna chalu kiya
Ik card jo tune apne hath se banake bheja tha
Khola to ab bhi usme teri mehak basi hui thi
Kuch paani ki boondo ke nishaan they uspe,
Maano tune bheege baalon se wo moti mere liye bheje ho
Jo phool piroya tha tune aur jo usme likha tha
Sab kitna praya sa lag raha tha
Maano mera koi haq na ho uspe.

Meri apni diary k kuch panne
Jinme tere hone ka ehsaas mehsoos hota tha
Kuch khaas dino ki yaadein
Jinhe mai ta umr sanjo ke rakhna chahta tha
Ek jhatke me alag kar diye

Sab ko juta kar jab apne saamne rakha
To ehsaas hua
Ye cheezein to dafna dunga aaj,
par un yaadon ka kya
Jo zehan me bas chuki hain meri.
Jaise thand me aag sekte hue,
Dhuein ki khusbu bas jaati hai hathon me

Wo aag jo sukoon deti hai, jala bhi deti hai kabhi kabhi.
Ye yaadein bhi kuch aisa he kar rahi hai mere sath.

Fir sabko samho kar, ek lifafe me daala aur kaid kar diya draaj me
Ek din inko yadon k sath he dafnaunga.

Corridor Cricket

I joined the college hostel in 6th semester. It was winters and we got the top floor in A Hostel. No block was left with 5 rooms together. We were around 6 people who wanted to stay together. Our other classmates were in another block. So me, Nandi, Manu, Chotu, Dua and Walia came to stay in Block D.

First night we shifted by around night 9. Manu and Nandi were about to stay in one room so we shifted one bed and that took us this long. Well it was never too late to start at the new place. A chair was brought out and with bat and a tennis ball. We started with one of our favorite time pass activities throughout our engineering, “Corridor Cricket”. There were 7 rooms in that block, out of which we occupied 5 and 2 rooms were with some guys from civil department.

The game was simple, just like cricket apart from the fact that we had to bowl without rotating our arms, one tip out and runs only on the off side. Every stop was counted a run and the far end of the corridor was the boundary. Direct hit on the wall at leg side was out, and so was if the ball went down. We have played this for all the last 2 years of our engineering. I still remember the exam time when everyone used to have notebooks in hand, roaming around studying. Nandi used to take out the bat and I had the ball in hand. We used to start with a little hit here hit there. Soon after chotu used to come out saying “saalo tum padhne nahi doge” and used to join us. Now the chair used to come out and we 3 started to play. Manu would try hard to study and not get distracted but he was never able to hold for long. Soon we would form a team clubbing in Malhotra, Dua, sometimes Jagi and Gaurav. Sometimes jaini and Seth used to join too. Played till we were tired and someone would realize that we haven’t finished our syllabus with just few hours for the exam.

Chotu batted well but used to do a lot of showoff, Manu was a cool customer, a good batsman and a good bowler. I was ok type, used to bat in need but I would say I was good with the ball. Walia was a genuine player but for this form of cricket he wasn’t up to the mark. Nandi was a wall, seriously, not that he batted for long cause he played good but cause he was so big that he used to stop every ball moving towards the stump with his legs or his bum. Malhotra ji and jagi used to come for time pass as they got tensed for the syllabus before anyone else. Dua was a good baller when it came to rotating the arm, but here he too missed the nick.

I still remember, the very first morning in D block, we saw the two civil students leaving the rooms cause of us. There have been many whom we have annoyed with our skills.

Gods Display on Sunday 7th June 2009 in Paris

Mortals are many and GOD is one. Roger Federer proved this on Sunday afternoon when he mauled Soderling in the French Open Finals at Rolland Garros within 30 games and 3 straight sets. The GOD of tennis proved that the rest are mere mortals.

Some do argue that cause Nadal was not there so he won. Well I’ll say there can be times when a Demi-god (Nadal) can win over a God, but its not everyday. The very player who made Nadal come on his knees, was turned into a minnow. The mere aura of Roger was enough to make Soderling bow in front of him and hand over the match with both hands. With 41 winners (including 16 aces) against the 24 by Soderling, the swiss was in top form. Though the second set saw a row of unforced errors, but those were not enough to deprive him off his 59th career title.

On Sunday he showed what he is and how he dominates the world of lawn Tennis. There is no player as great as RF and no one can ever be. After being tabooed with small slam for 4 years, he got himself a career grand slam. He joined the elite list of only 5 men in the history of the game to win all 4 grand slams. The feat that even greats like Bjorn Borg, John McEnroe, Pete Sampras were deprived of.

RF is truly a GOD and rest all are mere mortals and for Nadal fans he’ll again prove it in the coming Wimbledon.