Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai Aye watan, Karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet Dekhta hun main jise who chup teri mehfil mein hai Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar Ab teri himmat ka charcha ghair ki mehfil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai Waqt aanay dey bata denge tujhe aye aasman Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai Khainch kar layee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed Aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai Haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se Sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai Hum to ghar se nikle hi the baandhkar sar pe kafan Jaan hatheli par liye lo barh chale hain ye qadam Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar' Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab Hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj Duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai Wo jism bhi kya jism hai jismein na ho khoon-e-junoon Toofaanon se kya lade jo kashti-e-saahil mein hai Chup khade hain aaj saare bhai mere khaamosh hain Na karo to kuchh kaho mazhab mera mushkil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai. Dekhna hai zor kitna baazuay qaatil mein hai. English Translation The desire for sacrifice is now in our hearts Why do you remain silent thus? When the time comes, we shall show thee, O heaven Armed does the enemy sit, ready to open fire No sword can sever hands that have the heat of battle within, Set we out from our homes, our heads shrouded with cloth, Stands the enemy in the gallows thus, asking, What good is a body that does not have passionate blood, The desire for struggle is in our hearts,
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy.
Whoever I see, is gathered quiet so...
O martyr of country, of nation, I submit myself to thee
For yet even the enemy speaks of thy courage
The desire for struggle is in our hearts...
For why should we tell thee now, what lurks in our hearts?
We have been dragged to service, by the hope of blood, of vengeance
Yea, by our love for nation divine, we go to the streets of the enemy
The desire for struggle is in our hearts...
Ready too are we, our bosoms thrust out to him
With blood we shall play Holi, if our nation need us
The desire for struggle is in our hearts...
No threat can bow heads that have risen so...
Yea, for in our insides has risen a flame,
and the desire for struggle is in our hearts...
Taking our lives in our hands, do we march so...
In our assembly of death, life is now but a guest
The desire for struggle is in our hearts...
Does anyone wish to be sacrificed?...
With a host of storms in our heart, and with revolution in our breath,
We shall knock the enemy cold, and no one shall stop us...
How can one conquer a storm while in a shored boat.
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy.
It happened to me in Bangalore
I just want to share some thing which happened to me yesterday. It hasn’t been a wonderful day for me apart from a couple of incidents. Woke up late missing my jog, had a quarrel with my friend on phone, didn’t get a seat in the bus. I went to the ATM to withdraw some money and I found that my card was blocked. That’s how my day started. Adding to that the food which I ordered in one of the food courts was terrible to eat to say the least. Nothing went my way till 5:15(End Of the Day).Frustrated by all these things I thought of attending ples day function. By the time I reached amphitheatre it was 6:00 and I really enjoyed those music and dance Performances. But still I continued with my bad mood. I got into a bus at 7:15(most of the buses have already started) to see that there a no vacant seats. So I decided to continue my journey standing, suddenly the driver of the bus took out a cloth and cleaned the engine top with that and offered me a seat there just beside him. I accepted it thanking him and five minutes later a girl came to me from one of the rear seats of the bus saying that there was a vacant seat there. I thanked her too and sat there on the only vacant seat.
I got down the bus at around 8:00 and suddenly I found myself happy...ecstatic or whatever you call it. Those two incidents which happened in a time span of five minutes changed my day and mood completely. The Driver and the girl gave me back my day which I thought I lost. I read a lot of posts from ppl here about their bitter experiences with drivers and fellow infoscions. So I thought of posting my experience too, a sweet one rather. If a span of five minutes can totally change a person’s day…I thought life is worth living.
Thanks & Regards,
Vijaya Rama Raju Mantena
Welcome Life as it comes…
*Zidane with GOLDEN BALL award(shown in picture)
**Zidane shown a red card(final of FIFA world cup 2006)Mantle of greatness
Who is the greatest batsman of all time? Sachin Tendulkar or Donald Bradman? The debate continues with R.F. LAMBERT adding his share.
WHAT defines a great mountain-climber? Of course, his ability to defy the odds. An ability that is actually decided on the jagged edges of the mountains. This is also true of great sport.
Who then, is the greatest batsman of all time, in the cricketing world? For those who have revered Sir Donald Bradman as the greatest, it is perhaps preposterous to even suggest that Sachin Tendulkar is greater. Yet, that is precisely what emerges from an analysis of the facts. When you realistically compare the odds that these men faced, the Mumbai lad beats the Australian by miles or "out of the ground".
Cricket analysts (and all of them say the Don is the greatest) talk of Bradman's staying power (his ability to bat for days at a stretch), his ability to come good when Australia needed a big, match-winning score from him and his incredible scoring rate. They also point to Bradman's amazing temperament, concentration and iron will that saw him make a mockery of even the most devious "bodyline" bowling.
Sadly, these analysts forget that Bradman was simply the right man in the wrong place at the wrong time. He had all the qualities to be the greatest, but the environment and context he was in, simply did not test him enough to justifiably wear that crown. Especially if that crown reads: "greatest batsman of all time"!
Over his 20-year career (1928-1948) the Don — even if he did not play all those 20 years — faced only four opponents (England, India, West Indies and South Africa). Most of the time, his opponent was England, against whom he scored 72 per cent of all his 6,996 international Test runs (19 of his 29 centuries were against England; nine scored in Australia and the remaining 10 in England). He literally saw pretty much the same bowlers for a long time. So the bowler's face, manner, body language clues, strategy and skill were rarely new.
In his 13-year career (1989-2002), Sachin, on the other hand, has played nine Test opponents (Australia, England, West Indies, Pakistan, Zimbabwe, New Zealand, Sri Lanka, South Africa, Bangladesh) and seen a new face running toward him on every tour. Not one of them has he played more than 15 per cent of the time and he has scored centuries (20 in all; 14 at home and the rest overseas) against all of them, except Bangladesh.
Of course in that time, and apart from his haul of 8,500 Test runs, he has also scored well over 12,000 runs (including 34 centuries) in one-day internationals (that are several times more difficult to score than in Test cricket). He has demolished the best bowlers from all these nine teams — a total of 64 tons in international cricket. Roughly, around two tons for every year of his lifetime, not just his career.
The Don played in only nine grounds in the world; Melbourne was his arena for 30 per cent of that time. He was used to the pitches, the crowds and the playing conditions. While Sachin, apart from the eight grounds in India, has played on 12 grounds in nine countries spread across four continents.
Yet figures do not always tell the whole story. There are a countless other factors. When the Don played, competitiveness on the field was fierce, but its manifestation as it hit his bat was positively meek compared to what Sachin has faced. The moving ball that Sachin thrashes into the stands comes at him at speeds — often close to 160 kmph — that the Don could never have dreamt of (despite pacemen like Larwood and Voce). Balls are now honed by the latest technology to move faster, smoother across the "fastest" and hardest pitches in the world, giving the batsman only a fraction of a second to pick his shot. Sachin has faced the fastest bowlers in the world and hammered them; the same cannot be said of the Don for he never got the chance to face a genuine pace attack on a genuinely fast pitch.
Swing was rarely, if ever, used at the time the Don played and he had to essentially contend with ridiculously modest spin and pace and, of course, line, length and body bowling. Whereas Sachin has had to contend with lethal swing, reverse swing, the deceptive slow-ball and seam wetting commonly used to affect the ball's trajectory. A fielder today would most certainly pick up a four and a six hit by a batsman of the Don's era since then diving was not standard of teams in their spotless flannels.
Return throws from the boundary that shatter the wickets were unheard of in the 1930s and 1940s. It does not matter to today's fielder whether the ball is near the pitch or hurtling toward the boundary line. Balls that seem destined to reach streets outside the ground are often returned to the bowler by cover or gully, a mere second after they have left the bat.
Lbw, run-out and caught-behind decisions during the Don's time were left entirely down to the umpires on the field; invariably English or Australian! Omniscient roving cameras today catch all their mistakes. Apart from the two on the field (from several nationalities), Sachin has had to beat the third umpire, slow-motion TV replays and murderous appealing that, on several occasions, has "forced" the umpire's working finger. It is certain that the Don got away on more occasions than he would have bothered to count, while Sachin has had to walk toward the pavilion, a victim of dubious "finger work".
Captains, who led teams against Australia in the 1930s and 1940s, just did not have the cricketing knowledge and experience that present-day captains have had. Experience that comes from watching a century of cricket, from watching slow-motion replays, from setting fields to a bowler's line of attack.
The Don's incredible batting average, scoring rate and huge innings totals look like mountains when compared to Sachin's exploits. But when you see what Sachin has been up against, you realise that the Don — and indeed all his contemporaries — had it far easier.
Although the Mumbai boy lacks the Don's formidable powers of concentration and often throws away his wicket, Sachin is a more complete and rounded player. He has dictated terms to the best of bowling in the world in the most demanding and competitive circumstances, with an astonishing array of shots. It is a grave injustice to cricket and to Sachin to refer to him as second to anyone — even if that someone is the justly revered Sir Don. He performed in conditions that were, by no means as daunting as those in present-day cricket. It is time cricket's Hall of Fame gave Sachin his rightful place.The Don was the greatest batsman of his time and accepting Sachin as the greatest batsman of all time, does not detract from the Don's greatness. Yes, it is likely that some day a lad from the next century will unseat Sachin, merely on the strength of having faced heavier odds. Until then...
It is true that Vande Mataram blossomed forth in Anandamath, but it is even more true that it was Bankim's intention that it should blossom forth beyond Anandamath. For Vande Mataram, the song, was composed before Anandamath was written. How Bankim saw the wonderful vision that worked as a most powerful spiritual lever in the movement for his country's liberation, how he immortalised that vision in the hymn are not fully known. But this much is known that one auspicious moment arrived, in 1875, when Bankim took a holiday to escape from the hectic life of Calcutta. He boarded a train bound for his native town Kantalapada. As the city left behind, there was greenry all around and his heart filled with joy. The contemplation of the motherland with her rich rivers, flowers, fruits and forests sent a pulsating current through Bankim. In that instant the sod was turned into divinity by magic. His eyes and ears became alert, hungry. His inner eye beheld the motherland in all her rich variety and beauty; his inner ear listened to voices from the earth, the air and the sky. And Nature begot her song! She gave it to benevolent Bankim! He bowed and received the gift. And then he reduced it to writing, as one who saw and heard the whole of it. Vande Mataram! Those lakes, and rivers, the sacred Ganga, Jamuna, Godavari, Saraswati, Narmada, Sindhu, Kaveri; and those groves laden with fruits of many kinds, a very paradise on earth; and the soft breeze which gently kisses as it passes by; and the endless greenry.... Sujalam suphalam Malayaja sheetalam Sasya shyamalam Mataram! An d the land bathed in moonlight, trees and creepers gay with tender leaves and flowers, the sweet smile and melodious voice..... Shubhra jyotsna pulakitayamineem Phullakusumita drumadala shobhineem Suhasineem sumadhura bhashineem Sukhadam, varadam Mataram! And the leonine roar that issues from multi-million throats; the blinding flash of millions of swords leaping up in an instant; and the spectacle of unfettered strength triumphantly trampling the enemy under its elephantine foot.... Koti koti kantha kalakala ninadakarale Koti koti bhujairdhrutakharak aravale Ke bale ma tumi abale Bahubala dharineem Namami tarineem Ripudala varineem Mataram! Th e ancient land of giver of the Vedas, and those centers of devotion, power and knowledge... . Tumi vidhya tumi dharma Tumi hridi tumi marma Twam hi pranah shareere Bahute tumi ma shakti Hridaye tumi ma bhakti Tomarayi pratima gadi Mandire mandire! Jaya Durgi....Sri Lakshmi....Sri Saraswati... motherland! the Goddess incarnate Twam hi Durga dashapraharana dharinee Kamala kamaladala viharinee Vani vidyadayinee Namami twam Namami kamalam Amalam atulam Sujalam suphalam Mataram Vande Mataram! Th e one evergreen, ever new, and endowed with riches of many kinds.... Shyamalam saralam Susmitam bhushitam Dharaneem bharaneem Mataram! The song was born, Bankim put the infant in the cradle of Anandamath. He knew the great promise of the infant. The prophet was aware of the historic role it would play in times to come.