Bliss

Cricket is to India what soccer is to half of the world. Its not that we don't love the Beautiful game but an India-Srilanka final definitely takes precedence over an Italy-Slovakia game. So while the world was getting its headache from the vuvuzelas we discovered our very own vuvuzela, with a much higher irritation quotient, in Neo Cricket's ad sense. It was not a case of ads between the match but the other way round and when they did show the match half of the screen was still filled with ads! Fine, its understood that ads come up after wickets fall. wickets fall-we cheer-players cheer-enthused commentary follows which is music or molten lava to the ears depending upon your loyalties-and then finally the ads come. But no! Not so with Neo Cricket. Say if there is a chance of a catch out. The ball is in the air-the fielder positions himself-the ball barely touches his hands-God forbid but you blink-and there is Shahid kapoor selling you a fairness cream! Its only after th...

The name is Serena, but the thought of playing against her hardly brings any serenity to her opponents. After all playing against someone who has 36 career titles to her credit is no cakewalk. When she is in action one can see the skill and power developed through years of discipline and slogging on the court. But all this fails to catch our intellectual writer-cum- fashionista Shobhaa De's attention because she is too busy noticing Serena's "lady corsets, diamond danglers, deep cleavage and neon color". Tch - tch  too bad Shobhaa ma'am. How could any woman encroach upon the prerogative of being successful, beautiful, rich and stylish(in her own way) when it is exclusively reserved for you? Must have felt so vindicated in gleefully tweeting that Serena's ouster "serves her right"?After all the pleasure of writing off a star like Serena must be much greater than writing about IPL cheerleaders' "fannies". It is also much more fun than e...

You can call me an atheist Not a non-believer but an egoist I have my own religion I worship human volition The mind and its ambitions And their hard-earned realizations You ask me to show humility Bow down before the Almighty It is my quest for excellence That you’ve mistaken for impudence The worst breach of piety Is succumbing to mediocrity You call God by different names Then go on to play those filthy games Games of ‘My God is the best’ ‘My faith is superior to the rest’ This is what I intensely detest Wake up now and introspect You sing in God’s praise everyday For success and recognition you pray And the minute calamity strikes You blame the Almighty in a trice Time now to accept this reality You are your own responsibility You see, towards any faith I don’t intend any disrespect But ever wondered where is your ‘I’ Think, it is worth giving a try The day you try and find it out You would have done your God proud

" Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings…" I could not agree more with this part of Wordsworth’s definition of poetry. At times you sit all prepared with a pen and notebook and words simply don’t come while there are times when you are either ecstatic or extremely hurt and words seem to flow out of nowhere shaping into a poem. If you are ecstatic the ecstasy multiplies as you pen the verse while if you are grim the pain recedes as the joy of poetry takes over. I wrote the following poem as I revelled in the pleasure of reading some really great stuff.  Is there anything more amazing Than the divine joy of reading? With every book I feel I grow So much to learn, so much to know I’ve travelled the world on these pages Through different cultures, times and ages Engrossed in some awesome creations I've run the gamut of emotions Known characters of every kind Peeked inside the human mind Seen the past , gone in history Tried to unlock future’s mystery Atte...

Hi..well I guess I am supposed to give an introduction but I really don't know how to descibe myself or my blog..because tomorrow I may learn something new and the definitions may change..still this is what comes to my mind right now.. A li'l good, a li'l bad A li'l grown up, a li'l childish heart Looking for shapes in a cloud Heard a message, clear and loud The shape changes in an instant Nothing stays, only change is constant Don't get me wrong, i am not fickle I am just complicatedly simple But isn't it the case with everything? Who can claim to be all-knowing? Therein lies the joy of living The endless quest of discovering So in my quest to discover further I decided to become a blogger..