Friday 25 December 2015

My Passion With The Bat, And The Ball......



This post is written for following prompt.









India’s World Cup victory in 1983 ignited passion for cricket in me. As I watched Kapil Dev taking that legendary catch off Vivian Richards, I vowed that I will one day play the World Cup finals by myself.

This is the story of my passion, lost and found again a few years down the line……



I saw that match,
That wonderful catch,
Which sent Viv Richards out,
In that all important bout…..


I saw him hold the cup,
With flow of champagne and wine,
And got shivers,
Down my spine…


Took out my bat and ball,
In a moment, was joined by my pals


Playing with a rubber ball,
We drew stumps on the wall…..


We played day and night,
With all our will and might…..


I dreamed of holding the bat,
One day, on international mat……


I shall put the pitch on fire,
In Lords, Oval, and Lancashire….


I shall send Imran for a six,
And put Aussies in a fix…….


I shall hold the cup again in hand,
India will rule the 22 yards land….


But when I grew,
It was entirely a different view….


I did well in the game,
Got some name and fame,
I took good catches,
And won a few matches….

“He is good with bat,” the word spread,
But my dad sternly said,
“The pen, and not the bat,
will fetch you your bread”…….


Pen is mightier than the bat, I was told,
And pen was the thing I went on to hold…..


The stumps, bat and ball,
Lay in a corner of hall…..


Then one day…………..


I saw the old stumps,
And got goose bumps……


The bat came to life,
And ball ready for a strife……….


I called up a few old chaps,
Who came wearing white caps…..




The world around me changed,
As the stumps were arranged…….


As I hit the ball,
Over boundary-wall,
I realize, this is something,
Which was my true call…….

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Wednesday 16 December 2015

The Magnificent Vizag Of The East





The God made the land,
The sea and the sand

He created grass frills,
The dessert and the hills

After having done his best,
He decided to take some rest

He wanted to sit and relax,
At a place where pleasure is max

He wanted sea to wash his feet,
While he sat where the earth and sky meet


He wanted breeze to soothe,
While he lays on white sand so smooth


He wanted it not hot nor cold,
A place where the beautiful live with bold

So the God created Vizag……………
A City of Destiny,
A notch above many




He then sat on the hill,
To rest at his will
Where the sea washed his feet,
He basked in the greens so neat



This heavenly place in the east,

Makes every other place look least



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Tuesday 15 December 2015

किस्सों का सौदागर जब Blogland की ओर चला......

The below is a lyrical narrative of my journey towards the Blogland. I have mentioned some of the wonderful blogs and bloggers I discovered during my journey…..

I am sure, as I travel ahead, I will discover many more wonderful blogs............



मैं किस्सों का सौदागर
जब Blogland की ओर चला,
सागर की छाती पर दौड़ा
धरती का आँचल छोड़ चला......♫♬♫♬


छोटी सी एक नाव थी मेरी
जो Mayflower Tree कहलाई,
BlogOcean की लहरों पर
बढ़ती हिचकोले खाई....


Blogland की ओर चला जब,
एक Miracle वहीं मिला तब (1)


एक द्वीप तो ऐसा पाया,
जिसमें थी चित्रों की छाया (2)


चलचित्रों की छवि थी उसमें,
Numerounity लिखा था जिसमे (3)


मैं किस्सों का सौदागर
जब Blogland की ओर चला,
सागर की छाती पर दौड़ा
धरती का आँचल छोड़ चला......♫♬♫♬


छंद, पद्य, कविता के बोल,
सारू की दुनिया थी गोल (4)


लगी नाव जब तट पर जाके,
सब Fashionire की दुनिया में झांकें (5)


घूम के देखा ये जग सारा,
Window Seat से मिला नज़ारा (6)


जब समझी न पैसों की माया,
Jago Investor ने मुझे समझाया (7)


मैं किस्सों का सौदागर
जब Blogland की ओर चला,
सागर की छाती पर दौड़ा
धरती का आँचल छोड़ चला......♫♬♫♬


जब पहुँचा मै पूर्ब किनारे,
छूट गए हँसी के फव्वारे (8)


कमाल किचन के पास जब आया,
टपकी लार और मन ललचाया (9)


जब पहुँचा e-Nidhi के द्वारे,
अजब गज़ब देखीं सब कारें (10)


मैं किस्सों का सौदागर
जब Blogland की ओर चला,
सागर की छाती पर दौड़ा
धरती का आँचल छोड़ चला......♫♬♫♬
 


And there are many more awesome blogs and bloggers I have come across, but can't really write about all of them. Writing a verse is like holding breath under water for me, and I can't do it for more time at one go :)

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(1) The ExplorerOf Miracles by Anita- A truly miraculous blog... one of the first ones I read in blogosphere.

(2) I Share These by Indrani- A kaleidoscope of mesmerizing photographs

(3) Numerounity by Ekta Khetan- For most candid movie reviews

(4) Words by Saru Singhal- The poetry resides here

(5) Fashionoire by Knitha Urs- A fascinating fashion/beauty blog (This one I read out of curiosity, to know what's fashion and beauty? And soon got convinced that these are artforms of highest order)

(6) From MyWindow Seat by Ragini Puri- The Travel Blog

(7) Jago Investor by Manish Chauhan- A personal finance blog I swear by

(8) A-Musing by Purba Ray- A humour blog, or shall I say “The humour blog”

(9) KamalKitchen by Pragati Bidkar- The food blog. Thank goodness, vegetarian now have their bible.

(10) eNidhi India by Shrinidhi Hande- It’s about travel,…. and cars, and cars, and more cars…


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You may like to read a humorous post of mine on the same prompt- HERE

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Saturday 12 December 2015

The Cavemen Inspired Me To Blog......


Blogging is like living and living includes blogging. ‘Live’ and ‘Blog’ both are interesting four letter words, though none of them start with the letter ‘f’. And neither of them is a taboo. Blogging and living both require resolve. Both require you to open-up. You need to open up to to live your life to fullest, and you need to open-up your mind to Blog.


I was inspired to blog by my ancestors.........

....yes, the cavemen of stone age....

Here is how........


Blogging has a history,
The stone-age ‘blogs’ on cave-walls,
Stones, and tree-barks,
are no mystery!

I
                          Blogging in ancient times     
        


This post is written for Indiblogger on following prompt


EDITION EXPIRES IN... [THU 10 PM]

Edition 95

5Days9Hours37Minutes13Seconds






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Friday 13 November 2015

The Lines Which Moved Me!


I was in my middle school when I came across these lines by Robert Frost. A chill went down my spine as I read them......


          Image Courtesy photoshelter.com


     The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

     But I have many promises to keep,

     And miles to go before I sleep.



And I got goosebumps as I  translated these to Hindi...... 

      गहरे और सघन ये वन,

      मुझे निभाने कई वचन,

      इससे पहले कि करूँ शयन,

      है मीलों करना मुझे भ्रमण.  

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This post is written on the prompt provided in Indispire in  Indiblogger

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Monday 26 October 2015

My First Poems!

My First Poem! 

Which I wrote for her.... in my college .......

........just before Holi.......

रंग दूँगा मैं तुझको पूरा
   पर गाल रखूँगा खाली खाली,
मेरे गुलाल से बेहतर है,
तेरे गालों की लाली !





I had dedicated another poem to four beauty icons of my college........


शुक्ल पक्ष में होवै वर्षा,

रजनी में दिखते हैं तारे,

चाहे हीरा हो या नीलम,



ये रत्न हमारे प्यारे-प्यारे।





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Friday 23 October 2015

Erotica @ Bangkok !



I am the last person on earth to cheat on wife. My wife Ananya too could never imagine me, even in her distant dreams, having an affair with anyone except her.

However, a night in Bangkok changed it all.

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I was getting ready for a business trip to Bangkok. I had heard people telling stories about Bangkok with tongue in cheek- about the malls showcasing girls behind the glass shelves etc. etc.

However, I and Ananya were married for more than 15 years by now and I had never broken her trust in me. And she believed that I never will.

How wrong she was about me! And how wrong I was about myself!


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It all happened during that night in Bangkok.  I still do not know how I allowed myself to be seduced and how I lost control over my senses.


It was a lovely evening in slowly turning into night. I was strolling down the road at I noticed a cosy and beautifully lit place by the side of the street. The look and name of the place sounded titilating.


I somehow got drawn towards the shop. Entering inside, I was greeted with friendly smiles eager to serve me. I, however, was intending to have just a look around, convinced that I didn’t really want anything there.


How wrong I was!


Just when I was about to leave the place, I saw her.  A beautiful svelte figure, positioned behind the glass partition.


I felt a kind of attraction I had never felt before. I felt an inexplicable urge to go near her and have a closer look. I thought she too was signaling me to come. I instantaneously got pulled towards her.


Reaching near the glass partition, I stood still looking straight into her. There was just a glass partition between me and her.


My eyes got fixated on her. She was there, sitting in a lovely semi-transparent outfit.


She looked beautiful and inviting.


Her virgin beauty stunned me. Her semi-transparent glass outfit revealed enough for anyone to go out of senses. I could not take my eyes off her.


Enjoying each moment of the sensuous sight she presented, I inched closer. I breathed deeply trying hard to control myself but I knew I won’t be able to restrain far long from having the ultimate union with her.

She was an epitome of beauty and poise! A mound of finely shaved ice, sweetened with rose syrup, enriched with evaporated milk, and decorated with red beans, assorted candid fruits and jelly.




I could no more tolerate the glass partition between me and her. I asked the person at the counter to handover her to me.


I stretched out my arms for her. As the guy was handing her over to me, each and every cell of my body was filled with anticipation and excitement. 


She was looking beautiful in her semi-transparent outfitThe transparency of the glass bowl revealed all her curves. She was irresistible.


I held her in between my palms feeling the tenderness of her skin.


Hormones raging inside me, I could not wait any more. I slowly started to uncover her, removing the top lid first, and then working downwards.


She seemed to look up towards me shyly but lovingly, waiting for me to make the next move.


I looked at her fondly, from top to bottom.  Seen through the semi-transparent bowl, her skin looked as fair as milk. Her swirly shape was made of crushed ice-flakes. Her fairness turned pink towards the top. Her curves were smooth, shapely and natural.  She could make anyone who looked at her, go mad.


Holding her in between my palms, I slowly pulled her towards me. The dim sensuous light of the dining room bounced off her, adding to her beauty.


She was a beauty from top to bottom. Her bottom was a mound of finely shaved ice. Her bosom had a couple of red coloured fruits looking much like cherries.  Towards her top, she was decorated with red beans, peanuts and sweet corn, fresh and inviting.





I touched her with just one finger of mine, feeling the softness of her skin and she was all over my sense. I slowly started running my fingers over her exploring her more. Her flexible and svelte body twitched and turned. The pressure from my fingers left marks on her impressionable skin.


I pulled her closer to me and breathed deep. The natural smell emanating from her entered my senses. Her smell was mostly natural but enhanced a little with help of some sweet smelling syrup.


I could not resist any more. Bringing her closer to my lips, I kissed her, my lips not parting from her for a long time. Holding her firmly in my hands, I started to relish her. First her milky white skin, then the red-fruits, and then the……………..

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I wished I could go on forever………..  . I wished that the night would last forever………..  . I wished that we would never finish………..  .


I had almost reached a climax when the phone rang. Ring-ring, ring-ring………  .


It was Ananya on phone.


“Hi Saket”, she said from the other side of the phone. “Wassup? What were you doing?” she enquired.


“I….. , I  was just making love………, ” I replied, still not in my senses.


For a few moments, there was absolute silence on the other side. Then she yelled through the phone’s speakers, “What? .......... What did you say ?...............With whom?” her voice seething with anger.


“Well, er…, I mean…..,” I fumbled.

Jolted out of my climax, I wasn’t able to gather my words correctly and was mumbling incoherently.


“Saketttt”, said Ananya in a stern voice, “What’s up? You haven’t been in Bangkok for more than a few hours and you started cheating on me?” It seemed she would jump out of the phone and confront me, if she could.


I finally came back to my senses. “Actually, I was just making love with the Pineaapple Ice-cream my most famous dessert,” I said, licking the last few drops of cream from the dish. Then I proceeded to explain what I meant.


“Oh, I see”, said Ananya, sounding relieved. “I knew this”, she chuckled. “I knew you won’t miss me when you are with your pineapple ice-cream”.


Hanging up, I decided to have another romp with Pineapple ice cream and proceeded towards the counter to help myself with another bowl of the heavenly dessert

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This post is written on following prompt provided by Rio in Indispire.

Rio De La Sciocco
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