Federer lOSS to Tsonga (WIMBLEDON 2011) - A perspective.

Woman's semis are over but there was still a lot of residual talk about Federer's loss Wednesday. And  the key stat: 11 unforced errors. To the Fed Lovers, this means that their man played well and was simply beaten by a player in the zone. To the more skeptical, it means that Federer was too passive and didn't go for his shots.

Most surprisingly Federer did not change anything in his game to come up with some solutions of his own,chip and charge and most importantly attack his backhand as Joe was doing to him.

I remembered one time in US open 2007, he was playing Lopez , Lopez won the first set, Federer was still going on his forehand, his(Lopez's) strength, Federer did not care, FED is stubborn sometimes, he wants to beat you  with his strength only but sometimes you need to play opponent's weakness.

Yesterday mostly he was mesmerized by level of Joe's play and probably was thinking Joe can not keep this level whole match. But you need to change your game plan, somehow all this happened too quickly for him.

Anyways Fed is playing real well and is in good form and he might get a shot at US open, where he might get good breaks and players from this continent only for his matches in that sense.

I don't think anyone was beating Tsonga the way he played yesterday. Those last 90 minutes comprised a tennis clinic. Sensational serving complemented by strong play in the rallies, strong returns and largely successful ventures to the net. But I can't help think: where were these "zone" matches against Federer in 2004-08? OK, the competition has gotten better and bolder lately. But how come Federer seldom, if ever, looked on helplessly as an opponent played lights out? He always seemed to have an answer. He also seemed to be able to ride out a hot set before prevailing. Yesterday, he seemed almost resigned that it wasn't his day.

The big question  is whether he'll win another Slam. I still say it's possible. You don't have to beat everyone in the field; you only have to beat the seven guys in front of you. Plus you can catch some real breaks. Look at Federer's 2009 Wimbledon draw, for instance, and tell me he wouldn't go through those opponents today. But it's looking like more and more has to go right for that to happen.

Crossroads.

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At some point in our lives, we are all faced with a crossroad of some type or another, when we really have to make a choice for good or bad.

What really give us the headway, are the people we really love and trust. But at times confusion sinks in and that mindset is hard to comprehend.

These inevitable turning points present positive opportunities to live life anew and recreate our lives. Our shared personal experiences, sage advice, and gentle guidance offer us the hope and faith we need in order to face our crossroads and soulfully traverse the roads of our lives.
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निस्तब्ध -  quiet

एहतराम -  respect /  honour
हुजूम      -  crowd
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जिस  मोड़ पे आकर,  मैं  हूँ  इस कदर  निस्तब्ध 

यहाँ  से राह मेरी  अब ,  और कैसे कोई  समझेगा.

राह जहाँ  भी जाती हो,  उसका  नहीं  है  एहतराम.

राह दिखाने  वाला मेरा अब, और कोई कैसे बनेगा.

मैंने  अब तक नहीं  बदली  राह, तेरी आवाज सुनकर
मेरी आवाज अब यहाँ, तेरे सिवा और कौन सुनेगा . 

भीड़ में छोड़ कर जिनको,  मैं  कर रहा था ये सफ़र

अब इस सफ़र मे हमसफ़र,  तेरे सिवा और कोई कैसे  बनेगा.

मेरे रास्ते वक़्त के साथ  हो गए हैं , इस कदर  संगीन  

मेरी जिन्दादिली का रहनुमा अब, कौन,क्यों और कैसे  बनेगा.

मैं इस crossroad पर  हूँ, खड़ा हूँ आँखें बंद करके

मेरे सफ़र  का मसीहा अब,   बस सिर्फ तू और तू ही बनेगा.

इस वीराने में , तेरे भरोसे  के सिवा कोई हुजूम नहीं दिखता 

तुझे मंजूर हो या नामंजूर , तेरा भरोसा ही मेरी तकदीर बनेगा.

  

  

          

बौखलाहट

आफताब - sun

 

इस निराले  शहर  में, इन  हवाओं  का भी   ऐतबार नहीं 

जिन  हवाओं  मे रफ़्तार ही  नहीं, वो कैसे तूफ़ान हो जायेगा.

    

 तेरी बौखलाहट  में, तेरे  दर का पता   मिलता ही नहीं   

 तू मिलने को बेकरार ही नहीं, तो कैसे सकूंन  मिल जाएगा.

 दिल में नफरत घोलकर  , तू  खोजता  है  राहेदिल कहीं  

 जो  मोहब्बत का  न हो सका , फिर तू उसका  कैसे  हो जायेगा. 

                                  

 दिन  दुपहरी , रात बीती और शामें कभी गुजरी नहीं   

 जो कभी जीता नहीं हो , वो कैसे सिकंदर हो जायेगा.

                                      

 जिन अंधेरों में तू, मुझको छोड़ के लौटा ही नहीं 

 जो अन्धेरें  में जिया हो,  वो कैसे आफताब हो जायेगा.    

  

मेरे  सीने में आज भी वही, सैलाब  उफन  के रूकता  नहीं

जो  दरिया  कभी  रूका  ही  नहीं, वो  कैसे समंदर  हो जायेगा.  

तेरे जाने के बाद भी , मैं  कभी ज़रा भी  सिसका  नहीं  

जो खुद  से ही न लड़ा हो , वो कैसे इन्कलाब हो जायेगा.

                                        

अंतःकरण

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  मौज -  लहर  / wave
  मृग मरीचिका   - Mirage

  आकर्षण - Attraction
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There are multitudes of questions we ask ourselves, some are oblivious and some are more complicated than others. But in general we usually overlook these obvious; we are so caught up in life that we never even think why we are doing something’s in life.

Have you asked yourself lately what the point is of trying to give your best all the time or of trying too hard in whatever area of your life that comes to mind? Faith and community, family, career, friends, your hair, wardrobe, the way you talk, your voice, your dance moves or guitar-playing prowess perhaps even when you're not really an entertainer, or even the photos you take?

When we do not see any meaning or any tangible result in trying, we naturally get discouraged. When nobody notices or gives a damn, we get discouraged. When we do not see any reward, we get discouraged. Given these, is it then all right to do or give less than what we know we can offer?

Some questions are unanswered because of intricacy of life; some are just the way it is.

Bottom line is if you are satisfied with it, live that moment of life as it comes, although it seems wrong to other people, just imagine they are just outsiders in this whole thought process and effort.

 

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जिस शहर में उकताहट हो , उस शहर में , मैं जाऊं क्यों 

जिस रास्ते में  कोई प्यासा न हो , उसमे उनका  प्याऊ क्यों?
  

जिस शहर में  कभी रात ही न हो , उस शहर में,  मैं जागूं क्यों
और जिन लोगों पे समय ही न हो ,  फिर उनसे ये  सब चर्चा  क्यों?   

जिस   महफ़िल  में मान न हो , उस महफ़िल में  शामिल क्यों 

जिस घर में दीवार न हो , उस दरवाजे  को मैं  खोलूँ  क्यों  ?

जिस दरिया में मौज न हो, उस दरिया में  कूदूं  क्यों 

और जिस जमीं पे बस  रेत ही  हो , उस जमी पे मैं  बरसूँ  क्यों ?

जिनके घर हैं  शीशे के, उनके घर में दर्पण  क्यों
और खुद  के बनाये रिश्ते , खून के रिश्तों से ऊंचे क्यों?

जो  समझें  रिश्ता  है प्यार की मिसाल, उनके भ्रम को में तोडूं क्यों 

बचपन के इस आकर्षण को , मात्र .. मृग मरीचिका  बोलूं क्यों ?

जिस रिश्ते में प्यार ही न हो, वो रिश्ता में तोडूं   क्यों 

और जो लौट के वापस आएगा , उसको मैं  जाने से  रोकूँ क्यों ?  

नफरत

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तकसीन  -  satisfaction/ peace
सानिध्य  -  to-be-together
तस्सवुर  -  imagination
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प्यार में नफरत,  खिलाफत है,  रूहानी  है

उसकी आजमाइश तो, एक नयी  कहानी है..

दूंढता  हूँ  जिसको,  मैं  हर  बार  खोकर..

उसकी नफरत तो,   बेपरवाह  नादानी है.  

हर बार जो दूर जाता  है, तकसीन इरादों से

उसकी ये जिद तो, बस अब आजमानी है

एक उम्र गुजरती है, जिसको इस कदर  पाने में
उसकी ये  अकड़ ,  तो  शायद हरकते  बचकानी है.

एक तस्सवुर सा  पाया था,  जिसमे एक बार  मैंने,
वही अमन  और  सानिध्य, क्या मिलना आसानी है ?. 

तू न भी लौटे तो , बस यही  सकून  रहेगा , सिर्फ  बाकी
कि तेरे खयालों में , ये बहते आंसू, दर्द  नहीं, सिर्फ पानी है.