Friday 9 December 2011

Viral Viru

yo boys he is hitting hard
Four song
Six song
why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Ji
why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Ji
rhythm correct
why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Ji
maintain please
why this Kola-Viru..Ji

pace la bounce-u bounce-u
Ball-u color-u white-u
Black sight-screen hit-u hit-u
Upper cut-u Six-u

why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru di
why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru di

Hero Bat-u hit-u hit-u
hit-u Solid-u Start-u
Four-u Four-u Six-u Six-u
Bowler future dark

why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru di
why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru di

maama ball return
ganpat drinks bring
pa pa paan pa pa paan pa pa paa pa pa paan
rampaul teri baari
Scorer ready
ready 1 2 3 4

whaa wat a change over maama

ok maama now I gear change-u

Power play
Keep it simple..

Spin la bowler
bowl la makkhan
over long on fielder
Full stand-u
bowler come-u
celebration start-u
bowler bowler
oh my bowler
you showed me bowl-u
cow-u cow-u holi cow-u
i want u hear now-u
God I surpass-u
U must be happy Now-u

this song for kaala boys-u
you dont have choice-u

why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru di
why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru di
why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru di
why this Kola-Viru Kola-Viru Kola-Viru di

four song

Thursday 1 December 2011

Kolaveri Di for me

yo all i am singing song
office song..
pain song ..
why this naukari naukari naukari Kar li
why this naukari naukari naukari kar li
rhythm correct
why this naukari naukari naukari kar li
maintain please
why this naukari..kar li

distance la profile-u profile-u
profile-u color-u white-u
white background work-u work-u
work-u color-u black-u

why this naukari naukari naukari kar li
why this naukari naukari naukari kar li

white skin-u HR-u HR-u
HR-u heart-u black-u
word-u word-u believe-u believe-u
my future dark

why this naukari naukari naukari kar li
why this naukari naukari naukari kar li

Boss email write
Drink black Chai ..
pa pa paan pa pa paan pa pa paa pa pa paan
satyanashi
super boss ready
ready 1 2 3 4

whaa wat a change over boss

ok boss now color change-u

kaila glass
only water..

hand la glass
glass la chai
eyes-u full-aa tear-u
empty life-u
HR-u come-u
life reverse gear-u
lovvu lovvu
oh my lovvu
i miss my life-u

cow-u cow-u holi cow-u
i want u die now-u
god i m suffering now-u
HR is smiling how-u

this song for working boys-u
we dont have choice-u

why this naukari naukari naukari kar li
why this naukari naukari naukari kar li
why this naukari naukari naukari kar li
why this naukari naukari naukari kar li

Sunday 20 November 2011

Random weird thoughts

Its 4 AM in the morning ... M Sleepless .. Tired n out but sleepless .. The phenomenon known as sleep is something that most people take for granted. Really it is something deep, dark, and amazing that should be highly cherished for those who can achieve it.

Tonight Sleep is evading me, and it is those solemn, lonely hours during the night in which I begin to think about the very things that are the sad and worthless staples of me existence.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that really matter. These thoughts get stuck in our head and silence eats away at them...eating away at our souls. Biting and chewing away at who we really are.

Life is only as good as the memories we make,
Creating memories day by day
Someday we'll look back on all these times
We miss the times we wish we could get back
All the things we wish we didn't do
The things we wish we could've done
The memories we wish to change to remake
As time fades away people die hold onto this photograph
See their face again would you say would you come back a smile
All that's left once we fade away life is only as good as the memories
We make as these days fade away looking at old memories
Can’t we go back see you again?
Life is only as good as the memories we make

Monday 10 October 2011

A Tribute to the KING - 'Jagjit Singh'


Jagjit Singh passed away earlier today. I had known of his unfortunate stroke from the news and was hoping against hope for a recovery but it was not to be. Sitting in office , preparing for a meeting and suddenly the phone beeps, SMS from 53000, Twitter, from a follower mentioning “Jagjit :’(“ and I felt my self helpless and broken

Whenever I am down n out, fighting battles with my inner self, soft ghazal in the background, a calm voice of Jagjit Singh singing it, and the world became a peaceful place. That was the magic created by the voice of the ghazal maestro. Whether it was nostalgia for a lost, carefree, golden childhood, or the pining for a beloved, he had amazing grace and a smoothing pain in his rendering of the situation, with feeling

Jagjit Singh brought the uninitiated ones like me closer to poetry and the fine art of ghazals. There is a must -be phase for every young heart to hum his ghazals in parties and when alone, to seek respite in their melodious longing of love or to despair in the soulful agony of unfulfilled ambition.

Without him, I know my generation would have been lost to the beauty that is Ghazals - I know I would have been. And if I was lost to Ghazals, I would have been lost to Blues too. I cannot imagine what a reduced existence it would have been.

Today, as the voice became silent, one would hum the Jagjit Singh melody - 'Chitthi na koi sandesh, jaane vo kaun sa desh, jahaan tum chale gaye.' As the man rests in music, his voice will continue to give peace to the listeners. RIP Jagjit Singh, Return if Possible

Sunday 9 October 2011

AAS - A belief


There’s a girl crying tonight, and there’s nothing I can say to make her feel all right. Somewhere I had read Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. Perhaps now with the memories of your past you are about to hurt your self.

You are like a butterfly that lost her way. Like all of us she was scared to make her way alone, but than she made the biggest step ever to fly, fly, and fly. You know, She flew with her wings so high and vibrant, through the mountains and through the trees, down a path that she never thought of traveling. A path with the brightest and the most beautiful flowers. One that she always dreamt of but never found, till now.

She tried so hard to protect herself from the predator that lurked in the distance disguised as friend. He was evil and tried so hard to take away her happiness. So she strived to shelter herself from all bad and all evil that may come her way. Nestled on a tree branch, she made this branch her home. Every day that passed, she always tried to make herself as happy and comfortable as possible, though, times were tough and for some certain reason she always put up a fight. She knew that this new life wasn’t going to be an easy one, but she pulled and pulled to make a better life for her.

As the months began to pass, others came and others left. She became somewhat more comfortable with the situation and started to explore the world day by day. Making friends and starting to observe the life that was in the past and the new life that laid in the future for her. She started to see an abundance of light. It was in her dreams, the light that made her strong.

This light, she carried with her in the most troublesome times. The light guided her to fight off the predator that hovered in the background, testing her patience. He always put up a fight to try and slowly wean them from her. She fought day in and day out for him to stay away. At times seeming like it was an endless battle, she never gave up. For she wanted to see her little lights glow. Sometimes the light was brighter than others. As long as she saw a light in herself, she knew that the struggle was almost over.

She continued to see the light for over a year now. Looking back on the life that she had, and the new life that she choose. She begins to realize that life is what you make of it, and its up to only you to change the path. She gazes upon her beautiful, vibrant, colorful and so full of life self and promises to never go back to the terrible life that lies dead in the past.

“Watching him walk out of your life should not make you bitter or cynical about love. But rather you should realize that if wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.”

Wednesday 6 April 2011

Minnows or Giant Killer

Since childhood, till now n perhaps until I stop walking even with the sticks , I am always there, ready for an evening game of Tennis Ball Cricket, No matter if the sun is blazing its guns or its raining cats n dogs, I would be there in neighborhood park posing like my heroes , Folded arms, chewing Gums, Spining the ball on hand like Kumble, trying to bowl like shane warne does, Criticizing the last match villain or praising the hero
I guess almost every single Guy of my age has ate, slept and breathed cricket. More or less while playing in Neighborhood park , there would be a group of older bullies who would come much later to the ground and take possession of it immediately, irrespective of the juncture at which our match was poised. We need to move our pitch to the corner. Days or months later we challenge them for a match, We lost every time, for they were bigger, stronger and sadly better. Sometimes we came close, but always we lost. They also taught us to enjoy the smaller moments. Every wicket we took, every boundary we hit, the whole team would cheer, sing, cackle, hoot and sometimes even dance in an extremely ungainly fashion that only men can. And we did so because when you don’t have much to cheer about, it is these little moments that you make the most of.
And then one day we won. I do not know how or why, maybe they just played awfully badly, or maybe we were lucky, but we did. And I still remember the scenes of delirium. It wasn’t the World Cup, nor the ‘Ashes’, not even an official colony match, but it was our World Cup, our Ashes.
Sitting in my office, I was following match online, cheering So called Minnow’s every run in their chase against So called powerhouses. In the end they lost, and looked disappointed, but they ran them very close and one day they will beat them too. For that’s how sport is, and will always be. Cricket is a wonderful game, not just because of Warne’s wizardry or Sachin’s genius or even Wasim’s swing. It is also made beautiful by a pink haired Kavin O’ Brian who smashed Mighty England bowling attack, which ruined 3 times world’s Champion Australian dream to conquer Ashes, all over the park, and celebrated as if thay had won the World Cup. It is also made beautiful by eleven Kenyans kneeling down and kissing the pitch after beating the mighty West Indies in ’96. It becomes a better sport because it gives a war-ravaged country like Afghanistan hope and a little happiness as they notch one remarkable win after another against countries much bigger, much stronger and more fortunate. One day these minnows will beat Super powers, and they will know the joy that we knew one day in a small park in neighborhood.

Saturday 12 March 2011

Wierd !!

These days I am having mood Swings without reason, some weird feelings, and looks like I’m missing something. But, I don't really know who i am missing. Weird, is it?

Missing friends? Missing moments? Or anything else? Maybe all...I miss my friends , I miss the moment me being happy, A lot of memories still keep on playing in my mind.

I keep playing the Sad songs, Ghazals in repeat mode...it make my heart hurting more when the miss feeling comes over me more strongly.

If u try to feel something by closing your eyes while listening all this smooth and damn nice music until I don’t have to describe how nice is it... You will feel very very good until I don't have to use words to describe it...

At Some moment, you will know who is really important in your heart, when your mind stops thinking of them. Very amazing feeling. That's why I feel human relationship is always the weirdest thing in this world, nothing else...

Wednesday 2 March 2011

India - World Cup Winner ??

It's rather bizarre when the captain of the our national team walks into a press conference after a game and blames the conditions on the back of one of the most clueless bowling (except 3 Overs .. 2 from Zaheer n 1 from Harbhajan) and fielding displays in recent memory.
In a way, that statement sums up the situation: Our problems lie with the bowling and fielding but there is little or nothing that the captain can do about it, so the only thing left really is to blame the conditions.
One of the most interesting things about our bowling attack is that it don’t have potential to dismiss the opposition, but merely to restrict the runs opponents will score(that too was not visible in last match). This attack's job description is damage control, whether we bowl first or last.
One thing is for sure that we have four bowlers, and barring Zaheer the others are essentially defensive in nature, then when we go up against the bigger teams, it won't matter how many runs our batsmen get; the opposition will hunt the targets down with ease. . So that is the situation - a bowling unit with a defensive mindset, and a fielding unit that is not geared to back up that game plan.
The batting, mercifully, seems to be in top form with two near-perfect performances, but against that, a bowling unit that could not defend 338 runs under lights against an England team coming off a 6-1 defeat and with a dismal track record in Indian conditions
There is a quirk in the Dhoni style of captaincy that few talk about. When he has relatively smaller totals to defend (as for instance in the warm up against Australia) he attacks and looks for wickets. But whenever his batsmen gives him runs to work with, he reflexively tends to defend. And the question is, if you don't attack when you have three hundred and more on the board, then when?
In many ways, this campaign is a unique one for us, in the sense that we are not just the on-paper favorites (as we usually are in every World Cup, thanks to the hype machine) but one that has the conditions, the home support, and at least as far as the batting is concerned, the players to go all the way.
For that to happen, though, two things are mandatory: The team mindset needs to shift into one of relentless aggression, and the bowling unit as one has to put its hand up and shift its focus to striking hard and often, irrespective of the totals the batsmen put up.
The good bit is, the weaknesses are not out in the open - and we have two games against the associate nations to get our ducks back in a row.