CLASH OF THE TITANS

It’s actually more than that. It’s the match between the Champions v/s Challengers. It’s the match between the Past v/s Present. It’s the match between Honor v/s Courage. Yes it’s the match between Australia v/s India. I have never seen Mumbai roads so alone, nor during weekends nor during festivals. It’s because the people were worshiping their religion called ‘CRICKET’ and to watch their god ‘SACHIN’ to show them another miracle as the crowd at Motera waits.

You can imagine the heat generated by people at that venue, the madness. I missed the 1^st half as I was physically sitting in office, but my soul cheered for every ball. Checking out the scores through mobile, through internet, by every means where I can get the feel of every ball that is bowled. I was unlucky to see the man to who people had criticized a lot, used the tag ‘out of form’, but he stood tall. Ricky Pointing didn’t have to prove anything to the world, he just had to prove himself and he proved it very well. 23^rd March 2003 was the day he made a century against India at world cup final. Today it’s 24^th March 2011 and again he scored a century it seemed that nothing has changed. That man was the pillar at one end for the Australian inning while at other end it fell worse than a pyramid of cards. He won the heart of his fans; he won it again and will win it again till his last step.

I missed the moment when crowd went insane, were shouting till their breath as our god for the 1^st time in this world cup walk to show his magic with the ball. There it was the real action, two masters of cricket playing against each other to continue their run in this world cup. The overs were bowled and the crowds were on its feet cherishing the clash.

As the Australian innings was about to end I hit the road on my way back to home. I was amazed with the changed face of Mumbai. All Mumbaikars rushing to their home breaking all the rules of traffic and disciplined driving for which they are known throughout India. For me it didn’t matter as I too broke the rules of traffic and the only red signal that was visible for me to stop was my Home and I had the time dead line to reach before the 1^st ball is bowled.

I was well in time. Through TV I could feel the thunder as the GOD was ready for his show and entered the battlefield. The two men in blue surrounded with the yellows that were waiting to be unleashed. The crowd roared as the intensity was heard throughout Gujrat for the 1^st ball that was bowled. The yellows were playing game for their respect, for their honor as they got one of our one blue back to the pavilion. It was our little master who stood like a wall against that pacer who didn’t show any mercy on their way. That man with his magic guided the other blue man, build confidence in him. It was somehow looking as if our GOD will himself guide India to the victory. But there was another man in that yellow color with same will power to win this battle, to continue his run, to maintain his honor. He played the dice very well and got our little master back to pavilion. The god left the ground with his miracle of 100 centuries to be happen, but it was some other time.

In comes the Punjab lion, the man like a nightmare for the opponents since he got out from his den for hunting after a long period of 1 year. It was again his show. He was the only hurdle between Pointing boys and their way to have another cup. But that was too high to pass. The yellow people kept on sending one by one man in blue back to pavilion. Our captain Mr. Helicopter too flew high and high back to the pavilion. The next man who got his 2^nd chance in this world cup had to prove something to his captain, his selectors. He with the help of Punjab lion started to defend every of those brutal attacks. They were leading India to a fantastic win. The yellow people didn’t know to give up; they played like the match of their life. They played for their dignity, Mr. Speed Brett Lee too dived for his life saving the boundary, got blood spills out but still he kept on bowling at 155km/h speed, the speed that heart beats of every Indian watching this match. But all the fight put up by the yellow men was in vain, gone with that final blow to boundary from the Punjab lion who howl in vengeance. The howl can be heard long at Mohali where the Pakistani’s are waiting for another clash at semis. They must be feared as this Punjab lion at his own home ground. I can just pray…..may their soul rest in peace.

The devotion of god never ended after he returned to pavilion. The perfect example was about the message from Raina about his inning. He said that the man with curly hair called little master “Sachin came to me gave a hi-fi and said it’s time for you to prove.” Those lines boosted him up. So the magic of god doesn’t stop on ground it’s even effective outside it. I just hope that he put on some magic on our Mr. Helicopter so that it will help him in future matches.

The game will be remembered for that person in yellow form. Ricky Pointing as it’s his last world cup he played his crucial inning in a crucial match, what a man to watch as experts had already said before that he has kept his inning for a big match. A Salute he deserved.

All the nerves are stopped till Wednesday. The judgment day is about to come. Again it will be a war….a war more than CLASH OF THE TITANS.

Salute they deserve..!!

Our soul rests in peace as online is their heart,

With the dreams we wish to come true,

And the nightmares they see with the ones they apart!

We complain the moon for not showing up early on its way,

They just bless themselves to survive again another day!

In the sky we look for the drop of rain to fall,

They look for the same but feared of the bullet with their name!

We get frustrate of the sound from crackers we burn,

Their heart sounds louder when their gun stops to run!

We hang our calls, tired of the too long talks,

A letter from their dears they read till the last step they walk!

Lucky we to see our kids as they grow up,

Lucky they are even if present when their kid’s eyes open up!

In terror with fear, as life in our hands we run,

They have no life nor fear, and terror they face as a fun!

Veer Jawans they are called, as fighters of the nation they are known,

From the bottom of our heart….a salute they deserve..!!!!!

Alone I Walk.....

The sun said good-bye, as in the wood I walk by,

Into the darkness alone I walk, even the shadows and my soul not there with me to
talk,

The midnight shivering cold breeze, like the time for me has ever freeze,

I look into the sky and see even the stars falling apart,

The moon showed its presence but it too hid behind the clouds, and those clouds
which I see, exchanged themselves with the dark,

I looked into the woods and said “Hello” in hope of some invisibles to be visible,

But even the echo of my sound changed their path as alone I walk,

I felt on my knees and crawled near the pond I see,

Even the feeling in my heart, like a drop they formed,

My eyes lid themselves, helped me to solace the feelings in the drop they formed,

But the drops were too strong as they left me apart,

In the pond they fell so hard, even the reflection shattered like a glass,

With my heart without its feeling, made me strong as I stand tall,

I hit my path inthe woods they wait, as alone I walk...........