I had written a small Patience 02-04 last year,when India had won the Cricket World Cup. Well, this one is for KKR’s IPL Win.
Patience has won.
1) Patience of one Jaques Kallis – Perhaps the best all rounder of modern cricket. In all formats of the game. Stats peak for themselves. Belonging to a powerful South African Cricket team, who has missed on World Cups,ICC Knockouts,T20 WorldCups and what not. Only patience can get such a man going. And it did. Master knock that made them win the IPL5.
2) Patience of one Vijay Dahiya – Long domestic career, followed by a short stint with the Indian National Team. Ups and Downs in a career that can break anyone. But not this man. Took up the charge of KKR as assistant coach. The mental strength the KKR boys show today speak tons about his hard work over the past few months. His patience lets him taste success today.
3) Patience of one Shakib Al Hasan – Coming from a difficult,young Bangladesh, looking promising from the word GO! This man has single-handedly led the Bangladesh Cricket team to several wins. Best ODI all rounder by ICC. At times, his outstanding performance also would not allow him the taste of a big tournament’s win. Well, this man did all he could this season of IPL and the result is right there. Patience won!
4) Patience of one SRK, on Juhi Chawla Mehta, one Jay Mehta – 3 seasons of utter despair. A playoffs loss last season and bashing in the first innings today. Nothing but patience sees you through such tough times.
And then the patience of fans,the team and supporting staff, supporting their team through 5 years of thick and thin. Kudos!
Patience indeed is an important virtue of life. Patience can perhaps bring you what even prayers cannot.
As I oscillate between melancholy and euphoria,
Broken pieces of shattered dreams all around,
I have begun to walk.
Pieces of past puncture the veins of my feet,
I look at the future with closed eyes,
Scared to see the unplanned.
I have taken a leap.
I will still bleed.
But lying motionless was no more an option.
When I open my eyes,
I want to watch a past that I can bear and smile at.
And a present that promises the future I had planned for my self.
There is hope while at work,
To work more,
As I drag myself back home,
There is hope,
Of new things I would do tonight.
Of new things I would tweet tonight.
As I reach home,
Melancholy encapsulates me.
Nostalgia,they say, is a bitch!
Oh yes, coz we are trying to run away,
From our past.
I know no way to live,
Than by being in peace with my past.
I know no way to love,
Than to recount every moment we lived.
There are piles of files to write off.
There are miles to go.
But without you,
There is just a long straight road.
It merges in the horizon;
The horizon moves with me.
I will shave tomorrow,
Its too much of stubble.
There are scars on my face,
To the world – invisible.
The face is charred,
The soul is tanned.
I have smiled through smoke,
But the lungs now choke.
The road was twisted,
But I had thought I’ll sail.
And off-course I did,
With face so frail.
I will shave tomorrow,
Tonight its too late.
The scars won’t just go,
But I shall wait.