As I lay thinking here , about what life could have been
About how you are the prettiest thing , I've ever seen
About the first time we met , about your innocent smile
The scent of you , drives me crazy , even after all this while
Poetry is not really my forte , no it is not
This poem might sound absurd to all you intellectuals , but just give it a thought
How would you feel , if you had been away from your love , for years
You wouldn't know how it feels , to have wept all those tears
The one that understands me , the one who is in my mind
None of you can ever know how it feels , to go through this grind
Life's really hard , but if you are with me , we'll make it through
Nothing else matters , cos' our feelings are true
Screw them who say , that long distance relationships don't work out
We've had problems and rough patches during this time , no doubt
But keep your trust in me , and I'll never let you down
Keep smiling mota , cos' you look silly when you frown :P
In the end I'd like to edit one popular song here :
Hey there Ruhi , whats it like in New Delhi city
I'm a thousand miles away , but girl tonight you look so pretty
yes you do , times square can't shine as bright as you
I swear its true
Hey there Ruhi don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you need me
just give this song a listen , close your eyes
Listen to my voice its my disguise , I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Football AT work , not football AS work
About 3 weeks ago , a few good men , from an ODC far far away , had a dream in their eyes , to take part in a 5 a side football tournament . The story is as close as it can be to a modern day lagaan or something , minus the singing and the dancing ... Nobody gave us a chance of even making it to the field , at the match time , leave alone progressing through the tournament.
So the first match of the tournament beckons . Our team was called Waryurs ... as in Warriors with a deliberate spelling mistake (or maybe not deliberate ... ) to make it appear more "IN" .... !? The opposition were called ,, errr... who cares ?? (actually I have forgotten the name !) ... Our inspirational Vice-Captain ??? Samir (all pun intended :D ) gave one of those talks you hear in the movies , before the underdogs go and score a miraculous win in the final seconds of the game . Anyways none of that actually happened here . When we took to the field , we looked like a replacement of our football superstar selves in some parallel universe . No coordination , no communication ... We almost looked like we were there to make up the numbers really . Not that we didn't try hard , but all the effort was to no avail . Add to that the lovely dummies of captain marvelous , who dummied not only the opposition , but his teammates too (what a dummy !!) . We went 3 goals down , and I managed to salvage some pride by scoring a penalty . The final score read 1-3 to us . After the match , we thought that we could've done better (ofcourse , everybody does ) ... Missed chances had been the root cause of the defeat . We also needed a midfield general who could control things in the middle of the park (basketball court , actually) . Out went captain marvelous , in came Amit a.k.a Scholesy.
In the second match , Amit a.k.a Scholesy lived up to his billing as a midfield dynamo , scoring a goal in the opening minutes , with some help from the opposition (3 deflections to be precise) . We won by 1-0 , but it didn't matter if we had won by 1 goal or 10 goals , the thing is , WE WON !!!! yay !!! ... The underDOGS had released the CAT among the PIGEONS with this win.
In the third match , the underDOGS were actually the overDOGS (nonsense !!!) .. because they were facing the reservoir dogs of the tournament a.k.a Thomasz . An olympus derby to be precise . Passions running high !!! (not really !!) .. It was time for boy wonder to finally prove a point that he is more than just a penalty specialist (P.S : Am talking about myself). In the dying minutes of a hard fought match , I finally did justice to our performance . 1-0 Winners . The team that everybody thought was just there to make up the numbers , was in with a real chance to make it to the quarters .
The final match of the group was against Ball Kickers (I don't think they quite knew that this name could have a double meaning or maybe they intentionally kept this name , keeping the pun in mind) . This was the team that was scoring freely , 4 goals , 3 goals . The fiercest attack of the group v/s the meanest defence (up until that time atleast :P) . Cometh the hour , cometh the man , Samir finally silenced the critics (who ???) , with his fine long range effort . We were kicking the balls of the ball kickers , until the final minute , when insanity and frustration of living in pune finally got to me , and I started shouting "Foul !!! Foul !!!" . The ball kickers didn't stop playing and scored :( . At this point of time , I thought my teammates were gonna kick my balls .
If we had won that match we could have avoided the eventual winners of the tournament in the quarters .
The quarter final day arrives . The first match is ours (as usual , in the scorching heat) . I tried to show as many skills as I could , to scare the opposition before the match , but all my efforts proved futile . Their whole ODC came to support the team , and we had a solitary supporter showing up for the big day ! ... We felt as if Ipswich Town were playing away at San Siro (not really , but you get the point , right ?) . We lost 5-1 :'( . A solitary penalty was our only consolation from this match . After the defeat , like good sportsmen we congratulated the opposition , cos' they were marvelous during the match . We couldn't have played worse in our nightmares , than what we had played like that day.
Well that was the end of the fairytale story for us , and it was back to the ODC . Work , work and yes you guessed it right ...... work.
So the first match of the tournament beckons . Our team was called Waryurs ... as in Warriors with a deliberate spelling mistake (or maybe not deliberate ... ) to make it appear more "IN" .... !? The opposition were called ,, errr... who cares ?? (actually I have forgotten the name !) ... Our inspirational Vice-Captain ??? Samir (all pun intended :D ) gave one of those talks you hear in the movies , before the underdogs go and score a miraculous win in the final seconds of the game . Anyways none of that actually happened here . When we took to the field , we looked like a replacement of our football superstar selves in some parallel universe . No coordination , no communication ... We almost looked like we were there to make up the numbers really . Not that we didn't try hard , but all the effort was to no avail . Add to that the lovely dummies of captain marvelous , who dummied not only the opposition , but his teammates too (what a dummy !!) . We went 3 goals down , and I managed to salvage some pride by scoring a penalty . The final score read 1-3 to us . After the match , we thought that we could've done better (ofcourse , everybody does ) ... Missed chances had been the root cause of the defeat . We also needed a midfield general who could control things in the middle of the park (basketball court , actually) . Out went captain marvelous , in came Amit a.k.a Scholesy.
In the second match , Amit a.k.a Scholesy lived up to his billing as a midfield dynamo , scoring a goal in the opening minutes , with some help from the opposition (3 deflections to be precise) . We won by 1-0 , but it didn't matter if we had won by 1 goal or 10 goals , the thing is , WE WON !!!! yay !!! ... The underDOGS had released the CAT among the PIGEONS with this win.
In the third match , the underDOGS were actually the overDOGS (nonsense !!!) .. because they were facing the reservoir dogs of the tournament a.k.a Thomasz . An olympus derby to be precise . Passions running high !!! (not really !!) .. It was time for boy wonder to finally prove a point that he is more than just a penalty specialist (P.S : Am talking about myself). In the dying minutes of a hard fought match , I finally did justice to our performance . 1-0 Winners . The team that everybody thought was just there to make up the numbers , was in with a real chance to make it to the quarters .
The final match of the group was against Ball Kickers (I don't think they quite knew that this name could have a double meaning or maybe they intentionally kept this name , keeping the pun in mind) . This was the team that was scoring freely , 4 goals , 3 goals . The fiercest attack of the group v/s the meanest defence (up until that time atleast :P) . Cometh the hour , cometh the man , Samir finally silenced the critics (who ???) , with his fine long range effort . We were kicking the balls of the ball kickers , until the final minute , when insanity and frustration of living in pune finally got to me , and I started shouting "Foul !!! Foul !!!" . The ball kickers didn't stop playing and scored :( . At this point of time , I thought my teammates were gonna kick my balls .
If we had won that match we could have avoided the eventual winners of the tournament in the quarters .
The quarter final day arrives . The first match is ours (as usual , in the scorching heat) . I tried to show as many skills as I could , to scare the opposition before the match , but all my efforts proved futile . Their whole ODC came to support the team , and we had a solitary supporter showing up for the big day ! ... We felt as if Ipswich Town were playing away at San Siro (not really , but you get the point , right ?) . We lost 5-1 :'( . A solitary penalty was our only consolation from this match . After the defeat , like good sportsmen we congratulated the opposition , cos' they were marvelous during the match . We couldn't have played worse in our nightmares , than what we had played like that day.
Well that was the end of the fairytale story for us , and it was back to the ODC . Work , work and yes you guessed it right ...... work.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I aint no nice guy after all
Sometimes you just randomly hear a song , which might not be very popular and you haven't ever heard it before , but from the 1st time you hear it , you just want to keep on listening to it . Maybe its the lyrics , or maybe its the music but every time you listen to it , deep inside your heart you do a "yeah !! \m/" , or a "woo hoo !! " ... Well I also came across such a song , from my friend Vipin's collection , when I borrowed his hard disk . This song is by a band called Motorhead and features Ozzy and Slash . The thing that is so amazing about this song is that I can really relate myself to the lyrics of this song ,,, check them out for yourself ...
I ain't no nice guy after all
When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two
My shine wore off as time wore on
I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the truth begins to bite
I thought about the times when I turned my back & stalled
I ain't no nice guy after all
When I was young I was the only game in town
I thought I had it down for sure,
But time went by and I was lost in what I found
The reasons blurred, the way unsure
I thought that I was living life the only way
But as I saw that life was more than day to day
I turned around, I read the writing on the wall
I ain't no nice guy after all
I ain't no nice guy after all
In all the years you spend between your birth and death
You find there's lots of times you should have saved your breath
It comes as quite a shock when that trip leads to fall
I ain't no nice guy after all
I ain't no nice guy after all
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two
My shine wore off as time wore on
I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the truth begins to bite
I thought about the times when I turned my back & stalled
I ain't no nice guy after all
When I was young I was the only game in town
I thought I had it down for sure,
But time went by and I was lost in what I found
The reasons blurred, the way unsure
I thought that I was living life the only way
But as I saw that life was more than day to day
I turned around, I read the writing on the wall
I ain't no nice guy after all
I ain't no nice guy after all
In all the years you spend between your birth and death
You find there's lots of times you should have saved your breath
It comes as quite a shock when that trip leads to fall
I ain't no nice guy after all
I ain't no nice guy after all
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