Slinging scribbles

    I just read out today's sport column which said that Ambati Rayudu and Paul Valthaty had a chance of making it to the West Indies Tour that is due for the month of june.I couldnt help but pity at the lame decision of our selectors.Since when have we started taking into account a person's form in a 20-20 format as a bar for getting into national team?With all due respect to all those who are great fan of the above i can only pity the selector's vision.We are slowly forgetting the inning-builders in our process of selection.If this goes on i wont be surprised there are no more dravids,laxmans who form the backbone of our Test team. I assure you that not even in my dreams do i have any doubt about the capability of these players but i simply do not agree with the selection criteria for the tour.Paul and Ambati have been excellent in their game and have shown a great potential of becoming one of the best players the country would ever see but to select a player on the basi...

While i adjust the speed of the fan to suit me and my placid surroundings,listening to keith's tonight i wanna cry just makes me nostalgic.I know it sounds like a wannabe who's trying to be sensitive at the drop of a hat but trust me,this song wont least disappoint you.It just reminds you of all the sacrifices you made,how much you loved and got depressed in the process and all that you observed within yourself and went unexpressed.While i write about it i wish to share the joy of the drink of tango that i had just had now.I know its a really diminutive pleasure to have in this materialistic world especially if one comes down to quantifying the extent of pleasures which is often we have always indulged in,it is rare and ravening.Hence let me share this wonderful moment with you all in case you feel like sharing it with me and i mean both,the idea of sharing it or meeting me up to have one. Unlike all days when i gulp the entire drink at one go to suffice my thirst today it wa...

Before i start ranting about all the things which deserve the least attention as expected from an 'Indian citizen' let me abase myself on how irregular and lazy i have become.The exams have got over at least a week before and by this time I could have easily immersed my pen for ravening writing sessions but alas!it was not meant to be. The exams though weren't as good as they should have been but nevertheless, I had a wonderful time giving them.It gave me a hint of what I could have achieved had I paid even the least attention it deserves in my life.I have always been vocal about the displeasure about the way our education system runs and hence the sarcasm.Anyways, my college days have ended, unless the moderators,with due respect to them,think of putting me up for an encore. Amid the chaos about India winning the World Cup,Anna Hazare fasting to get the Lokpal Bill introduced and many other scams that must have took place(We live in India,it thrives o...

Although the title of these post may scream out of its lungs to sound philosophical,it is not meant to be.One may even attribute this title to the lack of creativity in naming a better one.Neways without much ado let me justify it.I had given the entrance exam for a reputed college for mass communication course.Much to my chagrin,inspite of a nice interview and equally better writing session i was put up in the waiting list,which essentially means am at the mercy of the students who have made it to the final merit list.Now the institute entertains only 40 students(mind you,the number was reduced from 80 to 40 this year), inspite of the sprawling campus which may round up to about 2 or 3acres easily.It seems ironical to me to have just 40 students in such a vast campus although they may argue that there are two more institutes adjacent to them which means just a little above 150 students or maybe even not.Moreso,at a time when India is facing shortage of adequate educational fa...

Struggling to find a perfect sky Just white and blue with no bird high I do not wish to be Just another guy Deep into the woods Lies the enigma of species Where do I find my success, Or is it just the miseries? Trying to decipher the mindless heart Actions that fail to synchronize by far Several dejections in store above par Wish I not be just the another guy It seems am just not the any other guy, For the problems I face Have no solution why, Unlike those for they who know why. Some things in life need special attention Like the sun who must rise to be worshipped for perfection Like the river who must flow to meet the sea and then the ocean Like the lovers who must love to complete their affection They cannot be ignored although it’s the trivial things they do And yet with their dedication and perseverance The day begins like the one that wasn’t new They earn respect for the quality devoid to me and revered to few. If efforts...

I be a man yet I say that, With sheer disgrace on my mankind When I say that, It’s just not me or you But chauvinistic men when I say that, Love women only for lust? How jejune when I say that; For ages compromising love for lust, Draining your fluid for the forceful fun Can’t you feel her pain when you fill your lust? Its foolish men when I say that What a coward piece of scribe When I write that; Can’t win her love yet play like a soldier; To what do you take your pride for? Is it even worthy enough to be severed by a brave sword? Pray, tell me you do feel shameless when I say that! I proclaim, am enough foolish, When I myself say that; For when I contemplate the unseen, My actions remain bleak. Though he, who writes and prays for all, Asks the providence for favor, for one for all; Do not make us foolish enough, Only to entertain our lust and desires! Love is what they ask and I pray for!  

Well,more than anyone and anybody this message is meant for me by far.the reason behind putting it on board must contribute to the laziness to which i attribute my lack of writing to.though its certainly not true that i dont hold the penchant for writing anymore for whenever i perceive the things that i see,my mind acts as a pen and jots down the intricacies with ease.its just that when it comes to rubbing the keys,my lust for writing vanishes.how i wish among the thousand other wishes,i had a self-auto pen which felt what i wrote(i mean it,the words aren't meant to be mistaken) without the support of my hand?That would be such a novel deed to do for then my blog would feed itself from millions of words waiting to be digested into a nutritive potion.For instance,when i leave the house i wish to write about the pets,the milkman who delivers the protein with sublime success,the lovers oblivious of their surroundings,the falling leaves,the zephyr,my mother;the list just seems endless....