Dec 30, 2011

It's not Triskaidekaphobia



When it goes,
13.13 on my watch,
I observe a death in  
surrounding and get scared.
Who will pass away this time?
My 6th sense get mute,
and six senses starts working.
Busy in smelling, whispering, 
gazing, hearing and trying
to know the next soul.
When today, there are
1313 visitors at Ink Pen,
I think again.
Is it Triskaidekaphobia?
or 13 indicated the Death.
Who the next can be,
I close my eyes and pray
It should never be
the one,
closest to my heart.




-SSS

Time makes Mime





31st Of December Night 11.55,
hold tight, phone buzz and shout.

1st of January you greet and greet,
the sweetest sweet to eat and eat.

2nd of January you remember the 
31st night party and 1st of January.

3rd of January you wonder,
three days passed to new year.

To every moment of joy,
I felt like 31st December night.

To every awkward moment,
I felt it's just the beginning.

The days and nights were 
punctual to come by time.

I felt, life as a theater
and I am mime.


- Swati Shobha Sevlani


Dead Space





When dead parts are used for make up,
the nails with glossy nail paints.
The hairs with Burgundian streaks.
When skeleton kept to prove
the medical interest of doctors.
The toys kept to remember
your childhood.
The dead plastic things 
accumulated to relax.
When dead hairs are waxed,
looking smooth and beautiful.
The leather to wear
and showing decent.
When the human dies,
it stinks and smell worst
than rotten egg.
When human is dead
soul left and nothing lefts.

-SSS

Nov 22, 2011

I am the one: Devil or Demon

Courtesy: Arena Animation
My impulses are going on
And it will keep going,
Even after your prayer ends.
As I'm demon or devil,
I am sinful or evil.
I know I am disguised,
A Still from the movie V for Vendetta
Having different mask,
On each, a smile affixed.
Call me Vendetta or Abraham,
Call me Gaddafi or Raavan.
I am I, not Shri Krishna.
Moreover, everyone does exist in me.
I smile and sigh,
I feel the Ying and Yang inside,
I know I quit as looser.
Surely, I win the smile of chaser.

- SSS

Nov 21, 2011

When sunlight interacts with particles of dust


Photo by Swati Shobha Eye


On Winter Morning, hands inside gloves,
and eye gazing from woolen threads.
The sunlight whispers to the grains of dust,
asks to wake up to sky,
and let the pavement clean.
As more dust will come,
from the shoes of those,
passing again.
Ultimately,
the grain of dust rises
and kisses the sunlight.




- SSS

Love Never Fades


Photo Courtesy: Mail Online

There were million faces,
I interacted with.
Why the same face,
Still fascinates me.
The face, which is now
23 years old to me.
Grew up with me,
Why don’t people fed up,
Or do they?
But why then,
Love never fades.


- SSS

Nov 5, 2011

Gestures.. Miscalculated Poetries by Misunderstood Poets


Last page of our book Gestures:

The pages are over,
Emotions can never be.
The indifferent people,
With Different faces.
Thanks to all,
Peeping poets heart.
At the end,
Journey of Gestures starts.

- Swati Shobha Sevlani

Oct 23, 2011

Oh Lord! Where are you?


And the wings spread and covered 
the arena and blue skies.
Your hug was so 
huge to revive.


Oh Lord ! Embrace me,
to achieve the Climbs.
Th infinities of wine
and serene of Divine.


Oh Lord! Have a word,
so that I can tell everyone,
that you are my father,
you are creator of nature.


Oh Lord! Thou not crystal,
non the beads of rosary,
you are a tunnel in dark,
with blinking light.


Oh Lord! Give a sign 
of your presence,
as I am despaired
and my sixth sense never works.


Oh Lord! I saw you in dimensions,
shape, pictures and architectures.
Still I am blind from you.


Oh Lord! Show me your third eye,
and the way to hell and heaven.
The life is all about you 
and we are forsaken.


Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
People say, you are in us,
Why I am not cleanse from heart?
Very complex is the web,
for spider to tether.


You are supernatural,
you are the dictator.
you are light,
what so ever,


Oh Lord! You are mine.

Virus Of Love



Volatile was your love,
I realised.
The volatile feel and
memories were volatile.
I touched and realised,
you were volatile.
Since you passed away,
you soul is volatile.
Volatile cant be my pain,
million pricking pins.
Volatile can never be my memory,
like metastasis.
Volatile can never be the love
as your AIDS virus I had.










- Swati Sevlani

Phoenix Arise

The tides were high,
so was my joy...
The moist feet on grasses,
as the moment delight.
The elegant tranquility,
was different from silence.
The eye never mere lenses,
and the dusk rise.
I was sitting in front of giant sun,
as Phoenix ashes arise. 


Swati Shobha Sevlani 
(Phoenix Reborn)

Oct 19, 2011

Linguist of Heart



The languages may be different,
To say the same thing,



The way I am longing and 
the way I learn new languages,

To convey my love.



I am linguist of heart.
I am linguist by heart.

Oct 18, 2011

Professionalism


Here people with tie, jackets, polished shoes,
Limited talks, lengthy cars and designations,
But those were the sweet days,
To cherish when we played
In mud with
Feel of
Selfless.


Oct 16, 2011

सियाही



में सियाही तो तुम रक़्त हो,
में हूँ फ़िज़ूल् तो तुम सक़्त हो I
रक्त यूह बेह्कर अल्फाज़ बन जता है और 
सियाही अखबार घर घर पहुँच जाता है I

- स्वाति शोभा सेवलानी

Rolling Tear




The tear rolled down,
Water was mirror,
Rolling tear,
Settled down in River.
Heavier than water,
Rarer and Rarer.

Sep 27, 2011

Poor Heart



Outside my window, people were laughing,
the crossing cars and racing bikes.
I see a poor heart,
however rich than silks and velvet's,
richest than billionaires and serene.
Like the silkworm making silk thread inside,
or a nest about to fall in the rain.
The poor heart; shadow of nature,
a shadow of creator,
it was inner You and Me,
neither gloves in hand, nor masked man,
simply a poor heart,
beating inside, feeling safe in cage of ribs,
it was lone in between millions,
and stands by itself,
when millions were sleeping.


- Swati Shobha Sevlani


Aug 21, 2011

light was blinking..

I was looking at data cable, the light was blinking. I was on the corridor, waiting for a new life. The people were crying in front of god idol placed at the corridor, people were not able to sleep. There was crowd till one, but silently people slept after sleepless efforts by 3 at night. The light of data cable was still blinking. The ICU was giving me indication of RED till 3 am. Off course, I was tired, but more I was frustrated. White cloths, nurses, wheel chairs, smell of medicines, corridors getting clean in every half an hour with the same smell fluid, trying to please you, but fails in second chance. The facebook occupations were going on and what I can see is my profile wall. Bomb blast in mosque, suicide bomber in Afghanistan, Japan feared of more tsunamis, Obama not able to deal with economical sector of country, Gilani putting his new comments every day, which get space in newspaper, Gaddafi still dominating thinking himself as Messiah, Hosni Mubarak had no cancer, which he claims that he is having, Chavez back from chemotherapy, ManMohan Singh not able to comment anything on the indefinite fast of Anna Hazare, Soniya healing after surgery, UN secretary doing blah blah blah.
The updations were going on and all I can see is the green light of data cable, red light of ICU and more of my wall getting updated.
Everything was going on, little breaths of some people sleeping on corridor can be heard properly as the time was rolling towards morning. Nurse stopped to pass by from corridor.
There was I sitting at sofa, small sofa, not even having enough space to sink into.
There was ICU as I turn my face right and idol of life saver God, whatever you wish, you can imagine and people sleeping as I turn my face left.
I felt as if enclosed in the box, there was nothing happening, but all I can see is updating status of people and updating news.
I can clearly visualize a think that I was waiting for the one, who I don't know.
None of mine was admitted in the hospital.The thing was that I was not having current at my home, so I came to nearby hospital to satisfy my Facebook fever.
All I can see now is that red light of ICU, my data cable blinking green and people who started snoring and my wall getting updated with news, messages and status and comments of politicians, then comments of people on politicians, then feedback of former politician, then people commenting again on them

Jul 22, 2011

Join The Lounge

Join The Lounge

Make me live


Mugs are still as it is,
With aroma seeds dried.
Dinning is as it is,
dust-laden plates near your serving gloves.
Books are as it is,
dog eared pages playing with winds.
Your smiling photo still smile as it is,
Like pain in my heart.
Everything is as it is,
and I am as it is,
Waiting and longing,
Do come back and make them live...

I die everyday


Each tear wipes,
Fearful world inside.
Each deep sigh is,
Troubling breath of life.
To whom shall I complain?
To whom I should say?
To me she was world,
Empty vessel now.
I weep in dark, pretend smile in light.
World see delight in me,
I die every day.

Communication

Two words he said,
Three words I reciprocate.
One word he confessed,
Speechless, I left.
The words died where,
Love begins from there.
Something exclamatory,
Something contemporary.
Some intimacies,
Some infidelities,
Some confined,
Some determined.
Some sum,
Sum some.

Jul 18, 2011

Let it burn

Let it burn
I wish to utter something but thought
Let it burn
I always wish I could tell,
The agony I bear
Let it burn….
Today I dial your numbers 989
To say I still love you
Let it burn..
I wished suicide or death
Decided to stay alive
And let it burn
Never wished to hurt physically
Hurts myself mentally
Just to let it burn
Still burning in your memories,
Still the same for you come back now
You are part of mine,
Still detached
And letting it burn…..

Last Smile :)
















She was sinking badly
The train started slowly.
Her hands were holding mine.
She can’t stop herself from cries,
And tears rolled down from my cheeks.
God! Why this turn comes to life?
The train was at pace,
She gave me a little golden packed box,
With red ribbon fasting it.
I accepted it and her hand finally left me...
I cried sitting next to door.
Can’t see her anymore.
I simply opened the box and saw,
My shirt, missing from last ten years.
I smiled and hugged the shirt,
As it was more of hers.

-Swati Shobha Sevlani

Jul 17, 2011

Stone-heart wept

















Stone-heart I turned,
like mud solidified.
More like a statue,
I saw her and cried.
Mud was dissolved,
by rain of tears.
Tear, mud, heart,
and pain all last.
Stone-heart she turned,
Forlorn I was.

Jul 5, 2011

I surpassed...










She was lost, she was puzzled....
The mingles and jingles lost somewhere,
She opened the door,
embraced the nature.
All she had is to whisper.


The silence by which she said,
the way she walked away.
broken glass and broken dreams,
there was Broken "ME"






-Swati Shobha Sevlani

Apr 20, 2011

kahi mann nahi lag raha hai......

Pata nahi kya ho ho gaya, graduation walon ko rote dekh mujhe bahut hassi aa rahi thi, ki hum itne emotional ab nahi rahe, aur rona to dur ki baat hai, fir aisa laga, hum 5 se 6 din aur aaenge fir sab koi jaa rahe hai. Log kehte hai, chalte chalo, Log yeh bhi kehte hai ki kaash yeh samay wapis aa jata.... bus jindagi ki kitaab pe panne wapis nahi palat sakte....nahi to fir kya kuch ho jata, sudhar jata, bighad jata aur log adha waqt apni pichli jindagi me jaane me hi nikal dete ki aage jane ke baar me koi socht hi nahi, yaha tak court bhi nahi hote aur na hoti koi karyawahi, bas log din bhar urane khayalon me jate aur waapis aa jate..... magar aisa lagta hai ki kuch palon ke lie yeh cheej lagu ho jae, jaise ki dil tutna, doston ka bichadna aur kisi ke kuch shabd, woh pehle I love u, aur na jaane tamat chije jo kuch kah jati hai aur aapko dar rehta hai ki itna accha pal kabhi hum bhul na jaee, aksar hota bhi yahi hai, hum accha pal bhul bhi jate hai, kyonki woh ache sirf kuch waqt ke lie hote hai.... jaise ki school ke doston se bichadte waqt kitna roye thee, iske andaja to hoga apko... aur fir Graduation me kuch aur baat thi, aur fir dekhte hi dekhta Masters bhi ho gaya..... magar me aapko batau kuch chije hoti hai baar baar, unhe kaid karne ki jarurat nahi......jaise ki wahi ek ehsaa alag insano ke lie hona, jo school ke doaton ke lie hota tha, woh kab college main bhi hota, uski intensiy or frequency aur postion aur velocity change ho gai, magar thi toh wahi chij,Vaidehi ne akhir ro hi dia,, aaj uska rona dekha nahi gaya, meine use gale lagaya aur aasun aa pade, itne me jhagde hue lucky se baatchit band thi magar use mere anssun bhi nahi dekhe gae, woh chup karana fat se aa pahucha, sab dost khushi me to nahi the meri, magar in do saalon me pehli baar rota dekh, khudse dur na kar pae, har koi bolta raha, Sevlani, mat ro, kal milenge, acha nahi lagt mota, .... school of journalism ke baare me log kuch bhi kahe, magar meine dekha ki insaan yahi milte hai.........aaj mann kar raha hai ki kash me har ek SJMCiian se baat kar saku fir se, waqt aa chuka tha ki hame Media Mantra 2011 ko chodna hi tha, hum chod aae woh siskia kahi un jagahon pe, jahahn diwaro ke kaan hote hai, hum chod aae us benches ko, jahan hamare jaise har saal naye log aake batihenge... magar kuch chehre aise hai jo aksar, subah se shaam yaad aaengae aur apko bahut rulaenge, sach bataun, itna pyar, itne saare log, kahi nahi mila aaj tak.... differentiation, integration, fiction, force, division, multiplication, colonisation har kahi hota hai... magar yaha sabse kam tha....roj ki tarah mujhe laga ki is jagah ko kassh me nahi chod pati, kash me yahi rahu..... jab mujhe aage badhna hai to kya me sab choddh du, jo mujhe pasand aaya, jaha meine jivan jia.....jawabdario se waakif hu mein.... magar kyon aisa pal aaya ki hum sochte hai, ruk jau thodi der aur laut jau un galio mein.....sjmc  ke classrooms.... ......kya hum aise hi karte rahenge jindagi bhar..... kya yahi hai dastooor, ki jise chaha use chordo.....ap mein se kuch ko yeh lag raha hoga ki mein extra emotional ho gai hu, 2 3 dino me theek ho jaungi, magar aap fir yeh bhi soch lijie ki aaj aapki sabse pyari chij apse dur jaa rahi hai..... aap kaisa feel karoge....aaj meri jindagi ki sabse pyari chij jaa rahi thi..to mein extra emotional ho gai hu shayad.....

Apr 3, 2011

Immortal love, Immoral Lover

Recently, I was too busy with my work, labs, clattering of test tubes, setting centrifuge, diluting the life somewhere with samples etc. I thought that I did forget him, now he is no more in my life. I remembered you, you once said, “People just keep those persons ALIVE in their heart, who don’t actually deserve to be”. And I really practiced it, it helped me too. It was happy to know that, I haven’t kept him alive and he is finally out, YES “He Is Dead”, I was happy and contended. Feeling of victory I bathed with as it was an impossible task I finally turned it done. I never thought that, I will ever be able to survive without him. After my 20 years he was the only reason, basis of my Existence! After all my love, he was.
Yesterday morning I woke up, my head swinging, something burdened my heart and burning my thoughts, I dreamt of him. Consciously not even a single thought running in my from past one month, I thought I m living so happy without him. I thought that my labs centrifuge, spectrometry, diluted him from the memories of my life. I had learnt to disengage my mind, whenever any thought of him used to strike. But I was wrong, love killed me once again, subconsciously he was in me, I closed my doors but it was knocking on threshold,

Then the day terminated but not his memories striking me hard, haunting me. My heart cried badly and giving mix gesture to people around me memories flooded back to me vividly and feelings deep seated growing as a seed. The crew cut he was famous for, sitting in a distance smile prevailing at face. His silence speaking much more. I speak so much, after all a good orator but more than that I loved, without expecting and asking same from him. I trusted him and never thought why he had first sight love, because of my beauty, grown more after loosing my fat by striving to N.C.C.. He asked me for water and joined us; I thought so sarcastic and proposed me on same table at ICH. I started loving him, later on. But I never thought that it is convenient for people to say something, and to do something.

He might have never dreamed about me as he was so busy in his money making as if he used to think that churning the Straw will turn to gold. Money was the only thing bringing so many slips between cups and lips, that Coins which make sounds, bought a sound of Shehnai to his home, he married someone else without letting me know all that, making me confirmed that he is going to engage my finger with the ring of his love by few days ahead in front of my mother, brother and his guardians.

Even after facing all this, I was not able to forget him as if one has opened junkyard where your preserved moments make your eyes wet and you love to be there without caring for dust or spiders.

THIS IS LOVE. Time has passed, situations are not same, my darling never ever loved me and I realized that I was just to fill a void of so called girl friend in his company as every friend of him asking him to fall in love with. My emotions sinking deep to my cavity that mugs, his uniform of captain in which he looked my hubby, but his drinks hang over on my anger and his friends who spoiled him by getting doped to drugs, whish I come to know later on. I too have changed completely. After knowing all this one thing never ended, the same forever, My Love,,,, its still the same. The intensity, that passion, those feelings are the same. They haven’t changed yet.

When he was with me, I felt that this love is everything, the best one, the whole. I can’t love him more than this nor less than this. This was the limit of my infinite love for him. But I never thought that this infinite love born in my heart will actually TRANSCEND time! Now I come to know that, love is IMMORTAL. It never dies; it never runs out. If love is true and deep; it always remains there, in our hearts. Love gives satisfaction; when you let yourself flow into it; when you don’t fear that you will drown or thrown away at the shore. And ultimately you learn to RISE IN LOVE. If there is true love, you will rise; your soul will attain a higher order. Your own chemistry will change for good. Believe me! You will feel oneness with God.

I thank God to give me strength so that, I could love him fully, wholeheartedly. I thank God to give me the potential to love at my very best. It doesn’t matter that I loved somebody who never loved me.

Now I have learnt to live without him, to live without tears, gloom and memories. I don’t need him anymore. I don’t want to see him. Because he is in my heart, forever. Whenever I feel like having him, I know that he will come out from my heart. He is always there ………
I have kept him alive, and will be there throughout my life, till eternity.
The Most important thing is to LOVE ACTUALLY.

Now, I am happy to be as I was before. I have attained my original self, free of anger, tears, pain and anguish. There is no fear of having or loosing him, because
MY LOVE IS AROUND ME; WITHIN ME, WITH ME ALWAYS.
I STILL LOVE YOU THE SAME, MY CAPTAIN.....

Pain Works.....


WHEN IT IS PAIN,IT WORKS....

PAIN WORKS LIKE A NEEDLE, DOPPING YOU WITH MEDICINES SOMETIMES AND SOMETIMES TAKING YOUR BLOOD OUT FROM YOUR OWN VEINS, LEAVING PAIN.

IT WORKS TO SAVE SOMEONE LIFE,TO BRING SMILE TO YOUR FACE....

PAIN BRINGS TRANQUILITY WHEN YOU RUN WITH DEEP BREATHS, DOG TIRED AND YOU STOP AND SAY YOU ENJOYED THE RUN AND LITTLE DROPS OF WATER QUENCHING YOU THURST...

PAIN IS STRANGE, UNDEFINED, EXPECTATIONS BRINGS THE PAIN, LOVE BRINGS THE PAIN, DEATH BRINGS THE PAIN...STILL BORN BABY BRINGS THE PAIN...
BUT SOMETIMES WINNING OF YOURSELF AND LOOSING OF COMPETITOR ALSO BRINGS THE PAIN.


PAIN MINGLES IN MIND WHEN ONE COMMENTS IN WORDS LIKE ARROWS, WHEN ONE DONT GIVE YOU A GLANCE TO SHOW THAT YOU WERE EXCELLENT, WHEN ONE POINT OUT YOUR POTENTIAL..
SCREAM,CRY SOUNDS ABSORBED BY FOUR WALLS NOT BY ANY EAR.
YOU RELAX YOURSELF BY YOUR OWN THOUGHTS,INTROSPECTIONS AND NO HANDS TO SUPPORT YOU.
YOU GET BACK AND RUN AGAIN..

MAKING YOURSELF LIKE BUILDING THE CASTLES WITH PLAYING CARD, BRINGING BRICKS AGAIN TO CONSTRUCT, SAVE IT FROM CALAMITIES, YOU GET STRONG NY NUMBER OF STEPS YOU MOVE AHEAD..

IF YOU DONT FEEL THE PAIN,LIFE SEEMS UNSUCCESSFUL. MORE THE PROBLEMS, OBSTACLES, MORE DESERVING YOU ARE, MORE SUCCESSFUL YOU ARE...
MERE SLEEPING 6 HOURS IS NOT LIFE, LIFE IS TO BURN YOURSELF..
TO WORK OUT WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND BRAIN, TO FEEL THE PAIN ...

A PROLONGED PAIN BRINGS EITHER DEATH OR RELIEF,IT BRINGS TEARS WHEN ONE WONS THE TOSS OF LIFE, SUCCESS IS WHAT YOU TOIL..

PAIN WORKS,YOU KEEP WORKING ...YOU WILL BE BLESSED WITH LOVE OF ALMIGHTY...
BUT TOIL WORKS, NONE OF YOUR HARD WORK IS FUTILE AND IT IS HELPFUL IN ANY TURNING OF LIFE...
BELIEVE IT OR NOT...BUT PAIN WORKS

Goodmorning Madam

Finally, I reached home, keeping bags on threshold of my home, a sigh of relief. After so long, I was back. With my mug filled with strong ginger tea, I climbed up the stairs; I started finding myself as a child who used to climb this stairs, resting hand on wall. I opened the door of storeroom. Its creaking sound irritates me no more, the innocent smile prevailed in my face, seeing the dust-laden, untouched, live things in store, seems more impactful in reminiscence. I started moving towards my cupboard, keys were hanging in the key socket and no wind across to play with them, and I used to hide them somewhere being a notorious child. Gush of dust came in my eyes as I opened the cupboard. I started taking out my belongings, my pens, pencil, drawing sheets with undimensioned images, not clearly visible like memories, but some of them have not faded the colors from it, like imprints in my mind. Some small notebooks with yellow pages and dog-eared ends bought a feel of being grown up. Memories started flooding back, the talks of classmates, uniform(whose belt was also kept as a sign of proud), changing of teaching faces after every class, their well pleated saris, with leather belt wrist watches, designer bindis and those silver foil kept as bookmarks, from consumed chocolates. I opened the notebook; my writing seems a Report Card of my mood swings, when I frown, writing goes at its worst but when happy, turns on to smooth cursive. Every alphabet represents my emotions, ‘f’ seems to be stubborn, ‘d’ seems bit arrogant, and ‘s’ used to smile, being my initials. However, this were not the reason to keep them preserved, it was something else. Red marked signatures, comments and circles of an unforgettable teacher. Her signatures were easy to depict her nature, more polite and ease in handling notorious children. Her comments like good, stars and excellent were enough to tell my attitude on that day. Many four folded paper quoted by her were in between notebook, but no pictures of her. It was the time when my school was changed due to cardiac delicacies as referred by doctor. Unable to concentrate in classes due to health problems but failed to express. My new school, but she was more new, to get her was all destined. Her polite voice and beautiful eyes were full of expressions but neither her eyes, nor voice were successful in depicting the anger. Her chubby cheeks bring more beauty and make us to dare more noise in class. Her teaching never started from textbooks, it was approximately inside bag for fortnight but spellings, dancing, basics of science, I.Q. and current affairs turned on. Extempore were surprising for standard fourth in those days, but not for our mental standard, she used to say.

I was perfect in health and my studies too, months and days passed by, visit to doctors and regular to school were only my job. Exams were conducted, results got declared, she announced that I topped, she left the premises and told us that she will be back by next session’s have not found her there by next session. Being fit, I also changed school.

Today I am pursuing masters in mass communications, and I destined here just because of that motivation, here I see people making many mistakes, as there might be no teachers to up bring the strong roots to them. The university teachers are not going to tell you about spellings, they are just to impart knowledge. I realize that, the right knowledge at right time is in need by a right person; otherwise, it resembles quotation of one of my teacher “vidhyarthi, vidya ki arthi nikalte hai”.

Problem is not our value-based education, but problem is in our education system, in way of teaching...…resulting brain drain.

I still feel downs, there was no one to teach me Hindi and now there is no one to mark red circles in my Hindi articles now. Throwing a challenge when people ask me to proofread the Hindi write-ups. many becomes alumni of renowned colleges by mugging up the logics of science being ignorant to logics, few of my friends still don’t know the word PhD is abbreviated for ? However, toiling and appearing for NET. Nevertheless, that person made me jack of all and elements in me are the inspirations of her. I am searching her in crowded profiles of face books and orkut and no record is available in school now.

Come for Dinner, mom summoned.

I have not wiped the dust and kept it back, leaving keys hanging.

On this Teachers day, my tribute to all my respected teachers, who acted as my parents and to my parents who acted as my teachers, my almighty and instincts of nature who guided me every time.

My inspiration Reena madam, Nivedita madam and Sonalee madam


Swati Shobha Sevlani

Mar 31, 2011

Fever and Fervor : World Cup 2011


Time is 2.30 pm, 30th of March, and Mohali is visible on screen.
When India crossed through Semi Finals, people were not happy because India is going for Semi final but mainly because its Indo Pak match, everyone arranged there program, going to friends home, or somewhere out, online watch, sms alerts, Radios frequency were tuned as if Nehru is about to declare that at the stroke of midnight India achieved freedom. People were bunking and gossiping about match fixing was ever hottest like Ayodhya. Everyone was arousing voting questions that who will win and approximately 5 times more people voted for India winning. By morning, everyone was stretching the body and saying holiday, no work today please, it is all about India vs. Pakistan. Fixings were investigated and estimations were done. People were confident that India would win as all matches of last world cup gives a clear graph of being victorious. All ambiences were set, people switched on televisions at high voice, and commentary was audible from everywhere. It was pin drop silent when I was walking in road, no traffics, shops closed, only one thing was there commentary, people inside City Vans, peoples were sleeping with frequency tuned on. sms alerts were continuous, even boss was indulged in his own office, muting the TV. Bombardment of message beeps was clear at a sight. Seeing crowds outside shops having Television sets made me not able to drive properly. The birds were not chirping, dogs stopped barking, nor any Sabjiwala neither Vendors were mean to work. Many left food half done.Finally, its 10 minutes left to 2:30 pm. The camera zooming in and out the applauding, flag hoisting audience. Here comes the coin and two captains. India won the toss and thus gone for batting. 7 consecutive four by Sehwag helped like a spark in dry forest. He was out but Sachin century undone was biggest sign of victory for people. People curse his century as indication of failures and then indecisiveness on the Sachin out decision was really had to accept. Yuvraj upset more of his audience and Sachin out before century was majorly a token of indication to its winning, according to people. Fielding was off course losing its pace many times when Pak was batting but Pressure made on Green can’t be denied or unseen.
Match nowhere seems to be fixed as you can’t befool the audience many times you see. However, statement of Pakistan Home Minister was after all deserves across Front-page coverage as it tells that even countryperson is saying that my country can be sold for mortal money. It may be because they might be known to the fact that Pakistan is going to lose, so he put this statement to rescue them. The things observed during this match may need more improvement to win to Sri Lanka as this time players were badly injured, but this time exchanging of abusive words were at least and there were exchanging smiles between player many times. At the end of the game, all decided that we have to out the last player before completing the over and attempts were clearly visible but finally it was all out. Afridi was afraid and but happy to see the performance of young player in team, but the differences in score like 29 for this time and approximately 30 from last few matches, shows a lapse colliding between India and Pakistan from last many World Cup Matches.
People were not able to hold the nerve, Fever was rising, and atmosphere was hot and tensed even after knowing that winning is assured, fervent souls were enthusiastic and lastly when Pakistan was all out, Indians were buzzing, can’t control such immense happiness. There were hooting, screams, cheers, happiness, smiles, dancing; joy and above all everyone came to streets with drums, many with guitars, crackers and slogans. When there were fireworks in sky, there were dholes and dances on earth. After 4 years again they might have this much joy, husband wife forgot there tension, patients were out of bed in Hospitals, old people were awake late at night, no shops were closed till 1 at night and poor people just forgot that what they were worried about, deficiency in materialism doesn’t have to deal with happiness, people forget about next day office and closing of Session on 31st of March. Flags were hoisted at night, the ambience made us felt as if World Cup is achieved and Fervor of World Cup 2011 was at its peak. Eleven players bought smile to millions of people. It was amazing feel and seeing all around the gaiety and zeal of celebration, I felt Nehru voice, “At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.”