Saturday, March 13, 2010

And how Does IPL bind us ...

As the season started, the drums rolled, the ribbons flew and IPL was back in the land where it all started. It not only brought back similar KKR starting the tourney, but it brought with it another stride of memories, of the IPL 1 and the second version. Of the coke bottles we opened, the chips we flavoured, the tea we had ...  the friends we were and how united we were in the regional fight of mumbai and delhi. How best it was to fight over a stupid shot played or wonderful single taken, of the last ball sixes and first ball wickets. Of the out-of-form watch winning cricketers and free fall of icons. Nothing changed as i watched the first match, nothing it seems will change. For now in my house are segments from each part of India, who cheer ,swear and shout at each opportunity so granted upon them as the masters of the game. Yet at the end are all smiles, frustration persists after a bit longer discussion to the losing side, but it fades away as soon as the next match is on. The entertainment value and the points are all well taken and very well understood. The sentiments of people overflow, are over the flow yet delimited by simple common sense, that this is like a 3 hour movie, and nothings really cricket in it, other than the swinging bat, the swooshing ball, the tumbling fielders and ever so enthusiastic audience. Did i forget the cheerleaders. But in the midst of all this, there are those 13 players on field who are trying to make a million other smile, another tens of thousands to cheer, few thousands to earn money for next day, few hundred (people) to make millions and selected few to earn hundreds of million. Other then that, it gives a hope , a hope that it will be better next time, an urge to do it twice a year, but then if World Cup is held each other, it will lose its importance.
The IPL -3 is back, and with it are the curses the smiles the abuses the swears the laughter , the sense of winning and the sense of frustration ... sense that is senseless is back ....

Monday, March 8, 2010

Mein Hindu Yuva

aaj is dharti ke dum per, nikal pada hoon jug badalne,
kal tak khud ko talaashta mein aaj nikal pada hoon amber choone,
anter-man ke asmanjas per paaker vijay badh chala hoon is dhara ko rangne,
kabhi kisi ki haani nahi ki apni raksha ker chal pada hoon shrishti bachane,
mein hindu yuva chal pada hoon poore jug ko santri rangne.

her taraf se aate mere mool per prahar hai aaj,
sej shayayya tyaag ker uth gaya fir kerne raaj,
jagat ja raha hai vipad-sthithi mein kerna hai abhi bada kaaj,
badh rahi hai dhwani bahut kerna hai ab shor ko saaz ,
mein hindu yuva jag ko bachane uth chala hoon aaj.

her roshini ke gehre saaye mein tapakta is duniya ka swaarth,
kab se bachata chala hoon mein duniya ko nar sanghar se mein ,
aaj lau liye prem ki chal pada hoon us path per mein ,
jahan fool barse her jagah per saathi ho hum sabhi saath,
mein hindu yuva is sandesh ko failane chal chala hoon apne aap hi aaj.

sadiyo se lehrate us santri se aman ka sandesh,
dekha jisne ram ko diya jisne geeta ka updesh,
lad chala jo laaj bachane jhansi ki shaan ke saath,
kahin shivaji kahin paranhans kahin hindu ekta ke haath,
mein hindu yuva badh chala hoon bhagwa lekar duniya ko bachane aaj,

badh chala hoon mein hindu yuva ab mein is lau ke saath,
jug ko dikhane sooraj ka tez,
chal chala hoon is deepak ke saath ,
badh chala hoon mein hindu yuva is jug ko bachane aaj ...