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Life was getting bored

until she had entered his heart

Heart became playground

she played there really smart

She was his only fate

what he had  thought

He always lost the battle

whenever they fought

She left him stranded 

in the middle of the road

He could not accept it

It was too heavy load

His eyes filled with tears anytime

might be day or night

To Come out of the shock it was tough

somehow he came out with a fight

He Understood the value of life

but it took him a while

Nowadays only one way

he laughs and make others smile

Life is a roller coaster ride

filled with  dusk and dawn

Whatever it may happen

Show must always go on

Regards
Gururaj

A hard bullet to bite .....

The sun was about to scratch the cloud out of its way and make its presence felt on the earth.The flight came rushing through that cloud and landed with a noise as if it wanted to wake up someone.

He came running  out of the airport.The black colored jacket was hanging on his shoulders and were about to touch his feet from the back.Hairs were blowing in all the directions in that cold breezy morning.His eyes were so red and were telling the story that he didn't sleep that night in the whole journey.He was searching for the taxi which was supposed to pick him up.Somewhere in the distance he read his name on a placard and he ran got on to that cab.Cab started moving slowly out of the parking area towards his  home which was about 25 kms from the airport.

He was murmuring something to himself  in the car, Driver asked him "What happened sir??".He literally screamed in anger "Its none of your business.Just concentrate on your work.Go fast.". Driver, frustrated with the answer just continued his driving cursing him with a low tone.
He was getting restless with every minute.He wanted to reach his home as soon as possible.Its been 5 long years he had been to India.But instead of being happy he was sad.

After a journey of 40 mins he reached his home.He came out of the cab and saw his house.He was watching a house which once looked like a palace , now had the dark patches all over its wall and the nameplate outside the gate which once had his surname written,  now had only one alphabet "A" left on it.He was not ready to react to any of these.He ignored it and went inside the gate.He saw the path covered with the dry leaves.It looked as if the path didn't see a broomstick since long time.He went further inside.He saw his cousin standing at the entrance of his house.He went near to him.He could see lot of questions in his cousins eyes.Cousin didn't look into his eyes.He told to his cousin"Driver is waiting.Give him the money... I couldn't withdraw money".Cousin just shook his head.

He stepped inside into the hall.He could see only  thick dust covered everywhere.He was realizing every minute ,how much his mother was ill .Each tear drop of his was making a mark on the floor.He further walked in, to his surprise he saw something written on the dust covered black color TV screen.It seems eventhough she was illeterate she had learnt to write her sons name.It was "VISHWA" his name which she had written.On the top of the TV he had one more surprise.His family photo which looked as if it was framed yesterday.It seems his mother used to clean it everyday even in illness.After looking at the photo,he was realizing how much she missed her husband and her son.He was sinking at that moment.

He had left to US within 15 days of his fathers death.He fought with his mother.He told that he cannot miss that opportunity.Even though she opposed, he somehow convinced her that this is for his and her betterment. Once he reached there, He became so busy that he used to call his mother once or twice in a month.He used to transfer money to his cousins account.Cousin used to get all the necessary things for his mother.Even when he came to know that his mother is not well.He called his cousin to take care of her.It seems that he had one important career changing assignment at that time.

Now, With every step towards that room he was realizing how much she would have missed him and his father.He stood outside the room.He saw her laying on the bed and he could feel she is waiting for someone in those closed eyes.He went near to the bed.Every minute, he was feeling heavier and his feet couldn't take his weight anymore.He collapsed on to that chair next to the bed.He slowly held his mothers hand and said "Open your eyes... Your son is ..".He couldn't complete  the sentence.He suddenly felt some hand on his shoulders.It was his cousin.He said with a heavy tone"She left us..............".
Bereavement wasn't just a word by then.
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Gururaj

Govindaaa... aala re aala

In the world of Khans,Kapoors...There were some heroes who captured my eyes and heart .
This blog is just a tribute to one of those who according to me was a  superstar of his generation.

Mai to raste se jaa raha tha...whenever this sentence someone whispers, one face comes in front of my eyes.A middle class next door boys face, yes its him..i guess you also had the same face infront of your eyes.

Govindaaaaa......yes its that guy who made look acting so simple, who made you smile whenever you watched him acting ,who had his own fan following in the world which was dominated by the supesrtars(Amitabh,Salman,Shahrukh) and moreover the most important point he made people like me to believe that dance is simple and ABCD ..any body can dance.

Let it be Kisi disco me jaaye......Let it be Mai to raste se jaa raha tha....Let it be Sona kitna Sona hai....
Let it be it happens only in India... Let it be Do you wanna partner..Each and every song was made more than special by his dancing shoes.The Steps were so easy yet so fabulous, you felt you should dance to that song.In the song Mere pyar ka ras zara chakna..he has matched each and every step to one of the greatest dancing diva of all time Madhuri Dixit. Bollywood and people like us were so privileged to have him on screen. I confess watching him the dancer inside me was born.

Yes I do agree the stars like Mithun,Hrithik,Shahid Kapoor are great dancers but the Common man touch to the songs was brought to the screen by this man.I have been his fan all through till now.Whatever the dances I do its just an inspiration drew by him.

A Perfect Street Dancer ..as they named him.. Govindaa Miss you Sir.
Dancing Common Man.........

Dance rocks........

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Gururaj

An Eternal Tale...............

The fabulous rush of sunshine
through those  trees was so divine
Awesome is the word for that spot
To play some flute in that morning slot

Suddenly Sound of Bangles attacked my ear
Turned around in sense of fear
Saw you my angel in that red dress
Didn't waste a single minute found your address

Beautiful is too less to define sweet heart
Thanked the God for this work of Art
Got nervous in front of you but spoke everything
Asked my queen would you like me as your King

She shook her head in shy
I was for a minute touched the sky
Loneliness was thrown very far
I really felt like I was a czar

Deep in the heart I had kept you
It was a special place for only few
Never wanted to let you go anywhere
But He didn't wanted us to be a pair

Had to leave you for some reason
Left you alone in that beautiful season
Not like others, ours was a different tale
I missed you, I was a unlucky male

It was not you or not me
It was and will be always We
Might take sometime for our wounds to heal
But our Love will remain , Eternal what I feel

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Gururaj M J

Childhood........ Height of Innocence

Dipping the biscuits into the Tea
Eating it in a style was me
Broken biscuit fell inside
As if I lost my life, I cried

Carrying such a heavy luggage
That too, at that very young age
I was forced to go to school
Thought my mom was the biggest fool

Didn't know what my dad was watching
A game of batting,bowling and fielding
For me,the only game was Hide and Seek
Rest were tough and I was little weak

Safely kept in the book, one birds feather
Everyday my job was to see that page in eager
My friend had said it will multiply
It never did, I don't know why??

Somehow we lost ourselves in this world
Now, Innocence is just a word
To get it back I can pay anything I could
I am truly Missing My Childhood :(

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Regards
Gururaj M J 

Loneliness.. a bitter truth

Once upon a time , Love was the only subject

I thought I was almost perfect

She came and showed me some more tricks

We laid our Love foundation with strong bricks

Let it be the rain or the sunshine

She was there for me my lady Lifeline

So happy we were together

Felt like I was the luckiest chap to get her

Life was struck suddenly by tragedy
God didn't gave me any clue and I wasn't even ready
She passed away in the midway of my Life
Left Her gift my son behind, my lovely wife

I bought him up with all love and affection
Still between us there was no connection
He eloped with his most loved lady 
Didn't care for a moment about his lonely daddy

Sitting alone today on the rock of a Sea Shore

Getting wet in that heavy downpour 

Past Memories drenched in the rain

There is and was no end to my grief and pain..
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Gururaj M J

Cricket... From the Eyes of a Serious Viewer

Nuwan Kulasekara was about to bowl and Dhoni was on strike.I was sitting on the floor almost 10 inch away from the TV.(It was when Virat Kohli got out I thought, its the time to change my place and from the chair I jumped onto floor.Then a great partnership between Dhoni and Gambhir, I didn't move from my place) .The whole day's effort to make my team victorious was about to finish. Dhoni took his stance and next 20 sec was just magic , an experience I wont be able to explain to my grand children even though if my mind is in perfect condition at that time.



Yes, Cricket has been most fascinating thing in the world which I have seen, experienced and the fun which I have extracted from it is unbelievable.One of the sport which is such an integral part of most of the Indians.Even I am not different from any of them (a true Indian).

It was 1996 world cup when I started getting some lessons of cricket viewing from my father. Ohh... that is called sixer... ohh...this is called four...that guy without any job stands whole day  in the field and people shout at him simply and he nods his head or raises his fingers  is known as Umpire and so on. To be frank the Venki - Sohail spat in the quarter final at Chinnaswamy stadium, added some ghee to my interest in the cricket. Even though Kambli's tears had some negative effect, my cricket viewing career was on rise.

Life went on and cricket was with me always in my happy times and also during testing times.I would forget every single thing in the world while watching cricket. Especially if my heroes like Rahul Dravid ,Sachin, Jacques Kallis ,Michael Bevan , Glenn Mcgrath , Shane Warne ,Wasim Akram latest additions  Dale Steyn ,Kevin Pietersen,AB Devilliers  and  Chris Gayle are playing.It was and is kind of a emotional attachment with this game I have.

Certain cricketing moments which i would like to list down which has either given goosebumps or made me feel to be proud as Indian.
> As i already mentioned Aamir Sohail and Venkatesh Prasad spat in Bangalore was the most precious moment of my life.
>Laxman and Dravid Batting whole day in Kolkata test match after following on, an experience i can never forget.
>Anil Kumble's 10 wicket hall in Firoz shah kotla was maginificient.
>Sourav Ganguly's Dance at Lords after removing the jersey.
>Sachin's attack to Shoaib Akthar in 2003 world cup.
>Sehwag hitting a six to Saqlain MushtaQ to Complete his Triple.
>Sachins Double Hundred against mighty Proteas.
>Yuvraj Singhs Six Sixer's at Durban.
>Dhoni hitting a six of Nuwan Kulasekara in 2011 world cup(already mentioned).
and list goes on and still going on and I hope it will continue.

As a Cricket Fan I like all formats of the game , more though Test Cricket where I feel the exact ability of a cricketer is tested. ODI's certainly requires some more innovations, as T20 has certainly taken over as the Entertainment Product.I hope that all formats survive with their own uniqueness and keep us entertaining.

Cricket Rocks!!!!!!!!

Regards,
Gururaj M J

Tribute To Josh Bangalore (Fun team in Tech Mahindra)

My mom always tell that we should always be thankful to those, because of whom we enjoyed or smiled or had a great moment of life.

I think Josh Bangalore was one of them who deserved that.

Regards,
Gururaj M J
(Poem written when I was in Tech M )

Pune .............Bangalore.....................................Pune

After Three months of rigorous training, I was coming back to Bangalore for the first time after moving to  Pune. It was Dec 24th  Thursday 2009,Me and my other two friends planned to start the journey towards our home as it was a long weekend.We started around 5 in the evening from our training center Manikchand Galleria(Near by Senapati Bapat Road)  to Swargate. As we didn't get any tickets in any of the private bus. We went inside the Government bus stand.

One conductor was screaming "Hubli Hubli !!' as if he will accommodate all the passengers inside the stand into his bus. We were so happy to see a KSRTC bus with our own "Namma Karnataka" touch.We boarded the bus and started the journey towards Bangalore.


We reached Hubli around 4 in the morning.We got off the bus and there was other screamer who was screaming "Bangalore Bangalore!!!".The situation we were in, was like "Mann me ek aur laddoo phoota".We jumped on to that bus without wasting any time(apart from going to the washroom).

We were into sleep once we boarded  the bus.It was around 11 am when I woke up. Almost after 7 hrs of journey,we didn't still reach Bangalore!!!!!!.Till that time I always thought Hubli is very nearer to Bangalore.I asked the conductor "Is this bus really going to Bangalore or somewhere else? . By when we will be reaching ?? any idea??".He answered with some confidence "If no traffic we will reach by 2".It means we had to spend another 3 hrs in the bus.Somehow in the frustration we slept and finally we reached our own Majestic by 2:45 pm. I reached my home, Clock was about to strike 4 .The holiday was already screwed up by the travelling and,  believe me this was not the end.There was more in store for us,A worst night mare to follow.

After two days it was Sunday,We were supposed to start from Bangalore .As usual like all guys in overconfidence, We thought we will get bus from Majestic to Hubli very easily and we will reach Hubli by 8 - 8:30.From there we will get a bus to Pune and we can reach Pune by the next day morning.But the scriptwriter had a different script written for us.

We reached Majestic at around 9:30 am and my friend was also there by the same time.We waited for Hubli bus till 11:00 and finally a bus came and we started our bone crushing,Mind blasting journey towards Pune.

As optimistic , I hoped that we will reach Hubli by 10:30.But direction of the script for that day was handed over to some pessimistic, and that was the driver of that bus.The Driver stopped for dinner at 10:30 PM at one of the Dhaba and what more.... Hubli was just 10 km away.Finally, we reached Hubli around 11:30 in that cold night.

By the time, my friend had called his friend who was in Hubli studying Mtech.When we reached Hubli, He was ready with the Self Cooked Dinner.We ate the dinner with Mirchi Manadakki, a famous snack of Hubli and waited for the Bus.Not even a single personnel from KSRTC knew at what time , which bus will come that day.At last at 12:30 AM, we decided to go to his room and sleep, and start our journey on the next day morning.

Next day,Sun came with new rays and new hope.But for the us the story was same.
We got up, ate the Coconut rice prepared by friend's buddy,It was yummy,I have never tasted a food which was so good prepared by a student.We ate that and went to Hubli Bus stand.We got a bus around 9 AM for Pune and another day of frustrating journey started.

We finally ended up in Swargate,Pune around 10:00PM. From there I took a local bus to PimpleGurav ,where I was staying with my relatives .I reached home around 11:00 PM.
Finally to my delight I made it.I was still alive...

This Journey gave me the experience of  how hell would look like.But if I look back at that time it gives me a smile on my face.I thought it was one of the moment of my life to be captured.

Thanks to my friends Ganesh,Santosh who were part of that journey.

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Gururaj M J

National High School.....Those three magical years

In those days, parents who stayed in and around the Basavanagudi Area, had one ambition in their minds, Their child should be a part of Vijaya High School ,South End or National High School , Basavangudi. It was kind of a status symbol for some of them.Even my parents had the same dream.

Thank God..I was one of the fortunate guys who got a seat in National High School and the rest is, what they say History which I would never like to forget.

National High School

The Old Building, which was designed when my grandfather was having an Ice cream for one paisa or in other words when Gandhiji was fighting for  the Independent India.It had its own charm, the architecture and those black colored red tiles and wall clock on its tower which never showed the correct time for many months, took us back to those period of pre independent India.

I joined the school post my completion of 7th standard.When I entered into the building with deep navy blue colored shorts and white shirt which had flaps on its shoulders, I was like an alien in a completely new world, with a Question mark on his face.It took me a while to get adjusted to an environment which was completely different from my previous school.Bigger Classrooms,Bigger benches,Biggest Ground (I had ever seen in Bangalore at that time),New friends and moreover almost all of them were talented or brilliant in one or the other field.Somehow , I got adjusted and realized that I was  indeed a human not an alien.

I enjoyed the stay of three years for many reasons.One of the reasons would be , the quality of teachers we had.Teachers who were part of that organization were truly unforgettable.Many of the wonderful teachers ended their profession when we were part of NHS. We were lucky enough to be students of them, just by a whisker.

National High school will be remembered more for other activities we use to perform than the studies.Sports, Surely was the biggest part of our life in those three years.I don't remember a single day where we never played a game.I have never played so many games in my life before and after that period.We played games which I guess was discovered by our seniors. Choorchand(A game where you used take out all your anger on your friends),Box Tennis,Volley Tennis(Combination of volleyball and tennis played with a tennis ball) to name a few.

The Ganesha Chaturthi celebrations,Independence Day parade,Geetha Jayanthi celebrations,H.N sir's speeches,Gandhi Cap,All India Level General Knowledge Exam,Gandhiji's Exam,Ramayana, Mahabharatha ,Biology Lab,NCC,Cricket Matches,Library and list goes on.

Looking back at those days, One thing I can say at this point of time of my career .May be I didn't do that much well in studies in those three years.But as a person I developed and I enjoyed.If god gives me  a chance to travel to my past I would not miss those three years..Truely.

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Gururaj M J

Rahul Dravid..My Hero..My Inspiration

RAHUL DRAVID

I was about to step out of the school that day, someone just held my shoulders and dragged me back..It was my friend.He asked me "Whats the score man??".I replied "Dude even I came out with you how can I know the score.." .The person who was standing nearby heard our conversation and called us.
We went to him.He asked us "Are you guys so much interested in cricket".We replied "Yes", with such conviction that he would have thought this guys would surely play for India one fine day.Then, I remember him telling that Laxman and Dravid were still batting and total score was around 490. Laxman had completed his double and Dravid had completed his century.Next moment I ran towards the home to catch some live action.If anyone would have calculated the speed of me, it would be second best to Usain Bolt's Record, May be.

That day I realized how much important this Guy "Dravid" is for Indian team, even though he was playing second fiddle to a great innings of all time for India.It was the beginning of something special to come in Years.And,A New Hero and Inspiration was born for me.

When I look back at the era where Saurav took over as a captain and Indians were not a mere Tourists anymore.We went there to be Competitive and we were .A series drawn in England in 2002 and drawn series in Australia in 2004 and winning historic series in Pakistan.This meant that Saurav was the Best Captain India has ever had for the only reason, He taught us to fight.His cause was helped by his Vice Captain at that time Mr. Dravid ,with three consecutive hundreds against England and great double century in Adelaide ,finishing the series as highest run scorer and a epic knock of 270 in Rawalpindi made sure that India were ahead than their Rivals.

He was certainly my Hero and Inspiration by that time, not only for his Cricketing Skills and expertise copy book cricket Style, but  his sheer Persona which captured my heart.The way he handled himself under the circumstances when it was not going for him.An incident which speaks, When India toured Australia in 2008, which was struck by Monkey gate controversy. Rahul was out of form in that series and he was struggling  and in one of the test match, he was stuck on the same score for more than 50 balls and Australian crowd started booing at him.After 2 balls he got a chance to run a single.When he reached the other end of 22 and a half yards crowd started booing once again.He showed the world what he was made of ,  by just lifting his bat and with a smile on his face.

THE WALL

Navjot Singh Sidhu once said "Rahul Dravid is a Player who would walk on broken glass if his team asks him to".With him around, India were never forced to take an extra Wicket Keeper and an Opening batsmen.He was always there.He was ready with his keeping gloves whenever his captain wanted him to.He was ready padded up whenever opener got injured facing all those swinging deliveries .It's not that he was there doing the job, but the conviction with which he was doing was the most surprising thing.

Finally,It can't be just a Coincidence that Respect,Resilience,Role Model and Rahul  Dravid start with "R".
Thanks Sir for being my Inspiration and many more fans like me out there
#RESPECT Mr.DRAVID
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Gururaj M J
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