THAT MAN CALLED MSD

That man called Mahendra Singh Dhoni, he’s a phenomenon in a cricket crazy India. He leads the cricket team and the hopes of a billion Indians. No matter what the boxers, shooters, footballers, golfers, tennis players, squash players, badminton players or any of the rest of the players of any other game do, cricket still rules the spirit of Indians like nothing else. They are speaking of TRPs dropping in cricket games and the players not performing well enough, but the very fact that there is such a lot of speculation going around, proves the fact. We have the cricketers bagging as many sponsors as any Bollywood star. Just the other day, Dhoni was in Mumbai, at some place that I’m not allowed to reveal and doing something that I’m not allowed reveal (again). Archana, who happens to know him, invited me to this undisclosed location. I took up invitation with glee as its not everyday that you get to meet someone like MSD. Besides, I wanted to meet Archana as well (as if! ). So here is one pic of that memorable day. By the way, for all it matters, all those journalists ahev been feeding us crap. He’s a really nice guy.

In case you are wondering who that kid is, NOT mine!! Its always safer to make that clear at the onset. He’s a friend though and a great kid. His name is Akash. So, I guess its safe to say,
HONI KO ANHONI BANAYE
AUR ANHONI KO HONI
AKASH, SHAYAK AUR DHONI

THE SWEET THING CALLED LIFE

The best thing about life is that everyday has surprises for you, only if you are ready to embrace them. Sometimes you see things that change the whole perspective of your views about something or the other. At other times you meet new people and then all of a sudden they help bring new dimensions into your life. I personally believe that the secret lies in never giving up and continuosly trying new things out. Try building new friendships, let more people see who you are and when you feel that you have met the right persons let them get into your heart and set things right. At the same time try out newer ideas, learn newer things and, of course, try and excel in them. I have started taking lessons in animation and graphic designing and boy is it rewarding or what! Right now I’m involved in redesigning some of my old pictures and finding out best I can explore the software. It seems creativity is my thing after all, as I’ve been getting some good compliments on my work from the few that I’ve had the courage to show what I’m up to. Besides the class is a bonzer in itself, what with great guys like Behram Aderback and Kaushal Jhaveri always ready to lighten things up. Amit is a great teacher as well, and his inputs as far as photography is concerned is absolutely fascinating. It’s such a revelation to work with such creative people and such a liberation from my drudgery at work, to mention nothing of the unbending rigidity of the system, that I’m getting a breath of fresh life.


In this space I would like to mention a few new people who have come into my life over the last weeks. They have helped me immensely in tiding over a rather difficult period of my life.


On top of the list comes Sohini, who has been very insightful with her ideas and helped me to understand the few things that eluded the grasp of my understating. She has been really supportive too and exceptionally understanding. That’s why I wrote of the importance of new people in your life.

Second, of course, is Archana. She has been a revelation and also an outlet for my stored up thoughts. She is a little obtuse at times, but only intentionally, trying to point out the importance of letting things go and stop brooding over the past.

Arun, I must thank as much as anyone else, for just being there with me every evening and sharing his experiences with me. He was my friend in academy, but never in this manner.

Dehli and Kanininka have done their bit as well, although I think that its a sacrilege to mention them in the same breath, not at all in the same sentence.

Thank you all for helping me out and I wish all of you a great time.

THE LONELY TREE

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
Her bark was rough like a peasant’s skin
Her stem gnarled like a woman in nude
Her branches flew upwards beckoning the sky
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, only for me.

 

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
Her foliage was green and fresh
Like a woman’s hair freshly bathed
She smelt of wild flowers and nature’s bosom
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, only for me.

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
The lush green grass kissing her roots
The blue sky caressing her leaves with affection
The breeze within her branches a soft symphony
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, only for me.

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
A princess from a fairytale, regal in appearance
I wished that I were a bird to alight on her branches
I wished I could build a nest and therein stay
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, only for me.

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
Yet, I, in my hurry, had only moments to spare
With all her love she beckoned, I burdened with care
To my life I would return, hoping someday to return
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, she waits for me.