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Indian Premier League

C ricket or   Gol guttam lakad battam de danadan pratiyogita in Hindi. India has always been a land of contradictions. Hence, even with our 'National Game' being Hockey, Cricket happens to be cherished and followed a lot lot more. Every Indian state, city,town, street, nook and corner has seen kids ( both girls and boys) grow up playing cricket. We all loved watching an India-Pakistan match. A cricket match lost (esp to Pakistan) was followed by the Hyde side of India's cricket fans - cricketers posters being burnt, their houses being attacked and what not.The exact oppsite was done if we won - players being garlanded upon their arrival at the airport, felicitated at various events etc. etc.   Our Cricket craziness syndrome can be explaind by the fact that there have actually been poojas conducted every time the Team leaves for the World Cup. And the best part is how all the national News channels broadcast this miraculous phenomenon on Television....

Your Symphony

Leave me out with the waste This is not what I do It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you... It's the wrong time  For somebody new -Damien Rice (9 Crimes) M usic touches feelings that words can not.  I believe in this statement. More than anything else  in my life.  This is exactly why I believed in something that never existed. Interpreted words in songs the way you probably never meant them to be. Feelings that never existed outside of my dreams and my world. I refused to listen to anything or anyone. It was a wave of euphoria that was carrying me through everything that I had only dreamt about. And I did not want to get down from that ride. And sometimes when it felt like my dreams were far, I heard those songs over and over again. I waited with utmost patience  because I knew that I wo uld prove everyone wrong. I knew it in my heart.  And that you were my only hope. And when I real...