IPL - Intentional Pun Limitless

straight over the head of ekta kapoor went the ball from lalit modi's bat for a six.welcome the new masala in prime time slot in stupid box for all ages in any indian home; this time from more scenic stadiums and less fanatic spectators. "Indian Premier League" was back, kicking behind all political, economical, brand-franchise issues. mr modi must be a relaxed man.this time he and his so called "glamours of the game" were far away from the stares of mr mutalik & his grandpas.cheers to intricate diplomacy of every one involved!!!

my "fair" horse this time was kolkata knight riders. this was not only because of the team management's involvement in everything but the game but also to see how mr buchanan messes it all up.after an unintentional win against kings, i also actively took part in gibberish discussions with my hostel mates analysing every dark and bright corners of this extravaganza.things turned out as predicted.my horse ended the carnival on top of the table (basically i was looking at the table upside down. come on guys- i am a loyal supporter).

however, the best part of this years madness for me is a particular blog - FAKE IPL PLAYER. that guy was the only one who could only spice it up with his jargon.the nicknames,sarcastic reviews and dressing room (& few other rooms also)updates were not in any way less interesting from hayden's ruthless crushing of opponent's bowlers.some more than 8000 followers of the blog can testify that the game was on in blogger also.

one thing i wonder at times is how these cricketers gain and loose their secrets in this period of time.(well they are sharing the dressing room after all).some overenthusiastic of this bunch at times mess up with their future prospect because of various "contributing factors".i hope force india f1 guys haven't seen this picnic.i at times feel pity for sutil or fisichella.jumbo n his guys r really lucky(mr. malya is prefering emotions over investment; nt bad!!!)


the carnival is over for this year.its time for a strategy break for a year.next year may be it will be back with some weirder innovations and surprises.that time i may pick up a pony instead a horse.

belligerent

things are meant to be like they are.then why do we wish they should change? the word expectation is really very dicey.depending on perspective,it is often deadly than terms like "greed" or "selfishness".it's not so simple to sing "goodbye, cruel worlds" always.if the domain of agnostic is limited only to god, then whats up for the mortal souls seeking comfort in each other's emptiness? at times the phrases "sweet sacrifice" and "sweet revenge" act as synonyms.


according to me,morbidity of copying something for the sake of faking happiness in life is the biggest crime."let there be light"- why the fuck should there always be light?if one arranges the words inhibition,premonition & clairsentient in any order,they will always depict the same thinking line.the moment the truth around us pokes its nose in our daily itinerary, we get pissed off.what if we stop hanging around the things we desperately want & rather consider every breath as the last one?


let every whisper be very loud....

one more day n still counting.....

pink floyd is god's greatest gift to me.i often wonder why i am so infatuated by it.well may be because it replies to each and every mood swings of mine; may be every pink floyd song asks the same question -" how are you different from the rest?"; may be because those sound mixing haunt me like anything else in this world....i really don't know. how can anyone be so true with expressions like "dark side of the moon", "what do you want from me?","dark sarcasms in the classroom","wish you were here","atom heart mother","comfortably numb"....the list can run down to infinity.
each one of them bearing the testimony of helplessness and pseudo intellectualism.

life often turns out to be very predictive.that's when,according to me, one starts asking questions. all the insecurities of life rushes to fill the comforting voids in the mind.we try to seek for those answers;the questions of which we never can think of.we expect people to read us the way we want but not the way they wish to. eventually it turns out in poetry mocking existence of one's thinking capabilities...bull shit....!!!!!!

looks are deceptive--that's what they say.well it never is.we turn out to be illiterate in reading the real face.then we accuse others and try to hide our in capabilities.however there is nothing wrong in this-human instincts after all.

i have a portrait of Che Guevara on the wall of my room.my hostel mates brand me as "bangali naxalite".i at times can't decide how to react to this one. i feel sad that an idea is being branded and iconised like this. moreover any revolution ;even if is a failure;must be respected.above all one can't claim to understand Marxism and its conjunctions with naxalism. i wish i could talk to those eyes just below the cap with the star.

the distress of life lies within the fact that anger is furnished in some dead blogs or in some dry poetry diaries..