Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Power of Dream!!!

I stretched my arms in air… I felt relived and a dream lived… air punches all around… high fives and hugs… we had won the match!!!

We were already out of the tournament but still had one inconsequential match to play. A match with no academic value. But we decided to play it. Play it for honor as even though we were knocked out; we were not as bad as the point table showed us. But we had another problem to tackle. Since we were already out, many people opted out. We were terribly under staffed. Thanks to Anu, Srini and Vidya to pitch in. we manage to cross the minimum no of players mark. We pitched a team of 8 against a full strength team.

It started well. We got my favorite ground. The ground in which I haven’t lost any match so far. Even though we lost the toss, we got to bowl as per our plan. Since we had only three bowlers, it was decided that I will bowl the first over and then remaining 9 will be split between the regulars. So as the ball was tossed to me, I stepped up for the challenge.

Right arm round!!!

0 0 Wide W

Ritesh 0(4) caught Lokesh bowled Kant.

-- Pitched it short. The ball was turning away from leg stump. Ritesh gloved it to the keeper. And Lokesh takes a regulation catch. It could have been another wide if he had left it.

We were on fire. We contained the runs in the first half of the innings and I finished with a satisfactory bowling figure of 3-0-2-14. SAP team then went on to set a stiff target of 79 in 10 overs.

Though the target was 15 runs more than our anticipated target, we hurdled up to focus on the chase.

Vik and Pradeep opened the innings and Vik stepped on the gas paddle from the word go. Two brilliant 6s and few 4s off Vik’s blade. We were cruising fine at a RR of 8 when SAP sent back our top three batsmen in quick succession. We had 45 more runs to chase in 5.2 overs. Not bad; just that if we had lost another wicket then our tail-end would have been exposed.

We were hanging on with a thin thread of hope. I walked in with the feeling of nothing to loose. All that I had in my mind was to play out all the remaining overs; without any risk and loosing my wicket. First ball was Yorker length and I managed to get my bat down just in time. Point fielder shouted,”Dravid is in. No worries. Can’t hit 4s and 6s. Game is ours”. I just ignored the comment and focused harder. Pradeep waved and assured me that things gonna be just fine. Still, I got beaten on the next bowl.

Thank god!! We were still in the game.

Slowly and steadily, we paced our innings. Varun was revelation; definitely find of the series for us. It was majestic watching him play. We complemented each other very well. Defended when the bowl was good and serve the treatment it deserved it was bowled short or slow or fuller.

23 off 18 balls was what we needed and we reached the target in 12 balls. I was amazed by the concentration I had during the match. Never had I lost hope during those dying moment and I was absolutely focused to cross the line.

Reflecting now, I find sense in what big sportsman say about preparing for a match. Ever since Lokesh said that we will open the bowling with you, I had imagined myself bowling stump to stump, containing the batsmen and taking wickets. Though the fashion in which I dreamt of taking wickets didn’t happen, I was more than happy to take a few any which way. While batting, each and every stroke I played that day was so well rehearsed in my mind that it looked effortless.

Let me confess something here. I am not a good batsman. Though I might be absolutely perfect in practicing the shots in air, when I comes to playing, I am just another guy whose only intention is put the ball across the boundary every time.

That particular day and match taught me about power of dream and belief. Those little sessions of dreaming and un-diverted focus were enough for me to hold myself and play an inning of my lifetime. I think for anyone to succeed, three things are essential:

a. Dream of succeeding - Mental conditioning is very important.

b. Focus - Don’t listen to what your competitor says. Just observe them if need be. They are there to just divert your focus. Stay focused.

c. Try as if you have nothing to loose. – Empower your senses. The sense of loss is the big mood breaker.

I am sure I would like to practice this style in other walks of life too. Anyone who reads this, I would request that you too practice these three simple mantras and I am sure you would good for yourself.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Songs and memories...

weird Sunday for me... under-slept yet happy n excited about the trip... morning tea and nice breakfast probably refreshed me and was raring to go... happily hit SH... new car, NICE (nice) road and beautiful weather... couldn't have asked for a better start...
crusing at 110kmph, inserted the only hindi song disc at my disposal... though i wanted to listen to Love Aaj Kal but was more than happy with the songs on board... the songs i was listening drove me back to my college days... everything came flashing by... from the day i joined to how i developed friendship in my initial year..how the two friends of mine who were so special and close to me, drifted apart... drifted apart would be an understatement... we don't talk to each other is what kills me the most... i understand that they have a valid reason for doing so but yet... sometime i suppose you aren't ready to accept those since they attributed to most of the fun times in the past... it stayed there with me all the day... though i enjoyed my trip very well but this kindda set my mood... don't know if i need to worry a lot about it or ignore it as a momentary phase... i guess it's a truth i gotta live with and i need to step forward and accept them; to be in harmony with it... hope i will... or best... i will forget (just as i always do) and allow it to resurface with another Kuch Kuch hota hai or Main Hun Na song... :D

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Hasrat

aarzoo dabi huii aaj yaad bankar phir aayi...
tumo haansil karne ki tamanna phir ubhar aayi...
kahte hai na... pyar jaye nahi jaata...
chup jaata hai kissi kone main aur nazar nahi aata...
phir kissi roz...
bas yun hin...
bas aise hin...
mujhko tanha dekh kar...
yaadon ke galiyaaron se... saamne nikal aata hai...
tumko paane ki phir se hasrat jaaga jaata hai...

Friday, July 25, 2008

Love peopl... not hate them...


Friday... Me and my colleagues had just finalized our dinner plan... it was my turn to treat them with our favourite "triple fried schezwan rice" @ FORUM. Then came a mail stating "serial blasts in the city” Bangalore was stunned to silence... though it was a LOW intensity blast... meant not to do any material damage (as if loss of three innocent lives can't be considered material loss) but to send a strong message to the government... what message... they only know...

Blasts did have effect...
People got scared and worried... police, for once, got back to their business... reporters didn't have to slog to get a new story... few invisible, non-existent politicians got a chance to speak (though a well reviewed and rehearsed speech)... traffic jams... network blocked... few innocent lives who faced the burnt for no good reason... allegations of being “non-cooperative” between center and state...

God knows best who were behind this heinous act... As this blast had a pattern similar to Mumbai blast and many people have every reason to believe who could possibly be behind these... i would urge people to stick together and to think of caste or religion as the people who are behind these blasts surely don't belong to any religion, caste or group... they have only caste or religion and that's surely not what we people follow.
why is it so hard to accept that people are meant to be loved...

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Kuch Khawab...

कुछ ख्वाब बह गए तो क्या... पलको को फिर मिला लेंगे... नए कुछ ख्वाब फिर सजा लेंगे... समझो तो इशारा कुदरत का... छालक गया कुछ पैमाने से तो क्या... मह्खाने से जाम फिर बना लेंगे...

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Shayad Issi Ko...

Dur Tak Bikhari Pagdandiyon Pe...
Tumhare Kadamon Ke Nisaan Dhundhata Hun...

Tum Aaoge... Zarur Aaoge...
Dil Ko Har Baar Kahate hain...
Intazaar Hin Hamare Phidarat Main...

Shayad Issi Ko Pyar Kahte Hain...

Guzar Gaya...

Aaj Phursat hui Toe Sochta Hun...
Kya Paya Aur Kya Khoya Maine...
Kal Jahan Se Guzar Gaya...
Unn Raaston Pe Mahsus Kiye Mushkilon Main...
Apne Phaisalon Ka Adhar Dhundhata Hun...

Yeh Kadam Yun Daalta Toe...
Do Kadam Agar Kam Chalta Toe...
Aaj Yeh Pal Kuch Aur Hota Kya??
Aaj Aise Hin Kal Ki Har Cheez Main...
Kuch Matlab Dhundhata hun...

Pal Jo Zindagi Ke Bhaagam-Bhag main...
Bas Yun Hin Guzar Gayein...
Unko Baator Kar...
Apna Khoya Huaa Aadhar Dhundhata hun...