Well played India!

Waving Flags everywhere.

I have not seen people celebrating like this before that too in such a big mass. Indians are otherwise never stay behind in celebrations. Always grand and gorgeous.

My grand parents and parents always used to ask me what is that in this game? Wish I could take them on my bike and show them the united and proud moments people are feeling deep in their heart. This is what a game can make! An entire nation feel one.

There was a huge truck (A monster truck?) hired by a group of fan loaded with 25-35 young guns with DJ on the card. They were dancing on the roof of the truck with waving flags here and there. Few vans were open from behind with stereo full on. Alkapuri (the lead road) of Vadodara got jammed with people almost gone mad on this victory. People were half outside from their car windows and punching in the air. Police was really amused whether to stop these mob or will it backfire if they do so?

We do like coming on the public places and celebrate the victory. Let the whole world know India won in Semi-final. Why not but? Was it a less achievement? No matter the fight was not competitive from both sides and there were many lucky instances for us but then we have seen our bad luck too and paid for it too. What is worth appreciation here the patience our players hold through out the match. What if Raina would not have scored those last 33*?. What if Ashish Nahera would have continued his miserable performance? What if Dhoni would be shouting on players when wickets were not coming in the initial overs? That takes lot of patients and faith in players. It would have been no less than dieing if we loose against Prime Minister personally on the occasion and whole nation keep eyeing on the match.

Well played India! Will continue at Mumbai!

રમીશું નહિ પણ લડીશું

ઘના વખત પછી થશે તમારી સામે સામનો

સવાલ નથી રહ્યો બસ આ એક રમતનો.

સમય જ કૈન્ક એવો છે કે મુકાબલો થશે માન સન્માનનો.

છો કૈન્ક વાતો થતી હોઇ બહાર દોસ્તીની

તૈયાર રહેજો

કશોટી થશે મેદાનમાં તો બસ ચુસ્તીની.

ઘનવાનો અને સિયાશતની નજર હશે

તો દિવાનાઓ તૈયરીથી સજ્જ હશે.

સવાર કેશરીયાનો રંગ લાવશે,

વાતાવરણ કૈન્ક તંગ હશે.

આ કૈં યુધ્ધ નથી, એમ છતાં ટક્કર ઘમાસાન હશે.

અહિ સુધી આવ્યા છીયે તો આગળ પણ જઈશું,

કે રમીશું નહિ પણ જીતીશું.

જીતની તૈયારી તો કરીને જ રાખી છે,

કેમ કે જીત માટે હવે

રમીશું નહિ પણ લડીશું.

Yuvraj v/s Yuvraj

There is no bigger wining then wining against yourself.

World cup has reached to its pick level. Tension is high, players are on their toes. Showing exit door to Australia is not that easy and always command worth appreciation. Apart from the brilliant field commitment (Raina specially), some intelligent captain moves (Dhoni undoubtedly), few sharp bowling cameos (Zaheer again), what I could mark is a new birth of Yuvraj Singh.

Days (in fact years) were really tough for Yuvraj to pass on. Allegations like poor bating performance, increased weight, lack of field presence, cocky behavior at party clubs etc. has lot of pressure on a man who was labeled as Match Saver or one of the finest all rounder on the earth. Even I had few doubts on his survival. I could remember days when I used to compare his career with Irfan Pathan - Talented but wasted.

What a comeback! Despite of run guns in the side like Shehwag, Sachin and Kohli, Yuvraj proves his presence in the team by bowling 10 hours with at least 2 wickets per match, replacing a regular bowler and by that way giving an extra batsman like his caliber, batting like never before in his career and fielding is noticeable too. Seer Elegance! I love seeing people coming back then the one who come new and perform well. Being young and new has their own challenge but surely not have any pressure of public fear. Coming back to the name and fame you already achieved over a period of time is even more difficult as your subconscious mind always know people is watching on your performance, they have lost the faith, there are new options for your place and chances are few to grab. That's called real challenge in life.

Desperation to perform well, giving your everything, punches in the air, anger in the eyes for those who lost faith and hands up for the team mates to give a hug. That is something a player always dreams of. "I am back, I am back from the worst of mine own" - That's what whole body reflects. I could see all such feelings and emotions in Yuvraj yesterday.

I remember Yuvraj's interview on "Zindagi Isi Ka Naam Hai" show used to come on Zee TV hosted by Farooq Shekh. Yuvraj's dad came as a special appearance to say few words on his son and he proved yesterday what he said -

"SHER KA BACHCHA KABHI GHASH NAHI KHATA...!"

I am human and I love to fight.

The light that you bring in here.

The eyes that you give us to wonder.

We have shown the greatest attitude.

Isn't it? Then why are you being so rude?

You who make us live,

It's you who made us learn to survive.

What does this destruction mean then?

Years and years it took to build life,

You come so powerful and cut the knife.

Why do you want always us to abide you?

I could see prayers which actually bribe you.

A crack here and a crack there,

waves follow than everywhere.

Water and water that has remain.

Garbage and dead - where's the difference?

How beautiful it was! I can now no imagine.

Jets dropped on the house.

People were poor and like mouse.

Metros lost the way,

roads looks like a bay.

Clouds took over the sky,

You proved yourself - but why?

Oh god! Do I sound complaining?

I confess I love just wining.

I am the one who loves chasing.

Grow, growth and just growing.

But............................

Is there any other purpose why am I here?

If it is come on the earth,

make us clear.

Do you know how does it pain?

When nothing last and just vain.

Do you like to wash out your children?

Do you like to see us drawn?

Tell me how do I stand up again?

What is that which you gain?

Poor me who do not understand you.

I tell you I will rise and show you.

Not in a war with you, don't take me wrong.

I am human and I love to fight.

I will construct my world - a more beautiful sight.

You just be there and blossom whatever you like,

blessings or curse - for me all divine!

Take just these words Al-Ikhlas,

I am human and I love to fight.

I owe spirit in the world

Birds leave their child in nest to grow them up their way. What's about human than?

Many of us leave home to be something, to discover their own, to take out that hidden character which they think suit the best on them. How does it affect later that depends on an individual?

I could see mass and mass just running in the morning, running for the determinations they developed after bunch of sleepless nights, putting their pain and hesitance under their pillow. The time that they give time to their thoughts is the time they start reaching to their dream more near. Strange but only those who don't sleep, are the one who dream!

Dream for what? Does it what really require? Does dreaming for money required? Does dreaming for success and fame required? Do you dream on degrees or white colored job? Endless. The more you are human, the more you dream. Can't stop. How does it sound to return the spirit? I read somewhere it was written - "I owe spirit in the world." Spirit that this world constantly blossom on you? Don't you feel that spirit? Each existence or substance nearby you is full of spirit.

The ever cooing doves shows me that spirit. The traffic jam gives me that spirit. The men negotiating at vegetable shops reflects their spirit. Women giggling leaves a spirit. Spirit is here, there and everywhere.

It would be worth crying if you can't return that spirit to the world.

Don't be just dead. Don't let things happen just to happen. Enjoy them. Live at fullest. Take risk. Fall in love and success.

Doves

Doves. So active, so pervasive!

Doves are on my gallery, in my kitchen, near my office floors, on telephone wires, some on the sign boards of opposite offices, some run away in glimpses.

They are beautiful, blue, brown or fawn with black strips and spots, black bordered with white tops to the tail feathers, too busy if they find something to feed. Females found busy preparing their nests, call their males to come help in, few male busy in romance with their partner. Some busy in refreshing their wings like the great magician flows his coat, where some stare at you for hours and hours. Watch sometimes Rock pigeons clapping their wings while they fly. Seer dominance!

Morning is the time Mourning Doves welcome me so warm. Grace overall! I see them in crowd near the temple on my way. Are they human? demanding and demanding to god? Wonder where they hide when I return home in night.

Doves sound coo. If Collard then have longer calls than others and pigeons repeat coo over and over. I love them making that coo noise when I am lost. I love them when they are silent. That makes me feel someone exists very much like me.

This how Prince sings -

"Why do we scream at each other

This is what it sounds like

when doves cry

Touch if you will my stomach

Feel how it trembles inside

You've got the butterflies all tied up

Don't make me chase you

Even doves have pride."

Doves have shown me not be shy,

silent but dominant

you be

if wanna fly high.