The wonderful game called CRICKET

The second most popular sport in the world, having just a third of the number of teams participating in the world cup and less then 20 percent of the number of teams actually playing the sport compared to its big brother sport football.

There are a hell of a lot of people in this country who follow the game just because everyone else does... There are people who love entertainment and a game of cricket is no less drama so they watch the sport..

And there are people like me who love the romance the sport offers... People like me follow the game for the pure spectacle it is... From the pre match show to the last minute of the game observing all the minute details from the field positions to the seam position of the ball... We don't mind watching all the 5 days of a gripping test match down under and wonder why timeless tests were scrapped.. We watch it to witness those fiery spells of fast bowling: like that of Allan Donald to Mike Artheton and the Waugh brothers...like that of curtly ambrose to Steve Waugh... Like that of Morne Morkel and Dale Steyn to the Aussies... Or like the one bowled by Wahab Riaz to Shane Watson... Its the pure romance of a game which the batsman has dominated is dancing to the tune of some really skillful bowling.. We watch it for those epic batting innings played to save or win a test.. Like Laxman's and Rahul's epic partnership in Kolkata... Or the back breaking and a heartbreaking 137 by SACHIN in Chennai... Like the gutsy 144 from Dada at Brisbane or the epic 281 ball 37 from ABD in Sydney to save a test... We love the sport for the little intricacies it provides...There is so much fun in predicting an LBW decision before the umpire decides... There is fun in knowing how LBW works in the first place... To see that screaming cover drive all along the ground from Virat Kohli... Or that short arm punch that Ponting used so effectively to the short ball... We love the game for that one delivery which pitches on middle and hits the top of off... We love it for that ball that is just outside off on the 4th stump that is well left by the batter... We love it when a flat track bully like Rohit Sharma is left to fend off Mitchell Johnson on a fast Perth wicket and he does it with aplomb... We also love it for the people who make the viewing more special... For the witty sledging that happens in the commentary box. We love it for the there is so much stats and math involved.. We love it for the complicated duck worth lewis... The toughest rule available in the sporting world perhaps... We love the game for all the little factors that matter from the crack in the pitch to the seam wearing out to the grain of the wood used in the bats...

Cricket is not just about 4s and 6s... Its a splendour of delicate love making...

Twenty Five..

This is the fourth year in a row I have been dutifully writing birthday posts and I start exactly at the same time. Its around 11:30 at night when everyone else is asleep and you wait for the clock to strike twelve so that you can say you are officially an year old now.

So Its been 25 years and now i can put down my cribs as my Quarter Life Crisis.

This is the time I take a recap of the year that has passed. 2014 has not been the greatest year. Not that a lot has gone bad but nothing has been outstanding. College has been monotonous and same. Only now there is some excitement planned. My life has taken a turn for good. I am pretty sure the next and the coming years are going to be different and good. (Details later). As I had no much expectations of the year, it lived up to it and was bland (barring a few mind boggling instances)

The most saddest part of the year was in the last month when I broke my camera. It has been a priced possession and i sank that day like never before. I am still kicking myself for it. Hard times for the photographer in me. :(

New year!! New Hopes! New Desires!!! Hope everything goes very well and things in my mind take a rest for good.

Happy 25th to me!!!

I have planned to close down this blog and start writing on Tumblr (if you are really interested:  http://www.memoriesandmegapixels.tumblr.com/)

When Cupid Strikes...

Sitting in a bus by the window, stuck in a jam, frustrated with the Bangalore traffic, swearing i plug in my phone for some music.. Light breeze picks up and the clouds gather. The weather turns Romantic. My phone as though in cue plays a lovely romantic song. i calm down, open the window as lovely cool breeze hits my face. I drift off into a dream.....

The first time i met you, i patiently waited for you. But without even seeing, i had fallen for you, for your voice,for the care, your attitude, the love you showered, everything. And  Seeing you that day made sure that the feelings i had for you made a permanent residence in me.
It was as if GOD had customized you to my requirements..
The grace in your walk, the silky hair that bounced up and down every time you took a step, life was all in slow motion for a split second...your eyes coal black, wandering here and there as if searching for someone , your lips trembling,the nose puckering, the eyelids batting. nothing else mattered for me at that moment. I had decided that you would be the love of my life. My soul-mate i was searching for.
And when you finally saw me, i saw the happiness in your eyes, which i had never seen in anybody. Your little hands shivering from fear, the words flowed hesitantly. Even then the voice felt as if the vocal cords were dipped in a sea of honey.
I never was able to speak properly then as i was lost admiring the Almighty's creation.
how could somebody be so beautiful, so very perfect, so sweet?

And what better way could the journey have started, having an ice cream in Corner house. It was Bliss as i had my 2 loves together. A Death by chocolate, and you sharing it with me.
It was just a week later I proposed my love . From then on life was a joy to live. Every new day had more life in it, and it was a joy to live it and spend it with you.
I relive every date we were on, the fights we had for every small issue, the movie we went, the endless calls, all the lovely texts, the gifts exchanged, those endless walks we had, those insane conversations, those bike rides, the first hug, the first kiss... and now i know why people say Time flies when you are having a great time.. 

It has been exactly 3 years since then and now. I'm sure that i will experience the same feeling i had the first day we met and every single time i saw you from then on...  the same grace, the same trembling lips, same searching eyes, the same batting eyelids and the same honey coated voice to greet me.

I look up to the heavens, one hi-five to god for sending me one of the angels.

                                                                                -to be continued....