Lying on the sand, looking at the skies
the waves of the ocean tickling my thighs
crescent moon lying in the middle of the stars
descending to kiss me in the late night hours
the calm of the night, the kiss of the breeze
the dance of the stems of the mahogany trees
the beauty on earth and the wonders above
fill my heart to the brim with love
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Raindrops
Raindrops raindrops falling from the heavens
pearls of the blue sky splashing on the ovens
Flirting with the flowers, dirtying the towers
pouring on the covers, engaging the lovers
the showers of the heaven hit the tins of the town
the winds of the ocean broke the silence of the noon
pearls of the blue sky splashing on the ovens
Flirting with the flowers, dirtying the towers
pouring on the covers, engaging the lovers
the showers of the heaven hit the tins of the town
the winds of the ocean broke the silence of the noon
Life's Lessons
Life taught me lessons
when I least wanted them
the more I sought the riches
the poorer I became
Never was I loved
by the angels of my past
to the demons had I bowed
to get the pride lost
Curt was the voice
the intent was to hurt
my heart stupid coward
had to deal with the dirt
the tears dried on my cheeks
the feelings emptied out
my fears reached their peaks
I was totally worn out
What ensued was peace
and a lot of earthly warmth
as I was brought to my knees
my mind lost its charms
Freed was my soul
from the vanities it owned
greed was the sinner
that got itself stoned
when I least wanted them
the more I sought the riches
the poorer I became
Never was I loved
by the angels of my past
to the demons had I bowed
to get the pride lost
Curt was the voice
the intent was to hurt
my heart stupid coward
had to deal with the dirt
the tears dried on my cheeks
the feelings emptied out
my fears reached their peaks
I was totally worn out
What ensued was peace
and a lot of earthly warmth
as I was brought to my knees
my mind lost its charms
Freed was my soul
from the vanities it owned
greed was the sinner
that got itself stoned
Saturday, November 01, 2008
BallHomes
Hi,
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I came across this website - http://www.ballhomes.com/. As a marketing enthusiast, I liked one particular point on this website. The fact that they avoid the shifting of home twice is what I find most attractive. When you study marketing you are told that the more the value you provide to the customer, the more will be customer satisfaction. http://www.ballhomes.com/ handles the responsibility of selling your old home and will help you close the negotiation on the same day you purchase your new Ball Home. Another interesting point is the fact that http://www.ballhomes.com/ concentrates on only one state - Kentucky. It is debatable whether such restriction might halt the future growth of the company. But, concentrating on one particular locality will definitely help the company provide better service to its customers.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Streetwalker
I was walking down the road
in a strange mood, bored
as cars honked 'Pom pom'
I followed no norm
I was irking everyone
blocking every turn
I laughed my heart out
I heeded no shout
I was tickling my inside
not letting a happy ride
I made them stand by
and jus killed their joy
I jus like to have fun
you seem to be the wrong one
honking shouting crying
I'll be this till I am dying... ha ha ha....
in a strange mood, bored
as cars honked 'Pom pom'
I followed no norm
I was irking everyone
blocking every turn
I laughed my heart out
I heeded no shout
I was tickling my inside
not letting a happy ride
I made them stand by
and jus killed their joy
I jus like to have fun
you seem to be the wrong one
honking shouting crying
I'll be this till I am dying... ha ha ha....
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Rat Race
I cry every day over my fate
that has not given me
the fame of the winner
the money of the sinner
the respect a legend claims
the attention a champion gets
There were moments in my life
when they did touch me
as I tried to grab them
they escaped from my grip
like thin air
those moments still remain
in my memory
Can I get back there?
Do I need to? Has
my purpose changed?
Have I changed?
GOD gives me no answers
the questions prick my conscience
that delves on the guilt
built over the remains
of the confusion
over the minutes wasted
HE shows me the sufferings
of the world and tells me
from inside -
"They are my children too,
they too deserve the bread you eat
they too need the clothes"
As the words prick my conscience
and I suffer from guilt
built over my helplessness
the legs that can move
the hands that can touch
the eyes that can shed tears
are bound by the jealousy
the peer pressure that pushes me
to mount the everest never reached
and wave to the crowd
as the brethren who needed my attention
bury deep in misery
Blessed are those
who found a way out
out of the rat race
the stinking stupid despicable hunt
to build castles
over the remains of the needy
that has not given me
the fame of the winner
the money of the sinner
the respect a legend claims
the attention a champion gets
There were moments in my life
when they did touch me
as I tried to grab them
they escaped from my grip
like thin air
those moments still remain
in my memory
Can I get back there?
Do I need to? Has
my purpose changed?
Have I changed?
GOD gives me no answers
the questions prick my conscience
that delves on the guilt
built over the remains
of the confusion
over the minutes wasted
HE shows me the sufferings
of the world and tells me
from inside -
"They are my children too,
they too deserve the bread you eat
they too need the clothes"
As the words prick my conscience
and I suffer from guilt
built over my helplessness
the legs that can move
the hands that can touch
the eyes that can shed tears
are bound by the jealousy
the peer pressure that pushes me
to mount the everest never reached
and wave to the crowd
as the brethren who needed my attention
bury deep in misery
Blessed are those
who found a way out
out of the rat race
the stinking stupid despicable hunt
to build castles
over the remains of the needy
An Attempt
Lost in the pace of life
mourning over someone else's gain
jealous to the core
wearing the mask of competitiveness
I kill the world
unaware of the harm I do
the cars I buy
the hours I ride
I lost my love for the air
the air that lets me live
I pollute it
and throw the blame
on to the government
that runs politics politically
onto the corporate
that runs its business
what am I doing?
dying a martyr's death?
or living a coward's life?
where lies the solution?
At the policy level?
Or at the grass roots level?
the solution lies with us
with each one of us
live we should our ideals
at least a few of them
and spread the word
to those who listen
world is not dead
until there is love
and care and compassion
until there are people
who die to let others live
people who spread cheer
who spread the message
that believes in the belief
that life lies beyond the lies we live
mourning over someone else's gain
jealous to the core
wearing the mask of competitiveness
I kill the world
unaware of the harm I do
the cars I buy
the hours I ride
I lost my love for the air
the air that lets me live
I pollute it
and throw the blame
on to the government
that runs politics politically
onto the corporate
that runs its business
what am I doing?
dying a martyr's death?
or living a coward's life?
where lies the solution?
At the policy level?
Or at the grass roots level?
the solution lies with us
with each one of us
live we should our ideals
at least a few of them
and spread the word
to those who listen
world is not dead
until there is love
and care and compassion
until there are people
who die to let others live
people who spread cheer
who spread the message
that believes in the belief
that life lies beyond the lies we live
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Never Blind
Never blind I was in my heart
never was I crippled in my thought
My eyes can't see, my heart sure can
feel the nature and its beauty hidden
Sing I can with my heart divine
the song written by my purest mind
Pure you should be deep within
live not blind with your eyes open
never was I crippled in my thought
My eyes can't see, my heart sure can
feel the nature and its beauty hidden
Sing I can with my heart divine
the song written by my purest mind
Pure you should be deep within
live not blind with your eyes open
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Soul Transcended
He said to the Guru '
I confess I sinned
I lied to the world
I misbehaved with children
I raped females
I killed people
I ate the flesh
I sought pleasures despicable
I deserve to be punished
to be cut to pieces
by the sword of God
I deserve to be humiliated
beaten out of breath
stoned till death
Hey Guru! The disciple of God
Bestow upon my head thy sacred foot
and crush me beneath the sand
send me to the hell I deserve'
The Guru spoke 'I bow to thee
pure soul is thine
that accepts with utter humility
the sins it committed
the material life it lived
the meaningless material life it has given up
the soul that has ascended
the highest summit surmountable
that has placed itself to sacrifice
in repentance of the sins committed
past is the life lived
All I can do is bow in front of thee
forgive I can't the divine present in you
blessed is thy soul transcended'
I confess I sinned
I lied to the world
I misbehaved with children
I raped females
I killed people
I ate the flesh
I sought pleasures despicable
I deserve to be punished
to be cut to pieces
by the sword of God
I deserve to be humiliated
beaten out of breath
stoned till death
Hey Guru! The disciple of God
Bestow upon my head thy sacred foot
and crush me beneath the sand
send me to the hell I deserve'
The Guru spoke 'I bow to thee
pure soul is thine
that accepts with utter humility
the sins it committed
the material life it lived
the meaningless material life it has given up
the soul that has ascended
the highest summit surmountable
that has placed itself to sacrifice
in repentance of the sins committed
past is the life lived
All I can do is bow in front of thee
forgive I can't the divine present in you
blessed is thy soul transcended'
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Meditation
All my life I asked myself
what is the purpose of life
should I have a goal to attain
to reach the unreachable summit
to save the planet from forces evil
to spread His message among people
why should I live?
to rearrange the pieces on the planet
and build a palace of dreams?
to heal people? to serve them
to give them a helping hand in the hour of need?
Is this why I am born?
All these create commotion in me
they agitate me they make me want to shout
they make me want to cry out loud
I wish to sit in silence and help myself
I wish to help myself fight out the commotion
the agitation - the wish to cry out loud
I wish to sit in peace under the tree
of enlightenment and relax to prepare myself
for another war that needs to be waged
the war is what is the purpose of life
that is what the world makes me think
as I relax and meditate, I give up thoughts
I give up desire - the commotion
the agitation caused by attachment
to that which never belonged to me
I gave up the purpose that never was one
I sat in silence under the bodhi vriksha
seeking in silence, in deep contemplation
the true purpose that made life meaningful
as I searched for the meaning of the meaning
enlightenment dawned upon me
the path is the destiny
the silence the end of the war
was never the means to wage the war
the war you fight to attain peace
should die the suffering should end
the deepest of your self belongs to none
you are not the shallow you
that sees with eyes, lusts for the skin
that finds happiness in dollars
the depth is deeper
yet to be explored, to be explored by you
the ocean of joy is there for you to swim
the contentment in sacrifice
the freedom in commitment
are all yours - the qualities divine
what is the purpose of life
should I have a goal to attain
to reach the unreachable summit
to save the planet from forces evil
to spread His message among people
why should I live?
to rearrange the pieces on the planet
and build a palace of dreams?
to heal people? to serve them
to give them a helping hand in the hour of need?
Is this why I am born?
All these create commotion in me
they agitate me they make me want to shout
they make me want to cry out loud
I wish to sit in silence and help myself
I wish to help myself fight out the commotion
the agitation - the wish to cry out loud
I wish to sit in peace under the tree
of enlightenment and relax to prepare myself
for another war that needs to be waged
the war is what is the purpose of life
that is what the world makes me think
as I relax and meditate, I give up thoughts
I give up desire - the commotion
the agitation caused by attachment
to that which never belonged to me
I gave up the purpose that never was one
I sat in silence under the bodhi vriksha
seeking in silence, in deep contemplation
the true purpose that made life meaningful
as I searched for the meaning of the meaning
enlightenment dawned upon me
the path is the destiny
the silence the end of the war
was never the means to wage the war
the war you fight to attain peace
should die the suffering should end
the deepest of your self belongs to none
you are not the shallow you
that sees with eyes, lusts for the skin
that finds happiness in dollars
the depth is deeper
yet to be explored, to be explored by you
the ocean of joy is there for you to swim
the contentment in sacrifice
the freedom in commitment
are all yours - the qualities divine
Life ends
Silence so gross
violence in the eyes
breath sharp biting
thoughts ignited
feelings suppressed
yet silently expressed
expressed the best
as air filled the chest
lips closed n dry
nose sharp n pointed
forehead scarred
ears fuming red hot
hands trembling
ready to kill
with authority
he sucks in air
looks up with rage
tongue dances
and with a striking force
lashes the whip
life ends
violence in the eyes
breath sharp biting
thoughts ignited
feelings suppressed
yet silently expressed
expressed the best
as air filled the chest
lips closed n dry
nose sharp n pointed
forehead scarred
ears fuming red hot
hands trembling
ready to kill
with authority
he sucks in air
looks up with rage
tongue dances
and with a striking force
lashes the whip
life ends
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Open up
Open up, tell me the truths
tell me the lies you lied
tell me the life you lived
I wanna see, I wanna hear
I wanna feel the feelings you feel
that you do not reveal
Tell me the moments that made you live
live life to the fullest measure
to the measure unmeasurable
reveal thyself, reveal thy heart
reveal the heart inside thy heart
tear open thy wounds
wounds that kept you wound
that never let you open
that never let you sleep
let them rest, speak up
Open up the windows
the windows that have bound you
the windows tight that make you stink within
open them, let the fresh air in
it won't choke you, it won't kill you
it will heal you and it will fill you
unlock yourself, unwind yourself
a hearty smile is what you need
do not hold tight
to the dearest of your secrets
uncover them, reveal them
and celebrate the happiness the joy
of living naked
tell me the lies you lied
tell me the life you lived
I wanna see, I wanna hear
I wanna feel the feelings you feel
that you do not reveal
Tell me the moments that made you live
live life to the fullest measure
to the measure unmeasurable
reveal thyself, reveal thy heart
reveal the heart inside thy heart
tear open thy wounds
wounds that kept you wound
that never let you open
that never let you sleep
let them rest, speak up
Open up the windows
the windows that have bound you
the windows tight that make you stink within
open them, let the fresh air in
it won't choke you, it won't kill you
it will heal you and it will fill you
unlock yourself, unwind yourself
a hearty smile is what you need
do not hold tight
to the dearest of your secrets
uncover them, reveal them
and celebrate the happiness the joy
of living naked
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Srini Quotes
There is no end to love
there is no beginning
when did your Mom start loving you
when will she stop
what ends is not love
what starts is not love
love is eternal
You always had love
You live in love, you die in love
What you call love is just a game
A game of infatuation
A game of egoes
Love is what you are
Love is your very nature
there is no beginning
when did your Mom start loving you
when will she stop
what ends is not love
what starts is not love
love is eternal
You always had love
You live in love, you die in love
What you call love is just a game
A game of infatuation
A game of egoes
Love is what you are
Love is your very nature
Friday, March 21, 2008
Anger
They hit me, they kicked me
they stripped me, they humiliated me
the rage inside me was seething
as I kept breathing
the anger, the suppressed repressed emotion
aiming to burn them to ashes
it burnt my feelings
my feelings of affection and love
to my fellow beings
the respect I show
the joy I experience
when I feel at home
with people
kith and kin
my brethren
was burning
hatred crept in
it throve on the fire
burnt them-the feelings I attach to them
in me, within me
it burnt my insides
it burnt me
in the past I lived
hating them-the feelings I attach to them
as moments passed
when I realised
I realised my love for them
despite their cruelty
the innocent cruelty
the babies in them
that hit me, kicked me
stripped me
the babies that found joy
in the silliness of it all
the baby in me
that burnt them-the feelings I attach to them
within me
the feelings so sacred, so divine
the memory of the feelings remained
the feelings remained
deep within my soul
feelings that say
I love them the innocent ones
they stripped me, they humiliated me
the rage inside me was seething
as I kept breathing
the anger, the suppressed repressed emotion
aiming to burn them to ashes
it burnt my feelings
my feelings of affection and love
to my fellow beings
the respect I show
the joy I experience
when I feel at home
with people
kith and kin
my brethren
was burning
hatred crept in
it throve on the fire
burnt them-the feelings I attach to them
in me, within me
it burnt my insides
it burnt me
in the past I lived
hating them-the feelings I attach to them
as moments passed
when I realised
I realised my love for them
despite their cruelty
the innocent cruelty
the babies in them
that hit me, kicked me
stripped me
the babies that found joy
in the silliness of it all
the baby in me
that burnt them-the feelings I attach to them
within me
the feelings so sacred, so divine
the memory of the feelings remained
the feelings remained
deep within my soul
feelings that say
I love them the innocent ones
Monday, March 17, 2008
Who Am I
Am I the body
the hands and limbs
moving randomly
Am I the act of a playwright
Am I the script
that is neatly woven
with the thread of emotions
by the needle of memories
Am I a part of the play
the play that maketh life
Am I the audience
the eye
that sees that hears
that experiences fully
every twist and turn of the play
Am I the spark behind the eye
that glows when it meets the eye
Am I the mirror
nature has created for itself
to reveal itself
to itself
Am I the mindless explorer
exploring himself
Am I the thoughts that maketh the mind
the mind of the explorer
Am I the abstract
the answer to all the questions
Am I the question itself
the question that seeks an answer
but needs no answer
that knows but shies
that knows what it doesn't know
Am I the mystery that hides it all
and smiles in ecstasy
Am I the love
the love that smiles
the love that hides
from the explorer
the innocent one
who reserves his smiles
in search of the truth
and travels miles
as the truth smiles
the hands and limbs
moving randomly
Am I the act of a playwright
Am I the script
that is neatly woven
with the thread of emotions
by the needle of memories
Am I a part of the play
the play that maketh life
Am I the audience
the eye
that sees that hears
that experiences fully
every twist and turn of the play
Am I the spark behind the eye
that glows when it meets the eye
Am I the mirror
nature has created for itself
to reveal itself
to itself
Am I the mindless explorer
exploring himself
Am I the thoughts that maketh the mind
the mind of the explorer
Am I the abstract
the answer to all the questions
Am I the question itself
the question that seeks an answer
but needs no answer
that knows but shies
that knows what it doesn't know
Am I the mystery that hides it all
and smiles in ecstasy
Am I the love
the love that smiles
the love that hides
from the explorer
the innocent one
who reserves his smiles
in search of the truth
and travels miles
as the truth smiles
Colorful dream
Eyes closed I was
Middle of the night, the light was off
the show began
colours sprang in my thoughts
dull was the day life
filled with strife
my soul came alive
saw the drama
the drama of life
as it never was lived
but can only be dreamed
in the dream
dream uncolored by the reality
the reality that fails to recognise
to recognise what is real
that fails to see with eyes open
that fails to hear
the deafening silence
silence that is deafening
the license
to open up, to forget self
to jump
to sing and dance
to soak itself
in the colors
the colors that fill my dreams
dream I will
the colorful dream
Middle of the night, the light was off
the show began
colours sprang in my thoughts
dull was the day life
filled with strife
my soul came alive
saw the drama
the drama of life
as it never was lived
but can only be dreamed
in the dream
dream uncolored by the reality
the reality that fails to recognise
to recognise what is real
that fails to see with eyes open
that fails to hear
the deafening silence
silence that is deafening
the license
to open up, to forget self
to jump
to sing and dance
to soak itself
in the colors
the colors that fill my dreams
dream I will
the colorful dream
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
You... filthy...
Hey you, the cool dude in a pair of jeans
the dude who likes to win by all means
Drugged by comforts, intoxicated with desire
wearing the wrinkled ugly despicable smile
Stop the nonsense, enough of your bullshit
walk straight you horrible culprit
Look into the mirror, you will vomit on it
what have you made of the God's gift
Don't talk about politics you never did vote
the bastards that rule us, are better than you whore
Listen to shit music, if you can't sing, fake
our culture and values are not your cake
Squeeze your brains, dung is what will come out
Shut your mouth, you lost your right to shout
Stop pestering people to get the stupid H1B
Listen to the inner voice, be what you wanna be
What have you done to the society that put up with you
that gave you the education that you very gladly chew
Hitting the keyboard is all you have learnt
All the degrees you got, they better be burnt
Do something good, come out of your dirty sleep
Offer your shoulders to the eyes that weep
Be a hero and make your mom proud
Stand up on your feet above the crowd
Make a difference, break the barriers
Turn the lazy bums into great warriors
Like a warrior, go fight for peace
to the umpteen slaves, bring justice
Only then can you ask God for favours
when you have given up all that is yours
the dude who likes to win by all means
Drugged by comforts, intoxicated with desire
wearing the wrinkled ugly despicable smile
Stop the nonsense, enough of your bullshit
walk straight you horrible culprit
Look into the mirror, you will vomit on it
what have you made of the God's gift
Don't talk about politics you never did vote
the bastards that rule us, are better than you whore
Listen to shit music, if you can't sing, fake
our culture and values are not your cake
Squeeze your brains, dung is what will come out
Shut your mouth, you lost your right to shout
Stop pestering people to get the stupid H1B
Listen to the inner voice, be what you wanna be
What have you done to the society that put up with you
that gave you the education that you very gladly chew
Hitting the keyboard is all you have learnt
All the degrees you got, they better be burnt
Do something good, come out of your dirty sleep
Offer your shoulders to the eyes that weep
Be a hero and make your mom proud
Stand up on your feet above the crowd
Make a difference, break the barriers
Turn the lazy bums into great warriors
Like a warrior, go fight for peace
to the umpteen slaves, bring justice
Only then can you ask God for favours
when you have given up all that is yours
A song to you!
Hey stranger, another one with two beautiful eyes
I wanna say to you something extremely nice
Has anyone ever sung you a beautiful song
A song that never finds you ever wrong
A song that loves you as you are as you wanna be
that shows you life the way your eyes wanna see
the way your ears wanna hear, your heart wanna feel
the way you wanted it ever itself to reveal
A song that loves you, loves all about you
a song that bows in front of the divine you
A song that makes you wanna smile from deep within
that makes you forget the sorrow that has crept in
Pay for the song with that innocent smile on your eyes
God's gift it is that never does a harm, that knows no vice
If you ever were to cry, listen to this beautiful song
to you and only to you, do I belong
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Obama-mania
Hi,
If you know a little bit of me, you would know who I would support for the presidential contest that is going on in US. Of course, the gigantic, the fearless, the charismatic, the one and only Barack Obama. Read the entire story on this link http://www.guardian.co.uk/uselections08/barackobama/story/0,,2066992,00.html . I had watched the video on youtube (don't have the link but you can easily get it if you type in Obama 2004 democratic party convention). He is ammmmazzzing, I never saw anyone spreading the message of hope so effectively as Obama. Most of his speeches are marked with the ecstasy of the crowds marked by some radical statements made by Obama.
Although his appeal for 'United States of America' is very USA specific, somehow I feel the entire world senses a lot of hope with his arrival into the US political arena. I really do not know the nitty gritties involved in the US primary elections, caucuses, etc, but I know he does have a strong contender in the name of Hillary Clinton. Any other day, when a name like Obama had not become this popular, Hillary would have been a sure-shot candidate for the US presidentship. But I am sure America would not want to lose out on the charismatic leadership of Obama and would probably reserve the next tenure for Hillary.
If you know a little bit of me, you would know who I would support for the presidential contest that is going on in US. Of course, the gigantic, the fearless, the charismatic, the one and only Barack Obama. Read the entire story on this link http://www.guardian.co.uk/uselections08/barackobama/story/0,,2066992,00.html . I had watched the video on youtube (don't have the link but you can easily get it if you type in Obama 2004 democratic party convention). He is ammmmazzzing, I never saw anyone spreading the message of hope so effectively as Obama. Most of his speeches are marked with the ecstasy of the crowds marked by some radical statements made by Obama.
Although his appeal for 'United States of America' is very USA specific, somehow I feel the entire world senses a lot of hope with his arrival into the US political arena. I really do not know the nitty gritties involved in the US primary elections, caucuses, etc, but I know he does have a strong contender in the name of Hillary Clinton. Any other day, when a name like Obama had not become this popular, Hillary would have been a sure-shot candidate for the US presidentship. But I am sure America would not want to lose out on the charismatic leadership of Obama and would probably reserve the next tenure for Hillary.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Surface Computing
Hi,
This video gives a very good overview of surface computing. Why don't you watch it and let me know your views.
This video gives a very good overview of surface computing. Why don't you watch it and let me know your views.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Why I became a fan of Kumble
Unfortunately, these days, when someone apologises, it is seen as either a sign of weakness or an admission of guilt. I am neither unnerved nor are we guilty. In the larger interests of the game, if an apology could help build bridges and smooth things over, then it is better made than left unsaid because of egos.
-- Anil Kumble
Only one team was playing in the spirit of the game
-- Anil Kumble
Hi,
If you are not one of those who gives your flesh to watch a cricket match played by India (I am one of those), you might not have noticed the great controversy that is happening in Australia after Australia's 16th consecutive win under 'cry baby' Ponting's captaincy.
It all started on day one of the test match when Indians' appeal was turned down after Symonds clearly edged a ball to Dhoni. Symonds who was on 30 that time went on to make 162 which just turned the match in Australia's favour. To add to umpire Bucknor's woes, Symonds agreed in a post-match interview that he actualy had nicked that ball.
http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,23000142-11088,00.html
Day 2 and 3 produced some high quality cricket with Australian fight back followed by an Indian classy reply. The centuries made by Laxman and Sachin in this match will still be remembered for long despite the controversy the match has caused.
And then, Ponting did something silly. Infact it was Symonds who was silly. He went to Harbhajan and was visibly sledging him and goading him to respond. Once Harbhajan responded, he turned to Ponting who in turn reported to umpires of Harbhajan's racially insulting comment. This was unacceptable to any cricket lover, because everyone knows how much Australians sledge their opponents and 'mentally disintegrate' them - in Steve Waugh's words. Their reaction to Bhajji's comment only shows how mentally fragile they themselves are and their sportsmanship.
And on day 5, when India started batting to turn the match into a draw (India had all the chance in the world to even win the match had the umpires not given some real bad decisions over the first 4 days of the match), things started getting worse. Before the series began, Ricky Punter Ponting had made a deal with the Indian captain Kumble that whenever there was a doubt whether a catch was cleanly taken by a fielder, both captains should agree to go by the fielder's word. He had done a 'magnanimous' act on day 2 of the match when he had claimed he had not collected clean an edge given by Dravid. But on day 5, when it was so crucial for India to stay on, he and his teammates made a mockery of the spirit of cricket by claiming catches some of which were clearly grounded. The umpires who had ultimate respect for the Australian sporting spirit fell into the great Australian psychological trap and judged the Indian batsmen out (2 crucial wickets of Dravid and Ganguly fell that way) and India was already cheated by the hosts. The fact that Clarke the person who cheated the most took 3 wickets in the penultimate over to finish off the match in Australian favour only rubbed salt in the wounds for Indians.
http://cricket.indiatimes.com/Aussies_are_true_masters_of_appeal_management/articleshow/2684508.cms
The post match euphoria started after the Indian catain Kumble stated in the press conference that 'Only one team played in the spirit of the game'. The calm and composed but yet unyielding manner in which he responded touched the hearts of many a cricket fan. The fact that there was more reaction amongst the Australian cricket fraternity and fans than expected only shows the evidence.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/dominionpost/4349193a6488.html
http://www.rediff.com/cricket/2008/jan/07roebuck.htm
If you thought it ended there, you are mistaken. The charge that was made against Bhajji was upheld by the match referee and he was banned for 3 matches post the match. There was no wonder the Indians felt cheated and BCCI responded in a really tough manner. I can't help but appreciate BCCI's stand during this entire drama. They have insisted on backing Harbhajan and are willing to pull the team out of the tour if the charges against him are not withdrawn. They even managed to get umpire Bucknor removed from the next test match (Although some will argue this was not correct, I as a cricket fan see nothing wrong in the decision taken by the ICC in the interests of the game). While Ponting behaved in a rather immature way by shouting furiously at an Indian reporter who questioned Ponting's integrity in appealing for a catch that was grounded, the Indian captain Anil Kumble won the hearts by keeping his calm and compose and by giving it back to the Australians with utter dignity. He clealry stated to the press how he felt cheated by his Australian counterpart where some claims by the fielders turned the match in their favour.
The match surely will be remembered for all the frenzy it has caused. I as a cricket fan was surely disappointed but am happy that the Indian captain conducted himself in utmost dignity.
-- Anil Kumble
Only one team was playing in the spirit of the game
-- Anil Kumble
Hi,
If you are not one of those who gives your flesh to watch a cricket match played by India (I am one of those), you might not have noticed the great controversy that is happening in Australia after Australia's 16th consecutive win under 'cry baby' Ponting's captaincy.
It all started on day one of the test match when Indians' appeal was turned down after Symonds clearly edged a ball to Dhoni. Symonds who was on 30 that time went on to make 162 which just turned the match in Australia's favour. To add to umpire Bucknor's woes, Symonds agreed in a post-match interview that he actualy had nicked that ball.
http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,23000142-11088,00.html
Day 2 and 3 produced some high quality cricket with Australian fight back followed by an Indian classy reply. The centuries made by Laxman and Sachin in this match will still be remembered for long despite the controversy the match has caused.
And then, Ponting did something silly. Infact it was Symonds who was silly. He went to Harbhajan and was visibly sledging him and goading him to respond. Once Harbhajan responded, he turned to Ponting who in turn reported to umpires of Harbhajan's racially insulting comment. This was unacceptable to any cricket lover, because everyone knows how much Australians sledge their opponents and 'mentally disintegrate' them - in Steve Waugh's words. Their reaction to Bhajji's comment only shows how mentally fragile they themselves are and their sportsmanship.
And on day 5, when India started batting to turn the match into a draw (India had all the chance in the world to even win the match had the umpires not given some real bad decisions over the first 4 days of the match), things started getting worse. Before the series began, Ricky Punter Ponting had made a deal with the Indian captain Kumble that whenever there was a doubt whether a catch was cleanly taken by a fielder, both captains should agree to go by the fielder's word. He had done a 'magnanimous' act on day 2 of the match when he had claimed he had not collected clean an edge given by Dravid. But on day 5, when it was so crucial for India to stay on, he and his teammates made a mockery of the spirit of cricket by claiming catches some of which were clearly grounded. The umpires who had ultimate respect for the Australian sporting spirit fell into the great Australian psychological trap and judged the Indian batsmen out (2 crucial wickets of Dravid and Ganguly fell that way) and India was already cheated by the hosts. The fact that Clarke the person who cheated the most took 3 wickets in the penultimate over to finish off the match in Australian favour only rubbed salt in the wounds for Indians.
http://cricket.indiatimes.com/Aussies_are_true_masters_of_appeal_management/articleshow/2684508.cms
The post match euphoria started after the Indian catain Kumble stated in the press conference that 'Only one team played in the spirit of the game'. The calm and composed but yet unyielding manner in which he responded touched the hearts of many a cricket fan. The fact that there was more reaction amongst the Australian cricket fraternity and fans than expected only shows the evidence.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/dominionpost/4349193a6488.html
http://www.rediff.com/cricket/2008/jan/07roebuck.htm
If you thought it ended there, you are mistaken. The charge that was made against Bhajji was upheld by the match referee and he was banned for 3 matches post the match. There was no wonder the Indians felt cheated and BCCI responded in a really tough manner. I can't help but appreciate BCCI's stand during this entire drama. They have insisted on backing Harbhajan and are willing to pull the team out of the tour if the charges against him are not withdrawn. They even managed to get umpire Bucknor removed from the next test match (Although some will argue this was not correct, I as a cricket fan see nothing wrong in the decision taken by the ICC in the interests of the game). While Ponting behaved in a rather immature way by shouting furiously at an Indian reporter who questioned Ponting's integrity in appealing for a catch that was grounded, the Indian captain Anil Kumble won the hearts by keeping his calm and compose and by giving it back to the Australians with utter dignity. He clealry stated to the press how he felt cheated by his Australian counterpart where some claims by the fielders turned the match in their favour.
The match surely will be remembered for all the frenzy it has caused. I as a cricket fan was surely disappointed but am happy that the Indian captain conducted himself in utmost dignity.
Friday, January 04, 2008
I love America!
Hi,
Well, America is a developed nation. And in a developed nation you cannot throw out pennies to get someone to wash your dishes or your clothes. Well, so what? They have invented washing machines and dish washers. If you think they are costly and not everyone will be able to own them, stop there. They have even invented the coin operated machines. Drop some quarters and zoom... your washing machine starts operating. If you are used to having a chat with the canteen owner at your office when you grab a pepsi, you are in for disappointment at US. You need to drop in coins in the vending machine to grab a pepsi.
Last week, 2 of my colleagues shifted homes and needed assistance from me and my friend. I was advised to flex my muscles before going to help them. Let me list out the facts here - you can rent a truck but not a driver - of course you can if you are willing to shell $400 :-O! Forget about renting man power for loading and unloading stuff. So I was picked up from office on a 24 ft truck. Oh yeah, the colleague of mine was driving and I sat beside him. It was a nice huge truck - I still hate myself for not clicking a photo with a towel around my neck and a beedi between my lips sitting in the drivers' seat of the truck. Anyways, it is quite a huge vehicle to manipulate and if you are thinking of shifting to US at a later point of time, keep in your mind that you will have to drive a truck at some point or the other - unless you wish to live and die at the same place. Whether you want to smoke a beedi and wear a towel around your neck is upto you. So we reached his home and started on the job. A ramp behind the truck can be pulled out to help you roll things up. There is a dolly provided - I would rather call it a trolley - but you can't use it for big stuff - only small ones would fit. So I carried stuff - dresser, sofa, TV, beds, boxes, big boxes, huge boxes. I never imagined a Toshiba TV of 32" screen could be that heavy. Anyways, gripping it was even tougher. So the loading of 60% of one home was done on Friday. Saturday started with the loading of the remaining 40%, then unloading the entire 100%. A nice lunch to follow and we were to set to the second colleague for his stuff. Luckily 80% loading was done by the time we went. So we helped with the remaining 20%. And then the unloading at the destination - thankfully there were more people to help here. At the end we had nice chinese dinner. I felt very proud when I came back - I never might have thought I would be able to carry that heavy stuff. But yeah, for the coming two days, I had my hands and legs aching and had to walk like a robot. I'm Lovin' Ammerikha!
Well, America is a developed nation. And in a developed nation you cannot throw out pennies to get someone to wash your dishes or your clothes. Well, so what? They have invented washing machines and dish washers. If you think they are costly and not everyone will be able to own them, stop there. They have even invented the coin operated machines. Drop some quarters and zoom... your washing machine starts operating. If you are used to having a chat with the canteen owner at your office when you grab a pepsi, you are in for disappointment at US. You need to drop in coins in the vending machine to grab a pepsi.
Last week, 2 of my colleagues shifted homes and needed assistance from me and my friend. I was advised to flex my muscles before going to help them. Let me list out the facts here - you can rent a truck but not a driver - of course you can if you are willing to shell $400 :-O! Forget about renting man power for loading and unloading stuff. So I was picked up from office on a 24 ft truck. Oh yeah, the colleague of mine was driving and I sat beside him. It was a nice huge truck - I still hate myself for not clicking a photo with a towel around my neck and a beedi between my lips sitting in the drivers' seat of the truck. Anyways, it is quite a huge vehicle to manipulate and if you are thinking of shifting to US at a later point of time, keep in your mind that you will have to drive a truck at some point or the other - unless you wish to live and die at the same place. Whether you want to smoke a beedi and wear a towel around your neck is upto you. So we reached his home and started on the job. A ramp behind the truck can be pulled out to help you roll things up. There is a dolly provided - I would rather call it a trolley - but you can't use it for big stuff - only small ones would fit. So I carried stuff - dresser, sofa, TV, beds, boxes, big boxes, huge boxes. I never imagined a Toshiba TV of 32" screen could be that heavy. Anyways, gripping it was even tougher. So the loading of 60% of one home was done on Friday. Saturday started with the loading of the remaining 40%, then unloading the entire 100%. A nice lunch to follow and we were to set to the second colleague for his stuff. Luckily 80% loading was done by the time we went. So we helped with the remaining 20%. And then the unloading at the destination - thankfully there were more people to help here. At the end we had nice chinese dinner. I felt very proud when I came back - I never might have thought I would be able to carry that heavy stuff. But yeah, for the coming two days, I had my hands and legs aching and had to walk like a robot. I'm Lovin' Ammerikha!
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