For A Change

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Mad torrents of the river sweep off my every root

While I make some silent prayer for my every fruit

Mad winds of the sky shame my branches to nude

While I wish for a change, I suffer to live this feud

I stand still for one fine day they shall calm down

And I shall dance like a princess in a green gown

Sigh! What if I can spring and sprint like them too

Only to see and sense the world in its colours true

I then ask them “Does blithe of life forever flow?”

But they say “Oh pretty, like we know, so we go”

How strangely relative are our dreams and quests

The ones who wait make the change gain the bests
I so shall seep the waters and blow with the breeze
For living is worth if every change is under our seize

Nothing better than nature to teach what and how a change should be like and yet everything stay suave and subtle. If there is anything wanting change, it is the way we look at and live life. I wish we had the power to do that, I wish we were but natural, in accepting challenges, in living more than for ourselves, in believing faith, in working for the good and in loving this world :-)

-R.

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'The Wall' Stands Tall

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"I have failed at times, but I will never stop trying...I leave with sadness but also with pride"

"Come watch, Dravid is playing" is what my folks told me all these years and today I realize I shall not be hearing this anymore. It is all the more difficult for people like me who are used to watching this game only because of him. Someone has rightly said “It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches.” That is exactly what I am feeling.

As a matter of fact he is all that I know about cricket and I wouldn't be wrong if I say that in my dictionary he is synonymous to the game, and shall always stay so. I do not know much of his catches, centuries or any other records. Cricket to me is as alien as desert to penguins. But whatever cricket that I know today I owe it to this one dependable, and after today I have scary second thoughts about my interest in cricket.

If cricket was really a gentleman's game, we do not have to look up to anyone else but this man. He is among those few men who have always played and lived cricket with dignity. For many genuine reasons other than the game I have always ‘admired’ Dravid. One simple and sensible reason is ’for the person he naturally is’ His persistence and his patience was always evident on the field and scoreboard. We always knew the match shall not be lost if not won, for Rahul was there at the crease which meant the match shall not end any sooner!

The wall always stood tall, and continues to if not on the field but as a living legend of the game. As I type these lines here I see an old visual of him on the television saying "You mess with India, you mess with me" with a wink. Respect.

-R.

Time for Life

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Summer is arriving and it is best felt in the dawn. The coldness is not cold anymore and today was a fairly warm day. It was one of those days when I do not plan anything in particular but spend it doing things I like doing the most. I jogged for almost two hours today in the wee hours of morning even before the sun decided to wake up, the morning walk and jog people in the neighbourhood park who are no more strangers to me could not stop themselves from being inquisitive about that extra hour that I put in. A very concerned uncle asked me "Why are you tiring yourself Doctor?"and all I did was smile and say "Because its a Sunday". I am pretty sure that he walked two extra rounds in the park after that.

Sometimes, well most of the times we blame the lack of time for not being able to do things what we like. And how wrong we are! Nobody and nothing can take away our time without we having a say. Often we let go off our likings, hobbies, habits, ideas, thoughts, wishes and dreams in the process of passing the day and accepting come what may. And all that happens meanwhile is we just grow old, from the twenties to the forties.Of course there are some 'snuggle under the quilt' moments, think about this friends, if living was all about this where is the time for life?

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-R.