on Lava .....

How I miss her gold tresses,
the white ribbon so carelessly tied,
the shapeless clouds slithering past dark blue sinewy pines,
the warm sticky liquid smile that spills over his webbed wiry wizened face, the saffron sunset over the yonder hills, covered in a dark veil of a new bride,
the taste of the steaming potato dish, with very white suji rotis, her simple way of introducing me to her family, how she is not good at numbers ...
i have forgotten the clutter, the daily junk in my office, my life's debris ... the pungent yet sweet smell of herbs unknown, yet so irrestibilly enchanting, they swear they don't know it exists, yet I can feel the beckoning,
in its wild aroma,
the arousing... the rivulet, gurgling crystal clear water, meekly chuckling on dark cold stones,
covered in vividly green velvet that blue bird,
how it ignored me completely, perhaps, waiting for its mate, those tiny picture perfect homes, gloriously perched on stilts, with flowery orhids, the family lazing way in sun, on the porch, little kids,
with half closed eyes and rosy cheeks,
the purity shining through their shabby yet gaudy clothes, those all knowing smiles, the mild scorn for the 'town' folks, the dark green shrubs, we call tea,
the dark red flowers on a clear blue sky,
by a drying river...
like god's own mosaic... in this big creation we call life ...!!

Going ... Going .... Gone ..... !!!

Boy ... what a match ... fourth of March and the denizens of 'Youngistan' could make no mistakes ... and that once mighty Ozzies had to bow out to a team with an average age of 22 years ... but of course there was this Goliath of a cricketer ... Sachin, who made it possible, to the take the boys on a passage rites to become the man, they would hence forth be looked up to as ...

Economics wise this tourney was not as successful as the T20 but was very close ... one ad slot of 30 seconds went up to 2.5 L to 3.0 L and that made very good sense to the broadcasters and of course the Boards ...

Ponting and his few 'good' men put up a brave face while the Indians went berserk as was only proper. Aussie media had a power-shut-down ... a momentary lapse ... when they praised the 'new ascendants to the cricket throne' ... but they will be back ... coming summer ...!!


The 'crown' has been lost, the king is in dire straits, the king's men melancholy, few have bitten the dust, and few will have pledged to toil harder, in the times to come, but was it sweet music to an Indian ear, or a balmy buttery cajoling, when Dhoni's kids picked up the gift, they so deserved ..

For the Aussies though - it was long time coming and yesterday ... it was going ... going and gone !!