Hope for better things

Every such throe rekindles
The hope for better things.
Isn't life all about hope?

Logic

We are so drab that
We delight in
An exercise
In fill in the blanks

Body intelligence

Occasionally our hands
Can see, bite and learn!

The Why

We may not know how they built them
But we know why they built them
To survive death, we want that too

Flights forgotten

Every dive into our mind
Brings up the wreckage of
Many such buried flights

About new beginnings

What if the sun is
Breaking behind you
Even now and it goes
Un -noticed by you

Brother against brother

Sums up the whole of
Our history doesn't it?

The Path

We all walk a lone path
More or less. Only.....
We need to believe in it

Aging

The moment we start looking
Backwards we have become old

Evolution

He said in kindness: "There is Sorrow,
Its cause, Its anihilation, and the Path
To overcome it. Look what came of it.
Something simple was made so fantastic
That it has become totally unrecognisable!

Suggestion

The trick is in suggestion
And not in elaboration

The strange

The unfamiliar looks
Weird to our eyes

Points of view

All the three segments
Of Time are present here
But what is the angle
You look at it ?

Backdrop

Some times we fear the past too
Much to let the light shine on us

Stretching reality

Art aims to stretch
reality a little further

The sacred thread

If a thread is something
You develop on, this one
Could be the one thread
You need to think about

Vicarious Atonement

Strange how the sin of parents
Visits on thier children!
Why was Andromeda chained
For her mother's pride?

Secure from truth

We like to hem ourselves in
With everything we can find

Playing with nature

We decorate nature with
Everything we think cute
But when it turns against
We probably remain mute

Delight

When we are overly apologetic,
We sure have done something
Which delights us to the core

Trust

It's sad,don't you think?

Sometimes a controlled
Environment is needed
To bring out such trust
In some one we like

To kill among ones own

Ever guess the only species
Which turns against its own?

Bypass time

None of us knows
When Time is about
To swallow us up
So work to bypass it

In Between

"As above so below"
Or so they say
But I find something
Lying in between

Small and vast

We all feel like this don't we?
That we are something small
Within something vast
And we are all alone?

Work of Love

Bridges are works of love
They span across breaches
Into our own very hearts

Bonding

Adversity makes you bond

Just short

Some moor their vessels
Just short of the shore

Being No.1

( Captain of the The No 1 Test Side)


Hard work and talent
Doesn't make you No. 1
You need some luck too

For a better tomorrow

We all retire for the day
Thinking of a better morrow

"I" remain the same

Our figure, mind, intellect
And Everything out there changes
But 'I' still remain the same

Hope

Hope is a thing we
Delude ourselves with

Dead

You are dead
Before
You were born

Sacrifice

The unconscious is
A god that is only
Appeased by blood

Something good

There is something good
In every religion

When our ways part

When ways part do not grieve
We all occupy different
Spatio-Temporal realities

Programed

We are all programed
To open to the light

If you are in tether

If you are in tether
It hardly matters
Where you are

Through the gap

Beauty comes to us
Through the gap
In our peceptions

Figure it out

The puzzle of life
Bemuses us till we
Figure it out

Wisdom

Being true to yourself
Is the real wisdom

Freedom

If you feel like the fresh air
You are probably free

Reaction

In the very beginning
I knew not if I existed
So I thought the world up
Now it's thinking me up!

Where parallels meet

The only place parallels could ever meet
Is within you

Tat Tvam Asi

You are that
Which you believe
Yourself to be

Who is watching?

"All the world's a stage
And we all are but players"

But who could be watching it?

Back In The Limelight

There is politics and cliques all over the cricket-land and these have blunted the growth of many talented players over the years. If you don’t get the right breaks at the right time, you just don’t make it in the game, talent or no talent. Look at the case Anantha Padmanabhan, the Kerala spinner; he could have got in any international side on his merit alone. Sadly that did not happen. He was playing at the time of Anil Kumble, and a waning Kumble was preferred to him every time.

Anyway I never imagined that any one from Kerala would ever play for the land after that. Then some of our men got inducted to the BCCI and that helped a bit. First Tinu Yohannan got the call; he did not make much of it. Then Srisanth was in the team. This young guy had all the luck in the world. He got the breaks at the right time and was good too, but got a bit carried away by his celebrity status. As a result of an injury and ‘bad behavior’ he soon got out of the team. By then he had become the second bowler in India to have taken 50 test scalps in as few as 14 test appearances after Venkitesh Prasad!

After being the wilderness for the last 19 months the lad is back on the center stage again. I was watching him play on this day and saw the highlights of the last day too. He has improved, both in behavior and in bowling. He has lost a bit of pace, but that doesn’t matter and he bagged the “man of the match’ for his devoted efforts in the test and like always when he performs well, the match was won by India too.

I was a bit ashamed for him for his sniveling after being slapped by the infamous Baji. None of us in this Gods Own Country cry. Even our women don’t cry (If you ever come across a girl standing imperiously with arms folded under her chest anywhere in the world, it could be one of ours. Remember it’s not of ‘arms crossed on chest’ we are talking of here, that is a defensive gesture. Look at the photos).



( Girl with arms crossed on the chest)


( Woman with arms folded)



Well he made us all ashamed by being a cry baby in front of the cameras. We have always been an aggressive lot, we Keralites, it has to do with our mentality, and we grow up in an intensely competitive environment where no quarter is given for the weak. People here tend to view emotional outbursts as something which belongs to those who are far down the evolutionary ladder. This is natural in a land where the common laborers have opinions on what Obama should do or not do in international politics.

And then hilariously we produce a cry baby like Sri who succumbs to the tantrums of an absolute Neanderthal like Harbajan Singh ( Well, would anybody in their right senses go near a Sardar returning from a defeat, let alone say “Hard Luck” to him! The Sardar has no brains, he has only brawn. We thought our lads were far too wiser for that.) This Baji had called such great hulks like Symonds and Hayden things.



There is some serious issue with this guy. His head needs to be scanned to see if he has a brain at all. I like guts, I like when people stand up to oppressors, but needling mad bulls on the loose is not guts, its idiocy. And strangely Srisanth had followed suit. Even physical combat was offered by Mathew Hayden once. It would have been like pitting one of our great movie action hero’s against Mike Tyson. You could throw the remains to the birds to pick at afterwards.

The lad is back on the big stage now and he is talented; it is his business not to make us lament about him afterwards.

Anyway well done and good luck to him.