रोयेंगे हम हज़ार बार कोई हमें रुलाये क्यों...
when with malice chose this name, it had more to do with himself than others... he realized the same monday...
come to think of it, what has he done in his life? just standing own own's ground ain't enough in life,
is it? in this civilized world, he is still an uncultured, unmannered rookie... doesn't know how to talk,
behave, carry himself... doesn't make friends...ohh! sorry...people don't think he is worth talking to... he actually met a colleague monday afternoon, who is much more deserving than him... smart, learned, well-spoken, knows playing guitar, has been a vocalist for a rock band...in short, a pleasure-to-know-you kind of a guy...
this was just another example... in fact, with malice's current universe is full of such people... and he is such a misfit... joker in the pack, sans humour...
with malice was reborn a couple of year ago, the first innings he played on a turf he knew so well... on his home ground, different conditions, different opponents, different ball game all together... in the second innings, game's changed... on foreign soil; against tougher, unfamiliar opponents; in alien conditions; he is trying hard to survive... what make life more difficult is the fact that he doesn't have a practice match under his belt this time... will he survive? only time will tell...
ग़ालिब-ए-खस्ता के बगैर कौन-से काम बंद हैं...
रोईये ज़ार-ज़ार क्या, कीजिये हाय-हाय क्यों...
but getting a cold-shoulder every now and then works as a bouncer...keeps him awake...
रोने से इश्क में और बेबाक़ हो गए
धोये गए हैं ऐसे कि बस पाक हो गए...
hope ये धुलाई यूँ ही बरक़रार रहे... and with malice can come up with the goods this time around...
