My Pug Marks

As I sit to write My same old ink pen Begins to talk to me In words I never knew I would ever know It refuses to write Saying its canals had dried Like the thoughts, I tried But it did not relent I reminded him of the good old The smell of blue as it faded on husky old paper It reminded me of how long that was After much persuasion It did splutter the same old smell of blue Beginning afresh with splendor renewed

And as I drive on an empty dark road Radio playing slow beautiful songs My mind wanders away from menial To us and how it all happened Like an old wine Beautiful thought Growing older and better The way we met and things turned around Like a stuck record Beautiful music Playing the symphony  Melodies to my heart The way we met and things turned around Like a grandfather's clock Beautiful mechanism Cogwheels fitting perfectly Like our fingers intertwined The way we met and things turned around And as I halt and return to present Focusing back on the menial I save you in my mind For another time

Like every good Indian kid - I got interested in cricket quite early. Over the years, seen it develop from a gentleman's game to a game enforced by technological advancement. From the first run out given by the Third Umpire to the Hawk Eye - technology indeed has come a long way in making the sport error free. However, there is this boundary catch phenomenon which has disturbed me. I have dubbed it as the Up in the Air dismissal. It is fairly simple: You catch the speeding ball easily racing for a six just inside the boundary but realize that you are losing control and will fall over. You throw the ball Up in the Air and stroll outside, reposition yourself, stroll back just in time to catch the ball again. And a good beautiful six is converted to a wicket taken. Here is a sample: Well, I don't really like this concept and really think there should be a rule for this. I do not deny that it is fair and requires good athletic ability, but for me, it is a tad bit unfair for the ...