geet ko uthne do aur saaz ko chid jaane do chuppi ko chune do lafzon ke narm taaron ko aur lafzon ko chuppi ki ghazal gaane do khol do khidkiyan sab aur uthado sab parde nayi hawa ko zara band kamre mein aane do chat se hai jhank rahi kabse chandni ki pari usko aangan mein utar aane do fiza mein chaane lagi hai bahaar ki rangat juhi ko khilne do champa ko mehek jaane do geet ko uthne do aur saaz ko chid jaane do zara sambhalne do meera ki behekti paayal zara gautam (Buddh) ke sadhe paaon behek jaane do geet ko uthne do aur saaz ko chid jaane do haste hothon ko zara chakhne do ashkon ki nami aur num aankhon ko zara phirse muskurane do dil ki baaton ko zara jharne do har singharon se bina baaton ke kabhi aankh ko bhar aane do raat ko kehne do kaliyon se raaz ki baatein gulon ke hothon se un raazon ko khul jaane do zara zameen ko ab uthne do apne paaon par zara aakash ki baahon ko bhi ab jhuk jaane do geet ko uthne do aur saaz ko chid jaane do zara sambhalne do meera ki behekti paayal zara gautam ke sadhe paaon behek jaane do kabhi mandir se bhi uthne do azaan ki aawaaz kabhi mazjid ki ghantiyon ko bhi baj jaane do pinjare ke toton ko dauharane do jhoothi baatein apni maina ko to par khol chahchahaane do unko karnedo murda rasmon ki barbadi ka gum hamein nayi zameen naya aasmaan banane do ek din unko utha lenge sar aankhon par aaj zara khudke paaon to sambhal jaane do geet ko uthne do aur saaz ko chid jaane do zara sambhalne do meera ki behekti paayal zara gautam ke sadhe paaon behek jaane do zara saagar ko baras jaane do banke baadal aur baadal ki nadi saagar mein kho jaane do zara chanda ki narm dhoop mein sekne do badan zara suraj ki chandni mein bheeg jaane do usko khone do joki paas kabhi tha hi nahin jisko khoya hi nahin usko firse paane do geet ko uthne do aur saaz ko chid jaane do zara sambhalne do meera ki behekti paayal zara gautam ke sadhe paaon behek jaane do are haan haan hue hum logon ke liye deewane ab logon ko bhi zara hosh mein aane do ye hai sach ki bahot kadvi hai mai is saaki ki rang layegi gar saanson mein utar jaane do chalkenge jaam jab chayegi khumari ghata zara maikhano ke paimano ko to sambhal jaane do zara saaki ke tevar to badal jaane do geet ko uthne do aur saaz ko chid jaane do zara sambhalne do meera ki behekti paayal zara gautam ke sadhe paaon behek jaane do na rahe maikhana, na maikhwaar, na saaki, na sharab nashe ko aisi bhi ek had se guzar jaanedo usko gaanedo uske geet mere hothon se aur mujhe uske sannate ko gungunane do zara sambhalne do meera ki behekti paayal zara gautam ke sadhe paaon behek jaane do geet ko uthne do aur saaz ko chid jaane do ============ wo ghadi jab meera hosh mein aa jaati hai aur buddh hosh kho baithte hain uska naam hai khumari
Even if this story may be lost as
one more in countless eulogies being written for the retiring maestro Sachin
Tendulkar, the story must be told simply because I feel so strongly about it.
To be completely honest, I’ve
stopped watching cricket for a while now. I can’t sit and watch a single over,
I don’t know the names of the latest cricketers, can’t care about the records
and don’t even know who is playing who. This transition has been a complete
u-turn from being an ardent cricket fan who used to live, breathe, walk and
talk cricket, from being the college cricket captain who wouldn’t sleep the
night before every match because he just couldn’t stop practicing the shots in his
mind, who had cricket statistics by heart and who recklessly played with his
career by focusing on World Cup cricket because it happened during his exams.
A day before Sachin’s final test
at Wankhede, when a friend proudly mentioned on Facebook that he got the
tickets for the match, I asked him, “What match?” Even then I didn’t seem to
care; I’ve watched him enough, I thought. And then on the morning of 15th
November 2013, I saw too many updates on Facebook about the match and it looked
like Sachin was batting. So I switched the TV on. Sachin was already on 46
then. And the crowd was roaring on every ball he faced.
I sat. I watched. I forgot myself
for a while. The boundaries came intermingled with the defensive shots: sweep,
paddle sweep, ducking a bouncer and yet trying to hit a boundary by swishing
the bat under the flying ball, trademark back-foot cover drive, straight drive
under the fingers of the bowler, on-drive, leg glance, flick and many more. Clichéd
it may sound but he was truly on song and it was sheer poetry on the field. When
he got out on 74, the applause from the crowd gave me goose-bumps but what
surprised me the most were the water drops swelling on the sides of my eyes. That
was perhaps the cricketer in me who was going to miss poetry in action.
I wondered what might be going on
in his heart and mind. Here is the man who has cradled India’s cricketing hopes
for 24 long years on his strong shoulders and a diminutive five and a half feet
frame. I’ve seen people believing in all sorts of superstitions when he is
batting: never watch him play live but sit in the next room praying, sit in a
particular chair, wear a particular underwear, don’t drink water while he plays
and all sorts of crazy stuff. But what aplomb, what confidence, what elegance,
what modesty, what spotless character and what endearing learning attitude define
his persona? No wonder Brian Lara said he wants his son to be Sachin Tendulkar.
Let me tell you a secret Mr. Lara. We all want the same. But the Sachin we want
is not necessarily a cricketer or a batsman. We want the Sachins to come out in
all the sports and professions of the world and raise the bar through single
minded devotion, love for their craft, complete dedication and honesty. We all
want the Sachin who is the quintessential ideal son, brother, husband and
father. We want the Sachins to give the world the much needed joy when they’re
in their craft, make people feel that they’ve come to the earth to watch what these
There are many Sachins in their respective
sports: Federer, Nadal, Messi and others and there will be many more to come.
Dhoni may be a better finisher, Kohlis and Sharmas show a lot of promise, but
for me, like many others, Sachin defined cricket for more than two decades. The TV is off now. Not sure when I will watch cricket again. It doesn't matter now.
A part of us is beyond time; it shows us the future sometimes. A part of us is beyond space; it takes us through our dreams. A part of us is enlightened; it guides us through our intuition. A part of us is the whole; it whispers to us in silence.