"Do you ever feel tired?"

I know few of my readers don't like me blogging on cricket but it's just this fascinating IPL period makes me come on it again! Oopsss....there was thrill, passions, joy, cheer up and desperate want of win on the battle field. Who else can make cricket bigger than Sachin!

He had some struggles earlier on his innings but its a class like him who can finish that struggle into a smashing one! Have you all watched him getting tired in between? He was converting one's into two's and I realized his passions were not letting him go down till he can make sure MI win! How much Mumbai owe to Sachin..actually to India. Who does make bigger whom? A place to a person or a person to a place?

For a while, when he was glancing towards leg, I thought he should have have copyrights on all his shots and it won't be any strange he would be the richest man on the earth till earth survives! Even though I show him getting tired a lot I want to go and whisper in his ears - "Do you ever feel tired?"

One single business decisions, which I undoubtedly appreciate is, Mukesh Ambani took Sachin in his team that too economical compare to Dhoni's price! That's why I am proud of this Gujju!

An Extreme Fantasy - Music!

How wise those artists were! They realized life years back and now when we understand a little of it...start humming it! Artists always try to create which is yet to come, yet to relieve to mass. Adding spice to it, there are many talent who has just made the art more simpler instead of finding the unearth. Nusarat Fateh Ali Khan, Gulzar, Jagjit, Shaan, Mukesh and many other... I just cannt remember their names.

It's always beautiful to listen them before you go sleep so the next time you awake you can fight a bore day! Music surely turns on you. Music takes you to fantasy especially when you want to forget the fact. You may be doing Salsa with a partner you always wanted to and you may be felt sorry for secrets you always wanted to remain open. These singers also forget them when they are singing and so is the case of listeners. An art (music) is that extreme level of fantasy which makes you feel real.

Putting this on board....I start a new song..before I go to sleep..

"ABHI NA JAO CHOD KE......KE DIL ABHI BHARA,

NAHI....NAHI, NAHI, NAHI........NAHI, NAHI!

Room No. 10 - I wonder!

See I am addicted to blogging. A thought comes in mind and I just rush on this global platform. Blogging is a beautiful world by which you don’t let your single thought go dustbin without making it public.

Today I am writing because Yesterday night I went through a dream. People say all dream comes with a meaning. For me it is really puzzling and so thought share with you.

I entered in a hotel which looked like a 3 star. Room No. 10. It was already late evening. My shoulders were gone down and don’t know why? Feeling tired. I settled down my luggage and lay down on bed calling it a day waiting for a peaceful morning.

Not remembering the time perhaps 4-5 hours letter door bell rang. I was in no position to attend it and I didn’t move at all. It rang again and this time more concerned. Anger went pass my mind (even in a dream we human cannot leave our character). I slowly woke up, combed my hair and opened the door. Can you guess who was there? A one or two year old baby. (never tried to recognise a baby boy or girl) Even at that time she was well dressed and on top of that I can see a necklace with green colour marbles like that of saints. I could sense the mystery and to add more spice in that she gave me a rose. Before I pick it up properly she ran away to room number 14 adjacent horizontally to three rooms away from mine. Doors closed and I could not remember further.

Next moment I was again lying in a hotel bed with all my sense sleeping. This time I was sure bell will rang again. An intuition you can call it. Even dreams have their own destiny and sharp at that time bell rang. I waited half awaken to know that baby’s craze. It rang again. I rushed to door and with my sixth sense coming true baby gave me a second rose. This time I was ready and ran behind to find out what is this all about? Baby reached first and tried to close the door with all power. I had no half measures and open it to see beyond my fantasy. That room looked like a Muslim. Clues were getting together. That baby was a Muslim girl and I can make a mark why she was wearing a green marble necklace.

I turned back to see where that baby had gone. I rushed to main door again and I was sure baby had disappeared in air. Next moment some alarm was ringing and teasing my already tired mind.

6 o’clock in the morning and it was a wake up alarm. I snoozed alarm for few more minutes and could not leave bed for next hour.

On a Monday morning a dream like this obviously make you wish for one more Sunday. Dreams and age perhaps are having perfect negative co-relation. Being a child you may see dreams of kings and being a mature man you may see dreams of two year old babies. It makes you wonder which is more freaky and astonishing – fact or fantasy.

Happiness here is created! I don't bother.

Few days back I read one blog on “Happiness is within!” I agree with such mysterious fact. Strange is that it kept my mind thinking for the next few days?

How often do we realise that happiness within? While writing this I had a break for 5 minutes. I was trying to remember last time when I was happy within. Few instance only I recalled – on each first rain of season, on completion of my service of my first client and few good feelings about someone? No..no don’t want to remember it!

Theoretically speaking Happiness is within only. I read Gandhi, Rajnish years back they have a long literature on that. I read Darshan Chandre a fresh thinker reinforcing such fact but being a poor normal human being I do believe human has implicitly made happiness more explicit. A fake smile can win million of people’s heart. Saying that I see Obama speaking to Americans, I see Amitabh waiving his hand from a car in Sarkar? We all just run, run and run behind money, education, secured life, a beautiful home with a Walks Wagon lying outside. Happiness here is created! I created it, you created it and we all have created it. I don’t bank on it although I am happy with that implicit happiness. A game of flow and force I will tag in here. (Flow and Force game is what I am still thinking and will post it soon) Just a hint – Each night when you see dreams of is your force. You are the flow.

We all have tried to define what is life? It looks very gloomy and boring and suddenly you see your loved one online and find it all rosy again. We human don’t know about life, happiness, god, success, love, truth or lie! We can only thank that temperature by which we are here on earth and thank that temperature off when we leave this world. Rest is just a talk show!