Raja Ki Aayi Hai Baraat

Kings XI , Chennai Super Kings, Rajasthan Royals, Royal Challengers, everybody is a raja these days, even those who might not have the name tag to proclaim. KKR have the maharja and the king of bollywood rolled into one, Delhi have their own nawab of najafgarh to flaunt and Mumbai has always had sach a prince. The only one, sans any royal blood, Deccan Chargers(huh...) were quite aptly beaten black and blue to the last place in the inaugural edition. Raja se panga!!!! Huh.... And that too with so many of them being around!!!! Wonder what Dukey Banna was crying himself hoarse over in Gulal?? Rajputana?? Welcome to India.

Bloody game..... has a bloody habit of biting you in the wrong places. Otherwise Rajasthan who should have called themselves zamindars in he first place, would have been demoted to being dewans , and a certain test team( I love Dravid though) the good times would have been a reality rather than a mere tagline. IPL2 might be a little different though. After all Dukey Banna wanted a Rajputanaa out of India. South Frica might be a little trickier. NRIPL might turn into Non- Raja IPL soon enough. Now, now the closest thing SA have had to do with royalty have been with an angrez mahrani . Raja????? What's that? A mere sidekick for South Africans . Early indicators seem sure enough- Deccan , Delhi and Mumbai ; the teams sans any royal calling have called early trumps and princes are fast turning into paupers . Dukey Banna!!! Welcome to South Africa. Welcome to non-rajsi honeymoon abroad. Rajputanaa can wait for IPL3.

For now, let the praja have some fun.

Does it Matter?

Does it matter?

When I say yes and you say no,

I say come and you say go.

When I say let’s be friends,

And you say,

“You don’t matter.”

Does it really matter?

Does it matter?

That when life seems so long ,

And I asked you to come along.

With all those nice words you say to me ,

These words were also among,

“Your happiness?

It doesn’t matter.”

Does it really matter then?

Does it matter?

When time will take a funny turn,

After being through every person in the line,

At last you will see my face and learn ,

At the end of line,

I have been there all along,

Through your troubles and through mine.

Possibly, you will finally say,” You did matter , my friend.”

But then I fear dear,

Will all this actually matter then?

My first post . Hmmmmm......

Reminds me of a lot of things.......like Sachin coming out to bat and Gavaskar on air reminding everybody who cared to listen that the first run is the most important.And...........ok let it be, I won't bore myself by flinging such nasty comparisons anymore.

Though the vacuum before that can be quite numbing. Heavily pregnant with endless possibilities. What will one think after reading this? But wait a second, who will care to read it? But wait, wait, before that , how will anybody come to know that anything like this even exists on blogosphere( is that the term? Quite tacky eh....) . But wait,wait,wait.... I got tired of waiting and decided to take the plunge( here I am getting tacky) .Guess the desire to see my name in print outdid me . And also I thought that first I will write for myself, then for anybody else. So what if it's only me who sees it. The last time I saw my name printed was on something called marksheet and it was not a good expereince to say the least(as if they ever are) . Hope this might be better.

But first i would like to extend some acknowledgments and condolences. Thanks to my friend Sayan from whose Blog I copied my URL , though in a badly remixed version, and sorry that I did it without your permission. And next, thanks to Mr. Karl Marx from whose book i borrowed the name of my blog in an even more badly remixed version. And sorry Mr. Marx, I couldn't ask for your permission as dead people hardly fall in the category having the qualification to grant any permission whatsoever. Though I am secretly afraid that that his soul might be thinking of dying all over again on seeing the first name of his magnum opus and "CAPITAL" pronounced together. I tried to post a condolence note to Mr. Prakash Karat though(karl nahi to karat hi sahi) .

I hope Sayan won't kill me .......we have had enough of HEAD banging already. Anyway his sutta and chaska blog was only ever visited by the only girl who is his friend , boyfriend and his girlfriend(take that in any order you wish) . And i really hope that Mr. Karat doesn't retaliate by sending the staff asso. in my college to strike....not that it would make much of a difference though. And last but not the least , actually should have mentioned it first, but my deep condolences to english grammar and language more often than not ,whose murder will be committed and celebrated on my blog.