The common Indian and Pakistani

I do not remember the scientific law in electronics which we changed and for son used to say that “A child always opposes his father”. In real life also we have seen that and in many cases it proves to be correct. But the only difference between the electronics law and real life law might be even if the child opposes his/her father, the emotion stays there.

The relationship between India and Pakistan is very similar to that of father and son. Before 1947, we were a single country. After the partition the relations never seemed to be good. As a child Pakistan always opposed India and vice versa. But the fact is we, Indians care for them and I am sure even Pakistanis do care for us.

If you watch Indian TV channels, reality shows or club hockey or club cricket or even listening Bollywood songs, you will see many Pakistanis in that. You will find there are many Indians who are big fan of Atif Aslam, a Pakistani singer. You ask many growing fast bowlers who is their favorite fast bowler or their idol, 70-80% will say Wasim Akram not Kapil Dev. These are few examples which shows how much we Indians like Pakistan.

I am not very sure about Pakistan but have learned for newspapers that the Khans and Big B are house hold names in Pakistan, even Sachin Tendulkar is admired a lot.

I understand from these things is common Indians and common Pakistanis are still the same. They like each other. They do not want any kind of fight between India and Pakistan. The common man of these 2 countries still understand that even if we are 2 different country the way to look into life is same. I wish the thinking remain the same.

The 10-20 misguided young men became terrorist and killed 300 innocents, but lets not let them kill the thinking of the common man. Let’s pray that we enjoy each others success as much as possible.

Dada's last inings

I am a proud die hard Sachin Tendulkar fan and I can do anything to watch him play. But this was a strange moment. The best partner of the greatest batsman was retiring on that day. This was his last test. I had never seen a test match live. This match was to be played on Nagpur, to the place I am related to.

I wanted to see Master and Dada play together in an international match for the last time. If I do not see them on this match then I knew I won’t get a chance again. So against all odds like – travelling back to 1000km after 2 days, leaving some work at office etc, I decided to go and watch. My only worry was whether India will get to bat on Saturday and Sunday or not. Australia has played well on second day of the test to score about 200 runs loosing only 2 wickets. Then I decided why not take a chance leaving everything to the time.

I reached Nagpur on the 3rd days of play. My brother in law was waiting for me and he was a die hard fan of Dada. We started late, post lunch. We saw first session of cricket in TV when again Aussies dominated.

We reached stadium around 13:00 and yes, my dream came true. I will be watching my God, his best partner, the wall and not to forget the man who has VVS, the man who tortured Aussies often. Australia was in a good position when we reached and I saw my dream not coming true. But with me came the luck to Indian team, Mike Hussey was run out by the new player Vijay and I knew I will get it. Australia started scoring slowly and also loosing wicket. Meanwhile Dada, Master, Mishra, Shewag and Zaheer came near to the stand we were sitting to field. I saw my God from so close. I still can not believe that was my God, Sachin. By the end of the day India had a lead of 86 runs.

The fourth day when I reached Shewag and Vijay were making the deadly Australian bowling look like a Bangladeshi attack. I knew I will get it today master and dada together. After lunch India started loosing wicket. First were Vijay and then Dravid. The strange part of Indian crowd is even after scoring 10,000 runs in both test and One dayers when Dravid departs they feel happy. Time for master to come and the DJ played the best song Don… Yes, the Don has come. Then when Shewag got out, the crowd stood up to see who is next, is it our dada, our most lovable captain. No, it was not to be as in this series Laxman came before Dada in all innings except one. When Laxman got out the crowd again cheered.

I feel so lucky that I was there to see one of the great to see his last innings. I realized it was worth spending some money and more than that time to come here. I will never forget the song DJ played when Dada came. It was from movie Jodha Akabar and the song was Ajeebo Shan, and the song suited to the man. Yes, it suited him. He showed all cricket lovers of this country we can. He made us believe in ourselves. He made us realize that we can win and achieve anything. Yes, he is the loving prince of India cricket and its fan. As one line in the song is Hindustan teri jaan, tu shane Hindustan, Dada is the one. He is our shan.

I know you all know what happened next. As they say, you do not get everything in life, I also did not. Though my dream came true to see Master and Dada play together. But I came out of it in a few minutes as Dada gave a simple catch and got out on his first ball doing a Bradman.
No matter what may come, India might win world cup in future, will be a test champion in future, the no 1 team, but the belief of doing this came from none other than Sourav Ganguly. Sourav, you are a Gem, Thanks for everything

The beautiful begger in train

The greatest man of India, Mohan Das Karamchand Gandhi loved to travel in the general compartment of the train. He always said you see the real India when you travel in local compartment.

I feel what he said is so correct. You meet with the realities when you travel in local compartment. True, it is never comfortable. I do not know what was the condition in those days but now it is kind of imposible to get a place to sit even if you travle to the remotest part of India.

Recently I used this medium for about 3 to 5 hours. Yes, it was difficult to get a place a sit but I reached to the station well 1 hours early. I reserved a nice seat next to window by keeping my towel there. I was happy that now I will travel peacefully listining music in my mobile.

Everything was going as I planned. The rain was coming and going. Outside it was beautiful. I was surrounded by other travellers and their luggage. I was happy and overjoyed to get a seat.

God, they say plans things differently. Most of the time it does not go as we plan. It can be better or worse, but rarely perfect. I saw a kid of age less that 10 boarded with some unique musical instrument in her hand. That scean was one of the cutest girl I have ever seen my my life. I wish if I ever have a baby daughter I would love to have her as beautiful as her. But the unfortunate part was, that kid was a begger. And the cutest and most beautiful begger I have seen. I never give a penny to beggers. But when I saw her I felt like can't I adopt this girl? I was thinking about her and she came to me and asked for some penny. And what I did I could not beleive I gave her Rs5. I do not remember when I gave some money to begger last time. I do not support begging.

She went away, I still think about her. I still think why can't I adopt her? Why I can not take that bold step of adopting a begger? Or is it a bold step?

After thinking about her for many days, I remembered about some beggers in Bangalore near one of the best mall in India, rushing to everyone who comes to the mall, they were also cute and beautiful. why can't some of us take a few steps and adopt them. Why? We go to malls and spend money like dust. we wear the clothes of best brands. Then why can't we adopt some kids, these some cute and beautiful kids. I do not know whether I will ever get the answer to my question. And if I do not, why?

The Rain

Recently I visited to my native place, a small village in the state of Orissa. I was going to my mother land after a long time. I was happy like anything thinking that I will be able to meet people I have loved so much.

To say something about my village - In my village almost eighty percent of population depends on agriculture. Most of them depend on the monsoon rain for their livelihood.

When I met my villagers the usual beautiful smile from them was missing. I could not figure it out why is it so? When I asked them I came to know the rain has not come as expected making them tensed. Then I felt what is going on their mind.

Few days before going to my native place it started rain in my work place. I felt why it rains whenever I start from home to office or office to home. I asked then why it rains on weekends spoiling all the fun of weekend. I asked God how my clothes will dry to wear when I get drenched every time I go somewhere?

But from the time I realized why the lovely smile of my villagers is missing, I said to myself "What was I asking to God". Now I feel I can do anything to see that smile on my villagers face forget my villagers any farmer's face. I am ready to get drenched 10 times a day. I am ready to wear that wet clothes as many times as possible. I am ready to get drenched everyday ten times in a day.

A trip to my village has changed my view from "Why rain God?" to "Why no Rain God?"

My first blog

I have seen and read n numbers of blogs and finally I could not keep myself away from start writing. Its difficult to keep yourself away from writing when you are a regular reader of blogs.

I am happy that though late I have started. As they say better to be late than never. I hope it will be a lovely journey like my many other experience.