Adieu Mr.Woolmer!!!

The death of Bob Woolmer, coach of Pakistam Cricket team, is being considered suspicious by the investigating officers of Jamaican police. This is quite an unfortunate end to one of the most respected coaches in cricket world. I hate to think that some one has killed him because Pakistan crashed out of this world cup, after all this is only a sport, something which should be more of a timepass.

Even though my heart wants to think that his death was because of some natural cause, the stories coming in the media are saying otherwise. I am sure he was a strong person and is not meek enough to commit suicide. So the remaining option is that he was murdered, which is sending shivers down my spine!

He was merely a professional coach who was doing his job with utmost sincierity. If some mad cricket fan has committed this crime, then that is the worst thing ever to have happened in a sports field...

I was quite shocked when I heard that a fan of Steffi Graf stabbed Monica Seles. Another such instance was the death of Andreas Escobar, the Colombian footballer who was shot dead because he scored a self goal which lead to the ouster of Colombia from football world cup.

If not to this extend, I heard people wrecking havoc in Mahendra Dhoni's house and all. I don't think true lovers of sport can resort to such acts of vandalism. Burning effigies and all are fine, but hurting the families of these sportmen are unpardonable. As Rahul Dravid rightly pointed out, they do have their right to live peacefully in this country.

I just pray to god to give sense to these people to understand that sports is meant for fun and it is nothing more than that. I am really sorry for Bob Woolmer. May his soul rest in peace!!!

In Her Shoes!!!

I like this movie more for the poems in it as much as the movie itself. It's a watchable movie, feel good movie, the kind I like. I had posted one poem by Elizabeth Bishop from this movie. Now I am intending to post two other poems from the same movie. It just made me sit up and do a search in the web for the complete lyrics of these. Enjoy!!!

Let Evening Come
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Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.

Jane Kenyon

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)
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I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

E. E. Cummings

One Art...

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- Elizabeth Bishop

Liar Liar!

Yes, I am talking about myself. This is not regarding an incident that happened last week or the week before, it is about a truth which turned out to be a lie lately. But again when I think back about how lately it is, it goes back to some time after I got my Job. So that lie was never a truth at all...

Before you people feel some mental illness thinking of what the lie is, let me write it down myself. It's the words that I had used to describe myself which says ," I love to laugh and make others laugh and I take most of the things as they come!"...

I have lost that ability to laugh at myself and the ability to make others laugh also. It was the most loved part of my character, both by myself and by others. But, now I have lost it thanks to an over grown EGO. I don't want to write anything more. I just pray to god to give me strength to be the man that I want to be, the man that I once was. Please God!!!