JANAMDIN PAR EK DOST KA PEGAAM
JANAMDIN KE IS SHUB MAUKE PAR
BHAGWAN SE YEH DUA KARTA HUN
KI DUNIYA BHAR KI SAARI KHUSHIYAN
AAPKE JEEVAN MEIN BHARDE WOH
KAAMIYAABI AAPKE KADAM CHOOME
AUR AAPKI ZINDAGI SAFAL HO
DOST-RISHTEDAARON KI SAARI DUAYE
HAMESHA AAPKE SAATH HO
AAPKA YEH IKKISWA SAAL
ZINDAGI MEIN NAYI RAUNAK LAAYE
AAPKE DIL KI HAR EK MURAAD
IS NAYE SAAL MEIN POORA HO JAAYE
AAPKE DOSTI NE JAISE
SABKE JEEVAN MEIN RAUNAK BHARDI
WAISE HI AAPKE JEEVAN MEIN
KHUSHIYON KA BHAUCHAR HO
AUR AAPKI YEH MUSKURAHAT
HAMESHA BARKARAR HO
BY
SHRAVAN SWARUP
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Indian Cricket Saga……
The Indian Cricket Saga……
“The Players don’t have the technique to face the short ball….
The Players are not fit enough; they are overweight and love partying….
The Captain had not fielded the best playing eleven…”
These are some of the reasons given by some the senior cricketers for the Indian teams’ dismal performance in the T20 world cup. But I have a couple of questions…
How many players in the Indian Squad were selected because of their technique?
How many players were selected for their consistency?
Sadly the answer to these questions is ‘NONE’. The Indian cricket team selection was never based on good technique or consistency. If that were the criteria then most of the members of the squad (be it ODI, Test ot T20) would not find place in the team.
What all of India wants are big hitting entertainers who, on a flat track or against an average attack, can tear apart the opposition. Not just the selectors even the public and media is of the same view. The day the selectors decide to take the right moves effigies are burnt, there are protests on the street, questions about bias start rising. That is the sad story of Indian Cricket.
A Rahul Dravid never gets the due credit for his technique or consistency. It’s the Entertainers who are piled up with accolades. There are so many players waiting in the wings with good technique but are always overlooked because they do not tear apart an opposition on a flat track but instead choose to play second fiddle to some batsmen with no technique whatsoever who can on his day (which is rarity) be destructive.
As far as bowling goes. People are always commenting on the lack of players who can bowl fast. Wake up!!! Barring Harbhajan We don’t have a good spinner as well. Reason I attribute again to the importance given to hard hitting batsmen. No one wants to be a Rahul Dravid or a Anil Kumble because they have seen that a big heart and quality performances are not given the due respect in India. All that the selection committee, media and the Indian Audience want to see is hard hitting batting. Bowling is given a back seat. Again that’s the sad story of Indian cricket.
That’s why we had the rebel league in India which has lead to some quality players like Ambati Raydu, A. Jhunjunwala, T.P. Singh, Ali Murtaza lose favour amongst the selectors. I don’t see any of them featuring even in the Indian A Team. That again is the sad story of Indian cricket.
Well that’s it from me today…. Will be back soon with some more ‘Hard Hitting’ comments…
“The Players don’t have the technique to face the short ball….
The Players are not fit enough; they are overweight and love partying….
The Captain had not fielded the best playing eleven…”
These are some of the reasons given by some the senior cricketers for the Indian teams’ dismal performance in the T20 world cup. But I have a couple of questions…
How many players in the Indian Squad were selected because of their technique?
How many players were selected for their consistency?
Sadly the answer to these questions is ‘NONE’. The Indian cricket team selection was never based on good technique or consistency. If that were the criteria then most of the members of the squad (be it ODI, Test ot T20) would not find place in the team.
What all of India wants are big hitting entertainers who, on a flat track or against an average attack, can tear apart the opposition. Not just the selectors even the public and media is of the same view. The day the selectors decide to take the right moves effigies are burnt, there are protests on the street, questions about bias start rising. That is the sad story of Indian Cricket.
A Rahul Dravid never gets the due credit for his technique or consistency. It’s the Entertainers who are piled up with accolades. There are so many players waiting in the wings with good technique but are always overlooked because they do not tear apart an opposition on a flat track but instead choose to play second fiddle to some batsmen with no technique whatsoever who can on his day (which is rarity) be destructive.
As far as bowling goes. People are always commenting on the lack of players who can bowl fast. Wake up!!! Barring Harbhajan We don’t have a good spinner as well. Reason I attribute again to the importance given to hard hitting batsmen. No one wants to be a Rahul Dravid or a Anil Kumble because they have seen that a big heart and quality performances are not given the due respect in India. All that the selection committee, media and the Indian Audience want to see is hard hitting batting. Bowling is given a back seat. Again that’s the sad story of Indian cricket.
That’s why we had the rebel league in India which has lead to some quality players like Ambati Raydu, A. Jhunjunwala, T.P. Singh, Ali Murtaza lose favour amongst the selectors. I don’t see any of them featuring even in the Indian A Team. That again is the sad story of Indian cricket.
Well that’s it from me today…. Will be back soon with some more ‘Hard Hitting’ comments…
वाह ज़िन्दगी…
वाह ज़िन्दगी…
एक तरफ दिल की आवाज़ तो दूसरी तरफ लोगों की पुकार हैं…
एक तरफ अपनी खुशी तो दूसरी तरफ अपनों का साथ हैं..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
मंजिल सामने है, पर जा नहीं पा रहा हूँ मैं..
क्या चाहिए मुझे, ये तै नहीं कर पा रहा हूँ मैं..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
अपना कौन पराया कौन कुछ समझ आता नहीं..
किसकी सुनु और किसकी नहीं, ये मुझे पता नहीं..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
सभी अपने ही दिखते हैं.. सभी भला ही चाहते हैं..
पर कोई नहीं ये सोचता की मेरा दिल क्या चाहता हैं…
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
यार मिलते भी हैं, तो भिछडने केलिए..
खुशिया देती भी हैं तो, कुछ ही समय केलिए..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
क्या करूँ क्या न करूँ कुछ समझ आता नहीं..
रास्ता दिखाने वाला कोई नज़र आता नहीं..
ज़िन्दगी यह मेरा एक चर्कव्युह बन गया हैं..
जिसका तोड़ मुझे, कहीं नज़र आता नहीं..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
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श्रवण स्वरुप
एक तरफ दिल की आवाज़ तो दूसरी तरफ लोगों की पुकार हैं…
एक तरफ अपनी खुशी तो दूसरी तरफ अपनों का साथ हैं..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
मंजिल सामने है, पर जा नहीं पा रहा हूँ मैं..
क्या चाहिए मुझे, ये तै नहीं कर पा रहा हूँ मैं..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
अपना कौन पराया कौन कुछ समझ आता नहीं..
किसकी सुनु और किसकी नहीं, ये मुझे पता नहीं..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
सभी अपने ही दिखते हैं.. सभी भला ही चाहते हैं..
पर कोई नहीं ये सोचता की मेरा दिल क्या चाहता हैं…
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
यार मिलते भी हैं, तो भिछडने केलिए..
खुशिया देती भी हैं तो, कुछ ही समय केलिए..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
क्या करूँ क्या न करूँ कुछ समझ आता नहीं..
रास्ता दिखाने वाला कोई नज़र आता नहीं..
ज़िन्दगी यह मेरा एक चर्कव्युह बन गया हैं..
जिसका तोड़ मुझे, कहीं नज़र आता नहीं..
वाह ज़िन्दगी.. तू भी कितनी अजीब है…
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श्रवण स्वरुप
Monday, May 31, 2010
ज़िन्दगी का सफ़र
ज़िन्दगी का सफ़र
सफ़र पर हम निकल पड़े हैं, मंजिल का मगर पता नहीं |
चौरास्ते पर आके रुक गए है, सही राह हमें पता नहीं |
ऐसी ही दुविधा से हर कोई है गुज़रता |
ज़िन्दगी से आखिर हासिल करना है क्या
ये किसी को भी पता नहीं |
चौरास्ते पर होते है चार मोड़,
एक, जो दिल की मंजिल तक ले जाता है,
एक, जो दिमाग की बात सुन लेता है,
एक, जो दुनिया के कहने पर चलता है,
और, आखरी जो पीठ दिखाके भाग लेता है |
नसीब वाला हे वोह इंसान जिसे चुन्ने की कोई ज़रुरत नहीं |
एक सीदा रास्ता हो, कहीं कोई मोड़ नहीं |
पर ऐसी परिस्थितिया तो सिर्फ कल्पनाओ में संभव है,
वास्तव मे ऐसा रास्ता मैंने तो कभी देखा नहीं |
क्या किसीने कभी सोचा है की ज़िन्दगी के राह कि मंजिल आखिर हे, तो वो हे क्या?
ये सफ़र कब होता हे खतम?
और मौत इसकी आखरी मंजिल हे क्या?
मेरा तो ये मानना हे -
मौत मंजिल का अंत है, सफ़र कि आखरी मंजिल नहीं |
और मंजिल कि शुरुवात होती है तब, जब रास्ते मे कोई मोड़ बचे नहीं |
अर्थात
मंजिल का मतलब ये नहीं की रास्ता समाप्त हो जाता है |
मंजिल का मतलब ये है की हमें अब चुनने की ज़रुरत नहीं और,
चैन की ज़िन्दगी बिताके चैन से मर सकते हैं वहीँ |
श्रवण स्वरुप
सफ़र पर हम निकल पड़े हैं, मंजिल का मगर पता नहीं |
चौरास्ते पर आके रुक गए है, सही राह हमें पता नहीं |
ऐसी ही दुविधा से हर कोई है गुज़रता |
ज़िन्दगी से आखिर हासिल करना है क्या
ये किसी को भी पता नहीं |
चौरास्ते पर होते है चार मोड़,
एक, जो दिल की मंजिल तक ले जाता है,
एक, जो दिमाग की बात सुन लेता है,
एक, जो दुनिया के कहने पर चलता है,
और, आखरी जो पीठ दिखाके भाग लेता है |
नसीब वाला हे वोह इंसान जिसे चुन्ने की कोई ज़रुरत नहीं |
एक सीदा रास्ता हो, कहीं कोई मोड़ नहीं |
पर ऐसी परिस्थितिया तो सिर्फ कल्पनाओ में संभव है,
वास्तव मे ऐसा रास्ता मैंने तो कभी देखा नहीं |
क्या किसीने कभी सोचा है की ज़िन्दगी के राह कि मंजिल आखिर हे, तो वो हे क्या?
ये सफ़र कब होता हे खतम?
और मौत इसकी आखरी मंजिल हे क्या?
मेरा तो ये मानना हे -
मौत मंजिल का अंत है, सफ़र कि आखरी मंजिल नहीं |
और मंजिल कि शुरुवात होती है तब, जब रास्ते मे कोई मोड़ बचे नहीं |
अर्थात
मंजिल का मतलब ये नहीं की रास्ता समाप्त हो जाता है |
मंजिल का मतलब ये है की हमें अब चुनने की ज़रुरत नहीं और,
चैन की ज़िन्दगी बिताके चैन से मर सकते हैं वहीँ |
श्रवण स्वरुप
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Ros (Anointing)
The Day before Yesterday (6th Jan) I went to attend my friends Ros Ceremony. Ros is one of the traditional ceremonies of the Goan Catholics conducted one or two days before the wedding wherein the bride and the groom are anointed with a mixture of coconut water and milk by the parents, relatives and close friends as a sign of their blessings to the couple.
I missed the Ros of the Groom as it was on the 5th and i was in the train at that time, but i ensured i attended that of the bride.
My friends and i reached the house of the bride at around 20:00 hrs and found that the house was glittering with lights and a few close relatives were all gathered and having a good time. I guess they were waiting for all the guests to assemble so that the Ceremony could begin.
At 20:30 after the snaks and the soft drinks, everybody were all geared up for the ceremony to begin. Us friends has decided we would be emptying not one but two buckets of the mixture onto the bride. Suddenly a couple of the brides cousins rushed up to us and requested us to keep the bucket for the last as they had their own surprise all planned. We promptly agreed as we judged by the devilish grins on the faces of those girls (who in normal circumstances would appear to be two innocent angels), that the bride would need the bucket of water after the they were through with their surprise... :-)
Anyways, the long wait ended the ceremony had begun... The parents and elederly relatives started off by pouring and rubbing a handfull of the mixture and giving their blessings. Then came the cousins... we noticed that all of them were holding eggs in their hands.. soon the eggs were broken and rubbed off on the bride.. Well what can I say.. I was kind of dissapointed.. was that the surprise we were looking forward to??? because that was kind of predictable.. Well the answer is 'NO' suddenly one of the cousins came out with a paste.. a slimy looking paste it was.. It was dirty grren in color like that off the moss that forms on the walls during the monsoons.. Texture not too pleasing... That kicked off the screaming of the girls around esspecially that of the younger sister of the bride, who started yelling at the cousins.. but the cousins were pretty determined to achieve what they had planned and in the end did achieve it.. luckily though they did not put it all and they targeted only the hands and some of it on the Clothes..
Well next it was us.. Me being a veg i was not very comfortable with all the broken eggs around and the their smell in the air... but hey it was a ceremony and we had a plan.. so we stuck to it... Two buckets filled with the mixture were emptied on the bride... And i think she would have enjoyed it... considering wat had happended a couple of minutes back... :-)
Well the ceremony had come to an end.. it was time for dinner.. unfortunately a couple of my frineds and myself had to leave early.. So after a couple of snaps with the bride and the groom we were all set to leave... But before going curiosity got the better of us and we went to the cousins to enquire the contents of that greasy, slimy stuff that was applied.... Turned out to be...
Bananas, Tomatoes, Eggs and Food Colour...
I missed the Ros of the Groom as it was on the 5th and i was in the train at that time, but i ensured i attended that of the bride.
My friends and i reached the house of the bride at around 20:00 hrs and found that the house was glittering with lights and a few close relatives were all gathered and having a good time. I guess they were waiting for all the guests to assemble so that the Ceremony could begin.
At 20:30 after the snaks and the soft drinks, everybody were all geared up for the ceremony to begin. Us friends has decided we would be emptying not one but two buckets of the mixture onto the bride. Suddenly a couple of the brides cousins rushed up to us and requested us to keep the bucket for the last as they had their own surprise all planned. We promptly agreed as we judged by the devilish grins on the faces of those girls (who in normal circumstances would appear to be two innocent angels), that the bride would need the bucket of water after the they were through with their surprise... :-)
Anyways, the long wait ended the ceremony had begun... The parents and elederly relatives started off by pouring and rubbing a handfull of the mixture and giving their blessings. Then came the cousins... we noticed that all of them were holding eggs in their hands.. soon the eggs were broken and rubbed off on the bride.. Well what can I say.. I was kind of dissapointed.. was that the surprise we were looking forward to??? because that was kind of predictable.. Well the answer is 'NO' suddenly one of the cousins came out with a paste.. a slimy looking paste it was.. It was dirty grren in color like that off the moss that forms on the walls during the monsoons.. Texture not too pleasing... That kicked off the screaming of the girls around esspecially that of the younger sister of the bride, who started yelling at the cousins.. but the cousins were pretty determined to achieve what they had planned and in the end did achieve it.. luckily though they did not put it all and they targeted only the hands and some of it on the Clothes..
Well next it was us.. Me being a veg i was not very comfortable with all the broken eggs around and the their smell in the air... but hey it was a ceremony and we had a plan.. so we stuck to it... Two buckets filled with the mixture were emptied on the bride... And i think she would have enjoyed it... considering wat had happended a couple of minutes back... :-)
Well the ceremony had come to an end.. it was time for dinner.. unfortunately a couple of my frineds and myself had to leave early.. So after a couple of snaps with the bride and the groom we were all set to leave... But before going curiosity got the better of us and we went to the cousins to enquire the contents of that greasy, slimy stuff that was applied.... Turned out to be...
Bananas, Tomatoes, Eggs and Food Colour...
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