It is our 63th independence day. I must say we are on very much on track of becoming a super power in the future. The world is following our ways of tradition and values.

I wish all my Fellow Indians  Happy Independence day. Be proud to be Indian. On This Occasion here is one special treat from my friends collection.

प्रिय अतिरेक्क्यानो
मारून मारून मारल किती ?
हा १२५ कोटि चा देश आहे
तावुन-सुलाखून निघालो आम्ही
एकात्मता अजूनही शेष आहे

जिंक्ल्याची नशा चढेल ,
हा क्षण चा भास् आहे
१५० वर्षाचा लड़न्याचा
पाठीशी आमच्या इतिहास आहे

लपून-छापून लढता तुम्ही
औलाद तर भित्रयांची आहे
दिसली जी झलक आम्हाला
ती पागल कुत्र्याची आहे

कधी हिरवा,कधी भगवा
ही तुमची धार्मिक ढाल असते
वाहिले जाते जे रक्त सरे
ते तर फ़क्त लाल असते

तसे तुमचे नापाक इरादे ही
कधी पूर्ण होऊ शकत नाहीत
तिरंग्याची शपत आहे ,
आम्ही उगाचच बकत नाहीत

नाक उचलून बोलतो आम्ही
तुमच्या प्रमाने नकटे नाहीत
राहिल जग पाठीशी आमच्या
आम्ही काही एकटे नाहीत

आमच्या अभंगतेच्या कथा
तुम्हास कलुन चुकल्या आहेत
झाडल्या गोल्या ,फोडले बोंम्ब
तय आमच्यासाठी टिकल्या आहेत

हा गैरसमज कडून टाका
तुम्ही आम्हाला गुलाम करताल!
तुम्हीच `भारत माता की जय म्हाणित
तिरंग्याला सलाम करताल !!
तिरंग्याला सलाम करताल !!

|| जय हिंद ||

Today, 24th February had been a greatest day in Indian Cricket industry. We had witnessed a huge record breaking performances.Runs were falling like heavy rains. But above all the miracles it was the Innings played by our very own Master Blaster Sachin Tendulkar 200 (not out). No body could ever imagine to touch that score in One day matches. It is like making an entire teams score by an single player.

I was not aware of the match being played today, came to know about it when i reached college by mistake. And as Sachin reached 180 mark it began to heating up in the class. Our favorite professor Mr. Kutty sir was teaching us something on which nobody was paying attention.

As he crossed 184 his own record we celebrated on small voice. Next was Saeed Anwars 194 and when cross that mark too, It had really heated up and entire class was fired up. One of our Friend Mr. Pinkel Mistry was telling sir about match updates to sir and even professor was enjoying with us by showing us some of the arial shots that he must have been played during his child hood.

After 194 it was feeling like taking ages to complete that mark of 200 we were eagerly waiting for and praying for. In the next end Indian Skipper Mr. M.S. Dhoni was hitting the ball all around the ground for boundaries and sixes but we were not enjoying that “Upar se cursing him that ki sala Sachin ko strike nahi de raha!!!!” And finally it was last over and when sachin came on strike for 199 4 balls were remaining and everyone struck up for a moment and the moment he scored that 200th run. All started screaming nobody was even felt that we were in college and it can be a troublesome matter.

That is the way we enjoy cricket and abhi to ye apne “Tendlya” ki baat thi yar. He made each and every indian proud by standing first in international cricket and preaching to a mark to which no one can ever dream to reach.

God Bless the God!!! We will always remember you for all the treats you have given you for each and every Indian all world wide!!!

Broken hearted with a personality that’s parted
All alone in a world with friends
Nothing seems right it’s all coming to an end
Words are spoken but no one ever hears
Why do I cry these hot salty tears
No one to trust no one who cares
On my own in world of pairs
As much as I tell, you won’t understand
Look deep inside, it’s not what I planned
Lied to and cheated, I’m left defeated
What you see is what I choose to show
Perhaps you will just never know…

How do I tell her I love her
without saying the words
or writing them down

How do I stop from crying
without wiping the tears away
or letting her do it

How do I show her I care
without holding her close
or even crying when she’s mad

How do I keep a fake smile going
without thinking about her
or what we used to be

How do I pretend everything’s alright
when she left and didn’t look at me
or even tell me why

How do I breathe
without her body to keep me warm
or her arms to make me feel safe

How do I live
when her love is no longer mine
or she just doesn’t care anymore
How do I show her I still want her back and always will?

I can’t.

Yesterday, Sometimes it seems so far away,
The wind slammed the door,
The night covered my eyes,
I can’t recall the dream I had this morning,
The memories are colliding with new born moments of time,
They fall like a glittering dust,
Through the crevices of time,
I wish to hold onto those moment forever,
Turn back the hands of time,
To the day I walked away,
I long to understand, what it all means,
To remember the dreams of yesterday,
But The wind slammed the door,
The night covered my eyes with tears,
Now I am filled with uncertainty, Time takes me away,
Through a door that is unknown, And I sense the answer to this enigma,
Will be lost Forever, Behind the doors of time,