Beyond "Hare Krishna ! Hare Rama!"

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"Main khelega" these were the formal first famous words from his mouth,the meaning is simple "I will play" but it was only after people untied the "main khelega" phrase that they realized what he meant. He meant "I will play long,I will play till the end,I will play till it dawns,till it dusks again,till its summer again,till winters come,till game changes,till era changes,till the time this game exists,till the time I have others to play with,till the time 'time' exists, I WILL PLAY". So who is this guy?Did he play that long?Will he play that long? We will find it out in a short while.


Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, thats the name lord Vishnu picked up for His last avatar.This avatar was born on 24th April'73(nineteen silent)to rule the planet from 1989.Like Krishna who had magical powers in His flute,which made men,women,animals,plants,insects,wind,fire,rivers,oceans,mountains go majestically crazy,go nonsensically mad with just single stroke of air on His flute.Sachin has been provided with exactly the same powers,his magical flute is his bat.A single stroke of his bat has the same effect on the country,a leg glance,a cover drive,a paddle sweep,occasional pull,a front foot straight drive,a backfoot push,a scoop over third man,and plenty more such strokes have made the country blind followers of his rhythmic shot making.Arjuna was blessed to be closest to Krishna and receive preachings from Him,Krishna guided Arjuna as a father guides a son. Closest to Sachin to receive preachings has to be his son whose name is Arjun. Another of Vishnu's avatar,lord Rama,was denied the crown for fourteen years,Sachin Tendulkar in spite of ruling the planet for a long time got his ultimate crown(The World Cup) after a long wait,and guess what,it was Lanka again.

Vishnu's avatars have been sent time and again to free the world from evils,evils like Ravana,Kansa,Hirnyakashyap.The country has faced numerous problems,wars,epidemics,politics,terror and many more,but there is one thing that makes the country happy,a small man,wet with sweat, takes off his helmet,raises his bat 120 degrees from the ground and the country is happy(it has happened 99 times till date) and as one of great admirer of Sachin, Harsha Bhogle once said "country sleeps well when Sachin scores well".Another great admirer of Sachin Mr. Amitabh Bachchan once said "The day after Sachin scores a hundred even the cashier at the bank gives you cash with a smile".That has been the impact of the man. I am not going to list out his records,his stroke making,his hundreds,his contribution to the game,to the country,to the world,to our lives because listing it would mean my article becomes a small replica of Srimad Bhagawat Geeta.



Many greats have spoken a lot of him,Mathew Hayden once said the he witnessed God in Sachin,Steve Waugh after loosing a match to India said that they did not loose to a team called India but lost a man called Sachin,I do not even have to mention the famous words of Shane Warne,and then Sunil Gavasker spoke with actions,he bend down infront of a jam packed stadium to touch Sachin's feet and take blessings from him.So when all these greats have said and done so much for Sachin,then what a normal fan like me is talking about?Well I don't know how to achieve salvation,just trying my hand at it.

So what am I going to discuss here?Well what do worshipers in temples do, they chant "Hare Krishna ! Hare Rama!".They just sing on and on,clap non stop and keep singing "Hare Krishna ! Hare Rama!".They stand with their hands up,they dance to the music of this magical spell,they forget every thing else in their lives, all they do is just dance.The same happens at the cricket temples,the stadiums,there too worshipers scream "Sachin Sachin" and dance,and celebrate,and enjoy the magic at display.



India won the world cup this year,after 14n years,(you understand the numbers now,don't you?It couldn't have been just 14 years,because no world cup was played in 1997).Like half of the country I too went out on roads to celebrate this feat.What I witnessed was a carnival,there were boys,men,women,older men and women,children everywhere just screaming and dancing,India were the world champions and there were sounds of "India India" and "Sachin Sachin".It was Diwali time,Lord Ram was back after winning over Lankans,Ayodha erupted in celebrations,people were mad,they were crying,laughing,dancing,singing everywhere.It was the time country had an emotional orgasm.

At the start I mentioned how people concluded that Sachin Tendulkar will play forever."Main khelega" were the words of a 16 year old after being hit by a bouncer on his nose.So how can he be always playing?Can this be true?He still gets out, doesn't he? Well then let me tell you one thing,Sachin Tendulkar never gets out,he refuses to bat again after making a mistake.But then what about playing forever? Here I have another thing to mention,ten out of eleven members of Indian cricket team who play for India have Sachin Tendulkar as there idol,they have grown up looking upto him,they want to play like him,so even if Sachin retires from international cricket,he will still be playing,both in the minds of players and the viewers.It is just like there are no Rama and Krishna but we know that they are present,they are listening,they know when we pray and when we don't,so its the same,Sachin will always be playing.I do not doubt that the "Sachin Sachin"chants will ever go,that every next batsmen will be compared to Sachin,that every shot will be matched with Sachin's,that every hundred will only be x hundred away from Sachin's total hundreds,every run that a batsmen scores will be x runs away from Sachins total runs,that every batsmen will always be far away from Sachin Tendulkar.Sachin will always play...
Today on his birthday I wish to thank Sachin for making my life blissful, for making me believe that the God is within, it depends on how one brings Him out.HAPPY BIRTHDAY SACHIN !

Five Salutes

Protects me,feeds me,loves me,made me wise,
I was in her tummy and now in her eyes,
why to give me life she took so many pains,
perhaps only her inerself explains,
only she could hit me,
only she is allowed to berate,
she makes me feel huge,
she makes me feel great,
and then to give me a brother,
I bend down and salute you my mother.



Protects us,makes us feel the freedom,makes us feel strong,
concludes right out of a war fought on wrong,
baggy greens and chest filled with pride,
they walk with a gun on one
and life on the other side,
as the time runs and I grow older,
I want to keep saluting you oh soldier.



One crack,one hit,one shot,
makes the crowd scream out there throat,
as He walks through the pavillion,
cheers,screams,expectations and even god become His pillion,
one weeps when He gets out,
bowlers appeal and here we shout,
He has made infinite records,
in India and abroad,
every time i see a cricket match,i see him,
every time i see a cricket bat, i see him,
every time i think of god,i see him,
to take everything on your shoulders
without a grin
see weeping me,standing and saluting you oh Sachin!



Moves on,takes it turn by turn,
with all the bruises and the burn,
he keeps walking,he keeps talking,
empathy is what we can share,
his life is what we cannot dare,
sometimes he is without eyes,
sometimes he wants to scream but only cries,
sometimes he wants to lift,
but fails to even shift,
without the limbs or without the hands,
he stands out as a fighter,
smiles and makes things lighter,
with so much around he stays stable,
I salute u oh man, and apologize if referred you as disabled.



You had it, I had it, we all had it,
but now its gone and lost,
our eyes can only cheat,
we act tigers when in fleet,
But no one has it,no one will have it,
its an irreversible process,
its says denied acess,
why with all the attempt and tries,
I can not go back and have it in my eyes,
why do I have to look fool and act wise,
he is sleeping,he shouldnt wake up,
shhhhh I will try to keep it mild,
while I stand and salute the innocence of a child..

GOLS OF LIFE

drop drop drop and dry;
up up up above the sky;
round round round and the 'high';
yes yes yes i am high;
going up up above the sky;
dropping dropping feeling dry!


bubbles bubbles bubbles of stone;
stones are everyhwere they all are stones;
some are sculptures,some are structures;
some are the moons,some are destructors;
pebbles are stones,bricks are stones,
you sir,are a stone.i sir am stoned!


in in in and out;
thats what nirvana is about;
shiva shiva shiva lord shiva;hey shiva,boom shiva;
inside i go,shiva awaits,
who is going out when heavens at the gates.


hey brother,i know you friends with max payne;
come roll a joint,i will make you meet Kurt Cobin;


rain rain pour the rain;
cut the crap,cut the greed;
if rain is blood let it bleed;
please stop things mooving round with speed;
give me some seed,you call it whatever,i call it weed.


trust me you innocent creature;
i borrowed this weed from the nature;
so please remove this frown;
trust me i am fine;
i might be falling;
but aint going down.!!

NO DECIBEL

I sit there looking,tied to my chair;
the sense of madness,urgence through the air;
they come thumping and crawling;
tiny little ants come towards me,growling;


I look around and they are everywhere;
millions and billions of them to attack my chair;
I scream loud and out but nobody is listening;
I scream,I cry,I pray this was not happening;


I wonder how as a child I never feared it then,
but is it my karma or the society that has pooled me in;
thanks my countrymen for sleeping in the day;
because your deaf sleep session is making me fall prey;

the billions just keep multiplying;
watching them come towards me is horrifying;
I am thrown on the floor;
closes down the door;
they crawl up my sleeve;
please please leave,oh please leave,leave,leave
ants are all over me,all I see is red;
my clothes are sheets of ants,I know I am dead;
they move further some enter my nose;
some enter my eyes mouth ear,tightening their claws
I rise,I plead,I am down,I bleed;

Time for tears,time to laugh till i faint;
tears are for pain,laugh is for the saint;
bunch of millions are ready,over and inside my body,
lust in their eyes,curtains me behind,
I go down, I go inclined,
then they bite me together in synch
oh you pain giving lord! I wish u were a flink;

My screams go beyond boundaries;
I keep crying on the floor,
my blood is to acompany me,
till I am alive,till I am not thrown out of the door.



----just like me even u didn realise what happened above,
but these lines through which you managed to escape;
was the description of my rape-------

Sounds of Cheeen-Cheeen

“Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen”………aaah…wow, what a beautiful day today, bright sunshine, clear calm pristine aesthetic blue sky, cool soothing touchy breeze, all makes it worth being a bird. From the top of this banyan branch everything looks green and gorgeous, the transparent river beneath is tempting, fishes inside are chasing each other describing an act of happiness, and to add to the beauty of all, we all are chirping, though in misalignment, though in disagreement, though in different pitches, though in our own scripted notes, but still making the peaceful sounds of “Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen.”
…….“dwhoooommmhff…….” and all of us fly in tandem from our resting branches, we don’t know what this colossal yet privy sound means, but still we react and fly, its as if we are stitched to the occult tyrannies of this loud sound which makes us fly every time…….
We all took off together making rhythmic scenes, and as we were all busy grooming the sky, I saw him, I saw him flying with us on the other side of the flock, I admire him for his divine looks, he is a handsome bird, we have named him Charming, and he is my prince charming, I love him. He knows it too, our small eye-chats are enough (we can’t speak you see, we only make noises, though you can just realize it now, but will soon feel it too) and tonight when we stop at some tree, I will rest in his nest, I will let him know it beyond the eyes, I will make him feel warm, and wonderful…….Amen.
We settled on another green and bushy tree, and I waited for my flock members to put their noses or mandibles inside their feathers and sleep. At the peek time I went to him, we exchanged looks and that was it, it was the signal. He jumped and came close, I jumped and moved further, there was excitement, there was suddenness, and jumping forward went on till there was no room left for further jump, I could hear my heart thumping out of my breast as he opened his feathers completely and stopped my heart in that ‘long by bird standard’ hug. I was inside him, I could feel the warmth, I could feel the protection, I could feel the transition from two to one. Whatever happened further is either impossible to describe or the description is beyond the limits of English alphabet.
After beginning there is end, after war there is peace, after sound there is echo, after night there is day, and after a beautiful night there is a beautiful day. Again I fall victim to limits of English alphabet (and there rearrangements) to let you know what a gem of a morning it was when I saw him sleeping over me, when he saw me noticing him, I wish I could expand the limits and make you believe it, when we woke up next morning, everyone was chirpy and happy, every bird was happy, every leaf, every flower, every dew, every grass, every bush was happily blushing, it wasn’t just us, but looked like the whole world had made out last night.
“…Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen”…… “…… dwhoooommmhff…….” and we all fly from our morning branches. Again in tandem, again grooming the sky, but something was different- Charming and me flew as a couple today, first time on the same side of the flock, first time together, it was a special feeling, we did some naughty stuff, touched each other with feathers and blushed our way ahead. As our flock settled on some another tree, we escaped to a nearby TV tower to have some time in privacy.
On the top of a zigzag labyrinth of iron rods, romancing were a couple, and they were very happy, not just because they were together, but because after zero there is one, after one there is two, and after two there is plenty…yes, you are right, I was pregnant.
“ …… dwhoooommmhff…….” and I flew up but he went down, tumbling, rolling and hitting the iron rods beneath, he fell down, showering the grass red with his blood he was screaming in affliction, he was looking at me lying red on the ground, I saw my flock flying away from a distant tree, my angel was down, my Charming was shot by a gun, my Charming was no more, my Charming was dead. Oh please, oh lord please don’t do it, oh my Charming, how do I help you, how do I even make the sounds of “HELP”, I now, fall victim to the limits of bird sounds, you bloody humans, you can do all, you can even make the “help” sounds, you have all the sounds, you have all the powers, you have all the guns, you even have my Charming now, you have all, still you need us, the speechless creatures, you have all, oh you bloody humans…
With enormous pain, affliction, sorrow, emptiness, disgust, anger and a pair of eggs inside me, I flew to catch my flock. Now I am more than stitched to that tyrant colossal sound, but it’s no more a mystery to me, I know whenever on listening to this sound we fly in tandem with happiness and enthusiasm, one of us looses a mate.
I see my Charming in every human now, not all are hunters but rest use our skin on their skin, they all are murderers. Its not just about birds, its about killing of all animals, when humans forget that animals have life too, they kill for numerous reasons, be it a jacket or a coat, for food, for shoes, for blankets, for sweaters, for decoration pieces, for anything and everything, sometimes for fun, sometimes just like that. No one realizes it when buying a product of that sort, infact they doubt the shopkeeper and ask questions like “is it original leather?” But I know you don’t consume such animal products, you don’t even eat a bird for that sake, you are not the killer, you are a good human being, thank you.......... By the way, nice belt..... How much did it cost you? Some bucks or a Charming?

Left Right Left !

-dedicated to my dearest friend.



Gandhiji k teen Bandar. Don’t see, hear or speak bad. Excuse me, what? what did you just say? “Bad”? Well Mr. Gandhi, I think you died before explaining the word “bad”. If anyone can please define it for me, Yes I hear someone screamed it’s the absence of “good”. Well dude I hope you don’t die before explaining the word “good”. Let us give a little break here and think, can we completely define any of the above terms without using the other? Are these terms mutually dependent? Just like light and darkness, heat and cold, god and evil, win and loose, top and bottom, left and right?

No, I am not accusing Gandhiji of telling us an incomplete story, (I can’t match his vision) or even if I am, is it bad? Or even if it is, are you judging? Or even if you are, do I care? {}

But that is the way we are, as children we were told by our mothers that a “bhoot” or “baba ” will eat us if we don’t behave properly or disturb her, we took it as true (just like we took teen Bandar story as complete). But now we know that no such “bhoot” or “baba” will eat us, we are mature now, or should I say mature enough , because mature is another relative term.

In similar case, we take the people, who attacked our country, as bad people; we take them wrong, or evil. Why? Because we are educated enough (don’t forget ‘enough’) to see what is good and what is bad, we think we got the right education (don’t forget ‘right’) which taught us not to kill anyone, so we are allowed to judge. But education is just like Gandhiji’s half told story, as we forget that if we were also born and brought up in those military camps, we would also be doing the same, we would also be killing people, because we are programmed to believe in “babas” and “bhoots”. Of course ‘bhoots’ and ‘babas’ would change.

But that is the way we think, we believe in absolutism, we don’t even try to filter our thoughts, we choose to run, run against time, never realizing that the only absolute thing we depend upon i.e time, is also relative. Yes, “a second” is not always a second old. We all know it, but never realize it.

Ok it might have gone a little boring (don’t forget ‘little’) and redundant. In short; I don’t want you to discover complexity when witnessing simplicity, I don’t want you to discover sorrow when witnessing happiness, I want you to think why autumn is your favorite weather, I want you to see things from the top, learn how not to judge but to analyze, to see both left and right standing either ways.

I think this story is complete and not half told, or is it? Well, you know what to do {]

The Bomber Man

-thoughts of a suicide bomber before exploding.




My chest is chained and is locked,
I am wearing a jacket which I can’t take off,
I see kids playing in the ground,
I see people traveling in the train,
Please, I will result in huge sounds,
Pull down that chain.

I was a poor man whole my life,
But now I will be rich, or at least my wife,
I have been hired in an army, I am a soldier,
I am huge now, with responsibility on my shoulder,
My first stint is now, I know its my last too,
No I am not afraid, its because I know what I am upto,

I don’t want to do this, I know its not right,
But some rules say “right side is the wrong side”,
So, we choose left to avoid collision,
To my right is collision, to my left is explosion.
Let it be, if you can close your eyes,
I can act being wise.

No one knows about my locked jacket,
No one knows I have trigger in my pocket,
I have just kissed my son goodbye,
Who kept holding my finger, as if giving it a try,
Perhaps with money truth will not stay longer,
Perhaps my son will never know his father was a suicide bomber,
What do I do, I am unable to defend the attacker,
I am nothing, just a “lighter holding cracker”