Monday, May 23, 2011

Poetry: “Test”ing Times

[Celebrating the end of the exam season with this poem, dedicated to all the students]


Sailing through the stormy seas,
The promise of paradise beyond the bend.
Exams make us go weak at our knees,
Yet we fight on till the very end.

As the time flies without a compass,
And our hopes diminish to sheer resent,
The test of knowledge seems ridiculous,
It’s creativity to the rescue at the end.

Struggling to string together words,
To make a meaning out of thin air.
Freedom is what we seek in all worlds,
To live our life the way we deem fair.
                   - Vipin

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Phoenix Of Indian Cricket – Sourav Ganguly


He hails from the Mecca of Indian Cricket. The land of the ‘babus’ and of course the mouth watering Rasagullas (Pronounce ro-sho-gulla). The man needs no introduction for he is considered as the ‘God of the Off-Side.’ Sourav Gangly scripted a dream debut in the early 90’s where he scored a sparkling ton in the home of World Cricket – LORDS. There has been no looking back ever since. He, along with good friends Rahul Dravid and Sachin Tendulkar went on to redefine Indian Cricket in the mid-90’s. They were soon christened as the ‘Three Musketeers’ of Indian Cricket.

The ‘Three Musketeers’ led a charmed life reaching unparallel heights. Adversaries came, adversaries went but none could match the charisma, grit and determination of the trio. They took Indian Cricket to the peak and ensured that the future is secure. Everything looked hunky-dory, some would have thought. Spot Fixing scandal – the dreaded word came to haunt them and they were brought under the hammer. The then Indian captain, Md. Azharuddin was banned for life and the entire team was under serious scrutiny. After serious actions taken by the BCCI, a compromising solution was formulated.
Sourav Ganguly, who was transforming into a mature batsman was handed the reins and he was given the responsibility of resurging the team out from the dumps. This was his first instance of having to make a comeback. Not for himself but for 11 men of a disgraced team.

In came John Wright, India’s first foreign coach. With him came innovation, new ideas and the hunger to perform. The Natwest Series, Series victories in Sri Lanka and West Indies and laudable performances in England were some of the highlights of the era under ‘Dada’ as Ganguly is fondly called. The Eden Garden Test in 2000 where Laxman and Dravid scripted a spirited comeback was hugely attributed to Ganguly’s captaincy. Viru Sehwag’s rise as an opener was a child of Ganguly’s creative brain. The emergence of a new prince in Yuvraj Singh had a lot to do with Sourav’s guidance and panache to identify talent.  Under him the team went through to the finals of the 2003 World Cup. This was a momentous occasion. Ganguly was pronounced as the best captain India ever had. He was living a dream, a dream no one ever dared to imagine.
In walked Greg Chappell, one of Australia’s most famous Captains and a legendary batsman. He was a task master and craved for more power. There was ego clash between him and Sourav and the dressing room started splitting up. Even then, the team started winning some games and started raking up victories. Bad form saw Ganguly being stripped of his captaincy and he was even dropped from the team for some time. The World Cup Debacle – Considered by many as perhaps the second disgrace to Indian Cricket after the spot fixing allegations. Again the entire team was blamed but the blame was on the ‘Prince of Kolkata.’ He was after all a senior member wasn’t he? Dropped-Disgraced- Destroyed.

The prince came back to his kingdom, the Eden Gardens. Trained hard under his coach, shed sweat and overcame all odds. He soon made it to the team only to be dropped again but this time for a longer period. For almost a year he was in oblivion, but not many knew that he went back to his basics. Trained extra hard, gave his hundred and ten percent and started studying the game. He was leaner, fitter and HUNGRIER.  He started churning out centuries after centuries in domestic cricket.
India’s tour of South Africa beckoned. India had called back their crown prince and he was ready for yet another come back. 4 innings with very consistent performances and he was back to doing what he does best – Murdering the bowlers through the off-side. After consistent performance he hung his cricketing shoes in style after hitting a century. He retired from test and ODI cricket on a high, Dada style.
The IPL – India won the inaugural T20 championship and that led to the birth of the IPL. Dada was named Icon and later captain of the Kolkata Knight Riders, co-owned by the charismatic Shah Rukh Khan. The first season did not go to expectation and he was stripped off his captaincy in the second season. This led to poor performance from him and the team dipped lower than the first season. He was re-instated as captain on public demand from his ever-faithful fans. The third edition saw him single handedly taking the team to victories, but he was a lone warrior which didn’t help the team in a huge way. Third year in a row the Knight Riders failed. The blame?  Who else but Sourav Ganguly.
The IPL Auction. 2 new teams and a major reshuffle was on the cards. Indian players were selling like hot cake.
Sourav Ganguly with a base price of $400,000. UNSOLD.
Everyone wrote him off. He wont be playing this year they said. He has lost his charm, some pointed out. He no longer has the fire power, others thought.
The WARRIOR PRINCE had other ideas. Pune warriors India signed him as a last minute replacement to Ashish Nehra. They needed him much more than he needed to be in the IPL. They needed motivation and they needed the PHEONIX to RISE again.

Here comes DADA. Let us all rise and hail the MASTER or all COMEBACKS!



Sunday, May 1, 2011

Passion: That's what Life’s all about!

You discover your passion; you discover yourself. It definitely adds more meaning to your existence…. and you’ll finally discover your purpose in life!
And when you get there, you will be the happiest you can!
Like M.Shinoda of Fort minor said  in his song : “Its not about the money, its all about the reality and making some noise” I’d like to stress on the fact that it is extremely important for each of us to choose our careers in such a way that we love what we do or even better do what we love!



I can assure you, you’ll be a bigger and a better success when you follow your gut and do what you love doing the most, because you are bound to put in the best of your efforts, and success will come to you naturally - no matter what you choose as your career.


So,I urge you all to discover your passion(s),if you haven’t already don’t just sit there and wait for it to happen, start right now… coz you have all the time in the world. Just go out there and show ‘em all what you’re made of..Infact it isn’t even about “them” its about YOU!

So, remember: its never too late for anything. Good luck and Shine On!!


                             - Priya

Friday, April 8, 2011

Poetry: Be The One!

What is the use of power,
When there is blood and strife?
Why do we have to run to take cover,
When we can rise and strike?

What is the use of authority,
When the people despise its right?
Why do we worry of being a minority,
When we can still stand and fight?

What is the purpose to lead,
When there's none willing to follow?
Why do we have to bleed,
When our ideas can wipe out all sorrow?

What is the need to live,
When you can inspire none!
Why do you have to live,
When you can't be the one!
                         - Vipin

[This Poem is dedicated to Anna Hazare, who has taken a valiant stand against corruption in our country.
"The results of your actions may turn out to be inconsequential. But your efforts at inspiring a nation deserves a special token of recognition." ]

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Dreams Unlimited – BLEEDING BLUE


It was a typical Indian summer noon – hot and humid in the city of Dreams, Mumbai. Out came the two wicketkeeper-captains: M.S.Dhoni and Kumar Sangakkara.
9 hours later – The nation would erupted. Cricket here is nothing less than a religion and one man..or should I say one GOD was at the epicentre of the storm. He defied all odds, against different hurdles, and he has been doing it for 22 years.
This was HIS Dream.
He entered his own den. The crowd went on..SACHIN..SACHIN ..Dhak Dhak Dhak !! SACHIN..SACHIN !! One could feel the passion in every hear beat, and there was this little man who looked determined. Chasing a mammoth 275 under lights, he saw his aggressive ally Virender Sehwag fall on the second ball of the inning. He bowed down. Does he have enough resources. He always trusted his team mates and he will continue doing so. He wanted this badly, wasn’t this what he had been waiting for 22 long years? Wasn’t this the only ammunition missing in his armoury? After some mouth watering cover drives and on drives he fell. A skiddy ball from his own Mumbai Indians team mate Lasith Malinga found the edge and was pocketed by the wily Sangakkara. Collective silence. Was this the Beginning of the End?
The nation mourned.
The tournament’s top scorer – Thilakaratne Dilshan had a kind of fire in his eyes, you expect from fighting lions. The ball was tossed into his hands when the Teenage Sensation turned Mature Lad - Virat Kohli and Mr.Consistent Street Fighter-  Gautham Gambhir were going strong. He flipped it tight and his killer instincts made him go for a Lion-like leap to catch the ball. A brave soldier departed.
The Lion had its prey.
What the lion didn’t expect was a Tiger, a tiger equally determined on capturing the jungle. The tiger – M.S.Dhoni pushed himself up ahead of his friend and team mate – Yuvraj who had a dream tournament thus far. The crowd buzzed. Why was he doing this? What if he fails again? Has he gone mad? Tongues wagged as he made his way to the pitch with a willow in his hand. He looked like a hunter, but will it turn out to be a case of the hunter being hunted? CRACK!! 30 minutes in the middle and there it was – A booming six over point. An improvised version of his wristy Copter shot.
He was driven by that Dream
BOOM went the ball over long on. This was it – the moment 1.2 Billion Indians waited for over 28 years. Emotions ran high all across the nation. A 38 year old ran into the ground jumping and hopping. The aggressive Surd in Harbhajan ‘Bhajji’ Singh cried like a 2 year old. 15 men who BLED BLUE for the past 43 days hugged each other. Every drop of INDIAN BLUE formed the mighty Indian Ocean. The crowd roared – India..INDIA..Sachin..Sachin !! This was It. The final frontier some may say, but this was more than a match. This was more than a contest. This was more than life.
It was a Dream.


From Kanyakumari to Kashmir. From Chennai to Chandigarh. From Uttar Pradesh to Madhya Pradesh. Indians all across were BLEEDING BLUE. Forget the elections, forget the scams, forget the controversies, forget the troubles and forget the corruptions. The nation celebrated like a NATION. “We are the Champions”.
A member of the 1983 winning team – Ravi Shastri knew he couldn’t delay the inevitable. He couldn’t stop destiny. “I won’t stop you one second more. The cup is yours” he announced to roaring cheers from the crowd. Dhoni went up to the stage, where the ICC president Sharad Powar was waiting with the cup – the cup that counts. [Click] This frame will be played on forever, and believe me no one will get tired. Dhoni lifted the cup high amidst fireworks, champagne and millions of bits of papers, which wanted to fall on the cup and on the team members. Everyone wanted to be a part of this dream.
The Dream was now a reality!
 



























Dreams Unlimited fulfilled at the City of Dreams

WonderWords congratulates Team India on this magnificent Victory.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Poetry: Live to the Fullest


Life is never what it seems,
You never really get what you dream!
There's so much here we have to learn ,
and much much more we need to earn..
 
Life is never full of joys,
because: you must remember:
we are like God's toys!
Its His wish to play with us or not
to know what he has on mind is something
beyond the power which we've got!!
 
The meaning of life is never
properly understood..
Not like I know about it! but hey!
I'm one of you too!
 
All I can say is this:
 
Don't worry too much when you're sad
and don't get over angry when you're mad
because, you know ..
too much of anything is bad!!
 
 Be in control, be disciplined
Don't let go..and yet you must know
you can't always win!
 
So,take care and freak out,
but just stop and think
when in doubt.
                                   - Priya
 

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Poetry: The Darkest Hour

[This poem is dedicated to the victims of the double tragedies of earthquake and tsunami in Japan.
"May you find peace and solace when you most need it"]


The Darkest Hour
As the skies above turn fiery red,
And the ground below shakes our might,
A thousand cries for help go unheard,
Losing our conviction to a force we can’t fight!


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As the pillars we stood on gave away,
We grappled for a support that never was there.
To make hell hotter, we thought there wasn’t a way,
Then the waters came gushing in, showing us its dare!


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As the sea gave chase, destruction kept up its head,
Helpless thoughts and despair was all that it spared.
Through the darkest hour, as nature pronounced the dead,
We plead for survival, the only prayer left to be said!
                                                       - Vipin