"It's grand. It's luxurious. It's uber extravagant and is very expensive.

Work hard. May be some day...."

ROLLS ROYCE, the Phantom coupe.

Heart thinks twice before imagining it. The writer felt the heart shaking to complete the last line. It's an extreme limit of insanity which even heart can't dare to dream so easily. Such is the superiority. Very well defined as the highest attainable degree of luxury which will cost around 4,10,00,000 INR. Yes, count the zeroes once again !!

I am working harder. May be some day... :p

"It's grand. It's luxurious. It's uber extravagant and is very expensive.

Work hard. May be some day...."

ROLLS ROYCE, the Phantom coupe.

Heart thinks twice before imagining it. The writer felt the heart shaking to complete the last line. It's an extreme limit of insanity which even heart can't dare to dream so easily. Such is the superiority. Very well defined as the highest attainable degree of luxury which will cost around 4,10,00,000 INR. Yes, count the zeroes once again !!

I am working harder. May be some day... :p

Sachin Tendulkar

This one man has that potential to divert the dreams of every child, who doesn't know how to write, but surely does enough how to bat.

The craze for this name defies all logic. Just the flash of his name can make anyone feel the chillness across the globe. He has left no front to prove his worthiness for cricket. I vividly have many memories of my school days. I used to run from my school, used to complete my homework copies with never such enthusiasm, so that I might not miss a single shot of this maestro. I used to pray to god that sachin won't fail in that day's match in my evening prayers.

And watching him getting out early was nevertheless gunfire on my hopes; heart sank down to bottom seeing his marching feet towards pavilion. A sheer disgusting pack of emotions, then blaming him that he never played well when required the most.

When he scored a century, it felt as if this is for what he's playing for. Its his duty to score a century. Just imagine, what could be the load of expectations on this so-called "GOD" of cricket? Those burdens spattered over the field as this guy made his way towards the pavilion, crushing the hopes of many, while those many hearts couldn't do much just heaving a grieved sigh.

Every youngster's role model, once I used to dream if I would wake up one morning with god gifting me the same talent that sachin possessed, how pleasant it would be !!

The applaud for this matchless personality can never be described better than below:

"Beneath the helmet, under that unruly curly hair, inside the cranium, there is something we don't know, something beyond scientific measure. Something that allows him to soar, to roam a territory of sport that, forget us, even those who are gifted enough to play alongside him cannot even fathom. When he goes out to bat, people switch on their television sets and switch off their lives."

BBC Sports once quoted it.

Next post shall be dedicated to the personality, whom i have admired since the day i had got the hold over my cricket bat. For whom every village guy keeps running frantically till the dawn, the day India wins a match. A person on earth with an exemplary persona which have diverted every one's ambition to only one axle of thinking:

To play like SACHIN TENDULKAR one day !!

"I have seen GOD. He bats at number 4 for India" - Mathew Hayden

Dreams to realities

Being on the other side of what?

When I was young (though I am still young), I had many wishes. Silently looking ahead as if praying almighty to make them come true one day. I had many hopes from the future to give an ear to my wishes, to make me what i always wanted to be. Watering my hopes with the fresh drops of efforts each day, life would tend to be complete one day. I used to feel that a day would come, when i would be a complete person with no prayers unheard. I waited patiently, some wishes transformed into realities, some became the closed chapters buried in past.

Now talking in some mature sense, I feel those wishes were never just wishes. They were just a step ahead in my race of life; all I needed was to take that step. I took it and those wishes become realities. Some steps never got under my feet and remained just as fresh as they were before.

I dare to catch the sheer dreams, never touched before, just dancing before eyes and were just the heavenly wishes for me. I leapt to give my whole-hearted efforts, and they never fall short. Life seems so complete sometimes, but again asking for a little bit more. Life seems so glorious, but always with a scope of little more to accomplish. Such is the simplicity in this complex race, one just requires a grit to achieve it.

Fits in so beautifully:

Thoda hai thode ki zarurat hai..
Zindagi phir bhi yahaan khoobsurat hai..

Sheetal Restaurant

Four years of Engineering had never been accomplished without this food joint, which has embraced our every roar of success. May it be the birthday of someone, may it be a casual dinner after a stretched week inside the campus, may it be a treat for unexpected A grade in a course, this was our den for those very much cherished four years.

I was never good in remembering the places, yet lights could seen fringing from that cosy small restro-dhaba after turning from that four-way near petrol pump. Rickshaw used to be an expensive affair, we used to walk till Gopal's, taking a rickshaw to main gate and trying to convince the rickshaw-wala to drop us to our hostel. Everyone trying to exploit the rickshaw-wala trapping in the gimmick by screaming out," Ours is the first hostel to come". May it be the last one, farthest from main gate; our attempts never ran short of confidence.

It used to be packed every time, while a nearby dhaba always looking for more passers with anxious eyes. Sheetal had a sitting plan in open with few tables laid just before the main road, and those meals were most delicious taken in the lap of sky, laughing out loud amidst the flashing lights of vehicles, soaring dust on road, honking horns of cars; yet those laughs still echo in my ears. I had shared every fruitful moment there only. A smile still flashes across my face thinking about the foods we had there. Four years sticking to the most economic and best combination of food, dal-makhani, kadai paneer and butter naan. Life seemed so complete with these three dishes forever.

Running short of money, checking the hand-made bill hoping to see an extra naan penned down, looking at each other faces with a wicked smile with everyone apprehending no money in pockets. One plate of dal-makhni cost around Rs 20, almost same tag for kadai paneer and Rs 3 for each naan. Yet it was a cumbersome fight not to pay the bill. "I paid the bill last time too", everyone's punch-line after the dinner, somehow reaching the faded conclusion that everyone would pay his part to that unlucky guy after getting back to hostel. As soon as money came out from slained one's pocket, that wide grin on everyone's face blew away the words of agreement.

Making our way back to our hostels lazily walking down the deserted wide lanes paved on the lush green grasses, those were elegant moments peeping into the girl's hostel from with those hindered sights of tall trees. Laughing, walking and talking, life never fantisized for anything else in those splendid days.

And now those cheap dinners are the most hard-earned ones for me !!