Monday, 18 May 2015

Free massage: Metro Rush Hour Chronicles - When Chaos Turns into Laughter

Metro Massage ! 

Com'mon...you are not getting a free body massage... this is neither an advertisement. Satisfied?! read on ...

For those who travel in metro, during peak morning hours, rush has a new meaning altogether.
With the introduction of punching system by the new Government, people are in a frenzy to reach their offices in time. Metro of course is the most common choice of transport.

So, these days metros are much more crowded. The main office hubs being at Noida City Centre, Rajiv Chowk and others, there is rush like never before. People get in from all stops leading upto these main hub-stations. Even if one or two passengers get out in between, 10 get in to compensate!! alas, balance is the way of life :P


Now usually there is commotion. People (both Gentlewomen as well Gentlemen) argue. The reason? Oh, damn serious- " He stepped of my feet, get me some room, please get inside,  why are you pushing me and what not"

So as usual I waited patiently for people to get in at Yamuna Bank station from where the entertainment usually starts. Myself taking as little space as possible and taking support of a pole, to avoid pushing or being pushed around.

But, today was different.
There were no fights, no petty arguments, even though people were squeezing in like bees in a honeycomb, or perhaps worse.
Just before the tipping point, a man compressed from all sides and with  hardly a leg on the floor exclaimed - "Wah Yaar, Har Roj Free Ka Body Massage Ho Jata Hai!!" ("Every day I get a free body massage").


(yeah!! Thats more like it !! :D)


And then there was laughter all around. All the tension waiting to be exploded got released. There was peace in the air. And, everyone calmly endured the struggle to get down at their respective stops. All carried the smile up to the ticket punching point  !!


LESSON: "Find humour in every situation to be better & to be in peace"

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Short Poem: Sometimes Words Are Not Enough !!!

A short poem: Sometimes Words Are Not Enough !!!


How can sweetness be explained in words,
To one who has never tasted it before.

How can the vastness of the ocean be articulated,
if only a well is all that is seen.

How to use reason,
with one who is drowned in delusion.

How to find peace,
unless the fire of jealousy is to cool.

Our eyes will see only wonders
here and now,
Our minds will conceive only joy
here and now,
If only we could accept what is, as is
if only we could forgive...
If only we could love...

Sometimes words are not enough,
to make you feel that ''All is Well.''

Sometimes all it takes is time,
perhaps a touch, a smell, or sound.

Things I can't put them in words,
Hope you can listen through my heart.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Cricket as it is...... From then to Now 

- From the hearts of a spectator


From 60 over ODIs to a week long tests that never seemed to end, cricket is now available in 20-20 format capsules!
From legends like Don Bradman and every Indian fan's heartrob Sachin Tendulkar, cricket has now evolved to produce players who can hit 6 sixes in an over.


The game has changed today, not only in its formats but also in the technology involved.



 Gone are the days when one kept starring at the umpire in anticipation, waiting for his verdict and then debating about his judgement affecting the progress of the match. Today one heavily relies on Hawks Eye and the infamous Snicko, side lining the umpire.



Yes the entertainment levels have now  heightened in leaps and bounds. The cheer-girls are a delight, bringing even the non followers into the game!!


The revenue generated is immense especially in a country like India where parents buy their kids a bat and a ball teaching them to play cricket, the first outdoor game introduced to a child irrespective of their gender.












The folk-tales of India winning the 1983 world cup, the grandeur of 'The Wall', the Sharjah Cup... and others will forever remain a scintillating extravaganza.  

Today, in midst of all this glamour-cricket with all its glitter and rumours there seems as if some essential flavour is missing. And if I can rightly put it into words it would be - " Class "