Thursday, February 17, 2011

The game before the game!!









You are certainly not going to like it; you may be kind enough to read it though.
OK, fine. First thing first- Living in a cricketer fiendish country ( Ah! You read it right mate, it is not cricket; it is cricketer) we have almost nothing else to do when this mania arrives.
Being a sports lover is one thing and being a popcorn wizard is another. Watching the prodigally hyped, utterly non-sense, completely rubbish pre-series, post-series, pre-match, post-match, warm ups, country travel over the great INDIAN TV/newspapers, starts three tournaments ahead of the actual one.
A usual game that begins at 2:30 PM actually forces one to switch the TV on at 10:45 for the god damn pitch report et al! And even if Sri Lanka goes on to beat Canada into pulp in a matter of 70 nanoseconds; the whole crap would take the good old 12 hours to end. You know post match programs and analysis.
A good-for-nothing bowler with 1 wicket at 570 in 13 matches he played in some 1989 series adjudges the strategy and tips Chaminda Vaas to better his performance from 8/12. Woilla!!!

Not yet mate, not yet! In the next game, an Ashish Nehra’s 3/106 would be termed as the grandest in-swing (what is that?) bowling ever by the same man, because India has won on the last bowl of the match by a HUGE margin of 2 runs (even after scoring some 639 in 34 overs)!!!

When seen as such, there is nothing wrong in this behavior but I demand a bit of ribs in the back. Only pulp is not what I choose to call man.
Taken that not everyone can be Sachin Tendulkar and has the right (and ability) to praise and criticize anyone but that demands a little bit of fairness. Statements in general should be based on facts and analysis and not on emotions. For that, one is always free to support from home. But declaring in a national daily shows that you are a complete non-sense.

We, the people of fastest emerging/growing economy (I can disagree for another 200 years on this without being exhausted) came up with 20-20 and the reason was very US/Japan like. We don’t have the time to watch 7.5 hours cricket. Agreed, but alas!
We see 3 matches of 3 hours a day. Combine it with the caps-and-tails, it sums up to 16 hours DAILY!!!

Now, who dares to not agree with the big daddy?
And India is the big daddy in cricket. Naah! Not for the quality it offers, nor for the force it is (it is however some force), but for the money it brings to the sports. We are the maddest people about cricketERS.

The thing which made my soul drenched in cricket, the grandest fiesta of this sport, the mighty world cup is back!!

I agree that with ICC Champions Trophy, T-20 World cups, IPLs (The worst germ in the cricketing history) and Champion Leagues, the ODI World Cup is loosing its shine and pedestal in the memories of fans.

It is however a delight, a warm breeze, a nostalgic feeling for purists like me. Not for it promises the same intensity and quality (people can hang me for the use of the word quality) as we would like to see but for the enthralling memories it brings back from the deep inside.

The Bevens and Mcgraths, the Gillis and the Kalus, the Cairns and the Gangulys, the Pollocks and the Kronjes, the Rhodes and the Karims, the Streaks and the Flowers, The Knights and the Flemings are surely to be missed. May be I can be termed as an old age, stinking, 262-is-enough-to-win kind of person who loves battle and not war. But this is how I would like to be known for a few years to come.

The festival is about to begin in some 26 hours from now on and would run for 6 maddening weeks. I am glad I am not at schools this year. I would have certainly made a mess of my exams.
The most prolific thing about world cup has always been that there are certainly more than one winner(s). Reaching to a place which is better that your given status is always seen as some pride. Then there are minnows and they can create some upsets, eating out career of a few big names standing at the twilight of their career.
Life and cricket can be so cruel but then the show must go on.

This edition might not be so different on these maths but is certainly not matching the shin, it once had produced for the white ball and the smell of dust.

When I look at the tournament which canvases 49 matches (why not make it 50 by adding a 3rd place play off?) I could not forgo writing my take on the participating teams.
Hence, if you are not already dead reading 776 tons of pages/GBs here-there-and-everywhere, if you have not cursed me enough for writing last 1187 words (go and count, come back and curse again!!) here is my take on each of them:

Netherlands: The kid who has nothing to loose wins the most number of coins outside the bar and in Ryan ten Doeschate they have a more than eager man. This future Knightrider would make many eyebrows turn and fans who like feet movement would love to watch him. I wish he gets more support from other batters. Bowling seems fine and the fielding can never be a problem to any team when we have butterfingers like Pakistan and India. Placed in a group where they can not cross the first stage (their India like fans may sue me on this), they can only better their record. England and West Indies certainly have something to worry while playing against them. I would not be surprised to see them not-at-the-bottom in the table. But that should be the end of the road this time.

Ireland: Only in their second world cup, they are already a force amongst the down town teams. In the last edition they played as many games as India, Pakistan and Zimbabwe combined could. In Poterfield and O’Brien brothers they have potential match winners. Add to that they have signed ex-english Ed Joyce. Watch out them for their excellent fielding and tight bowling. Had it been somewhere else in the world, they would have surely been in the quarters but here they would have to lift their game a bit too much. But it is not something they can not do. Go Ireland go! Make the Trim castle proud as much as you can. All the best!

CanadaEight years back, someday there was a hurricane from Canada in a loosing cause. He was John Davison turning 40 the day world cup starts, probably playing his last cup. Stocked and piled by NRIs, the team might pull a thing or two but looks out of sort to me. Placed in a group of non-chokers (Pakistan is the sole exception) they don’t have many chances but I would love to see Ashish Bagai and Rizwan Cheema bat sensible in a match or two. They can at least make life tough for others. Cricket is not only about winning. It is also about not loosing and by the way no one is here to loose.

Kenya: I don’t want to be, but I have to be true. Kenya this time looks completely out of tools. At best they are a shadow of what they were once. I find it real tough to see a match when they play. They look just a filler team to make the tally even. There are a few good prospects in Patel and Waters and experience of Tikolo, Odoyo but with no Karim, Obuya turning a batsman and no Suji, I can not see them beyond Canada. Actually they are not pathetic but then if you are at the stage for so long, there have to be some more expectations. They don’t seem fulfilling them this time.

Zimbabwe: The less we say, the better it is. They have that element to beat anyone any day, but they have this tendency to loose to any one at any day as well. Ironically the latter looks more than a routine now a day. Personally for me I would watch out for Ray Price, he puts most on the runs he concede. An international economy of 3.88 per over at any standard, any opposition owes some respect. But it is almost certain that they would be shown door by the league.

West Indies: You have Sarwan, you have Gayle, you have most reliable Chanderpaul, you have Bravo, you have Pollard, you have Roach and you have Benn but you are the worst team and look so certain to loose every game. That is certainly a shame for the world cricket. Hope they can give some farewell to Shiv for the long classy service he has given to a country obsessed with brutal hitting. Anything below a semis berth looks low to the potential but for now even reaching quarterfinals looks real tough nut to crack.

New Zealand: You won’t get anything to answer this but here is a question from my side. Which team never made it to the final of the world cup and played most number of matches in the all the editions combined only second to Australia (4 times champion)? Yes, they have always been a fine tuned, low-on-talent team and performed above expected on the bigger stages. They are in one of the worst form in the near past but then, when going gets tough, NZ gets going. And they have the nastiest hitters and to win this cup, you just have to ensure 3 knock out games. Reaching quarters don’t look tough for them. So, here comes the first potential winners but as the history says, they simply can not win it. We will see.

Bangladesh:  Cricket can be an individual’s game (OK, in India it was a decade back). You don’t believe this? Watch out Shakib Al Hasan, He comes from a different planet and certainly not from Bangladesh. Having all their group matches on home ground, they can even clinch the top spot in the group. What next? You never know with their quality spinners, but Tamim, Kayes and Shakib have to ensure a total near 240-250 and they will have a game in their hand. Not really the World cup winning material but don’t be so surprised if they reach to the semis purely on merit. It would be a shame if they get out at the group stage.

Pakistan: Assume a day when 50% Pakistan is declared militant/terrorist, another 25% thrashed and devastated by earthquakes and draughts. 24% choose to migrate to Arab countries and remaining 1%-11 are found fixing/doping and what not. Still this wonderfully talented country can produce 11 world beaters. The bowling resource simply never drains out. The entire pace men in the world combined are less that half of the pacers Pakistan plays every season and each of them (read each of them) performs. The batting is certainly not of that class but in Misbah and Yunis they have poles around which Afridies, Akmals and Razzaks can hop, and luck permitting can be brutal murderers on their day. Lucky for them, they need only 3 such days. A true cricketing sense says that they should not be in top 8, but if they are in, they can well reach to become the winner. But to be honest enough, I will never want them to reach even the semifinals. Given the way they have been playing recently, it will be a real shame for other nations if they progress to top 4 and further.

South Africa: Almost perfect! They have always been. OK, not really in 2003 but otherwise they have been fantastic. But alas! It takes innovation and guts to be the world beaters. Clinical approach may well place you at the top of the table, but to win knock outs, you need that X-factor. I have highest regards for Kallis and I am amazed by the last classical batsman Amla but to win this tournament AB will have to murder everyone and every time. The bowling is a big worry beyond Morkel. I am not certain why, but I don’t see Styne a real threat in the subcontinent. And then, they don’t have a 3rd bowler, a 4th bowler and a 5th bowler teams will hate to see. All in all, they can easily beat anyone, but then no one really fears them. And their nerves in knockouts, who can comment on that? Pathetic!
Can they break the jinx? I am not hopeful.

England: This is the strongest English team I have ever seen (even after Australia thrashed them 6-1). OK, they are injury hit but that is a part of the game. They can certainly lift there game and go on to win. They have one of the finest bowling unit at this time. They have batters in good nick and they have the world’s best spinner at the moment. But, the drama starts here!
The weather, the food, the condition, the ground, nothing suits them and they have never done well in the subcontinent. Therefore, although they look set in quarterfinals, a Pakistan or Sri Lanka can simply beef them with the spin and dust. Only if Trott and Bell can carry and Collingwood can get some runs to add to hiss cunning bowling, there is no reason that England can not win the cup.


India:  Which team has the luckiest man as captain? Which team has an opener whose individual tally scores over the sum of a number of squads in the tournament? Which Team is considered lion in his den? Which team has number of followers only next to the religion Islam? Which team has been publicized as the would-be-winner of the tournament every time they play after 1983? But then, when we come to the reality, the brouhaha created over, looks skewed and that too to an amount worth noticing. With the bowling attack India has (I am not counting Chawla/Ashwin), they are surely going to bleed runs in almost equal measures as the Battle of Thermopylae did. Luckily to their rescue, they have the Massacre, the Tornado, the Hurricane and the Powerhouse with them (Read Sehwah/Raina/Yusuf/Dhoni), who on their days can torment anything, yes anything. Even a soccer ball!! And in the subcontinent, these days may be more frequent. And they have the god of cricket, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar! The mantra would be: bat first, score 475 and win by 3 runs. OK, score 375 and win by 10 runs. Fine!!
But then, Nehra, Sreesanth (What a player!!) and Harbhajan do believe in ‘atithi devo bhavah’. So, I do not see India as a certain winner at least. Having said all, they stand a good chance this time. At least better than what dada once had in 2003, perhaps!

Sri Lanka: The most consistent of them all in the recent times. The most powerful bowling attack and arguably the most accomplished team set up. In Sangakara they have a captain whose bat does all the talking. In Mahela, the have a player, who can be extremely consistent. In Dilshan they have a thin, lightening quick sehwag, who can bowl well in the sub-continent. In Angelo Mathews they have one of the finest pace all-rounders. A team where Samarweera and Silva go unnoticed and Mendis and Perera are used to carry towels; one need not talk about their strength. In the farewell tour of Murali, they look the strongest force and are the strongest contender of the world cup if one goes looking strength to strength. The trend that they have been performing at the final stages gives them an edge over teams like India, England and South Africa. But in a knock out, who knows.

Australia: Agreed that they do not have a Warne or Mcgrath in bowling, or a Gilchrist or Hydos in batting. They don’t have a Symo either and they look like their own pale shadow. Add to it, Mr. Cricket (read Micheal Hussey) is out with an injury but still they deserve some respect because they still are Numero Uno team in ODIs all over the globe. The tigerish approach and typical Kangaroo attitude is something which is required to lift the world cup and Ricky’s men are no doubt capable to do it again. Remember 1999? If A Langer/Martin/Bichel can perform so can a White/Haddin/Bollinger. The problem lies in the fact that Aussies have be so above all, that even if some team rises up and win one game against them, they are written off. Actually, they are still good; a win %age of 70+ tells you the story. At the moment though, they really look volatile and an inspired performance by the opposition may shut their doors in any of the three knock outs. But it would be interesting to see Punter’s men and their character to get under the skin as they have been doing for past 1000 years. My personal best bet this World cup would be Shane Watson and Ponting himself.


So, agreeing on a fair chance for every team out there I see one of the teams from India, Sri Lanka, Australia and England winning the World Cup.

I do not want Sri Lanka to win simply because they have 20 overs between two chuckers. Now whatever allegation ICC puts on me, I am never going to digest Murali or Malinga. They simply are pathetic. Call it my personal misery but I simply can not see them winning this way.

I do not want India to win more than Sri Lanka, because I can not see the inventor of helicopter shot (ugly, isn’t it?) lift the cup. I can not see Sreesanth and Yuvraj roaring. I can not see Harbhajan turning words more than balls. I can not see Yusuf compared to (or surpassing) Richards/Sobers. I simply can not see Sachin being a part of the winning squad, if just for the sake he has been playing 3 games a year destroying the opening career of Gambhir. I agree that he plays wonderfully when he does but how much does he really play? If you are not fit, move on mate! Life has to be like this for everyone. Bending it for a Sachin and/or a Murali is ridiculous. The above statement does not mean that I am not a fan of Sachin but I want him (or for that matter Zaheer) play every game. At least, a bulk of them. You come once in a year and our opener moves down the order, that is selfish. An injury here and there is OK but resting 8 months a year, I am not sure if any other country has players with poorer fitness than Sachin, Sehwag and Zaheer.
I would want Sachin to score 100000 runs and earn every MOM and the MOS award but strictly no WC.

I therefore choose the two little bit weaker sides England and Australia to put my money on. If asked to choose one, it would be England but I would be OK with Australia as well.

Grit of Collingwood or Charisma of Watson? Tough call boy!!
Let the ball rolling…………..Howzthattt!!!


Sunday, January 23, 2011

Were that you?





Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

                                                                                                                Georges Duhamel
                                                                                              
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“Heyyyyy!!!!”
“Whaaaa….! Who?”
“Hiii! Is that you?”
“What?”
“Look at you! Yes, it is you.”
“….!!!!!??? Of course, it’s me. Who else?” I mean, it is to be me. I suppose, to say the least.
“Whoaaaa!! I am just meeting Dhawal.” Indeed you are, but what gets you those extra a’s in that?
“Yes! That is my name but how do you know me?” I don’t do TV commercials yet. Do I?
“……!!......!!.....??.....!!” What? Say something!! For Christ sake!
“Hey! Why are you staring at me? How do you know me (repeat)? Have we met earlier?” Staring!!! Are you the last hunk over the earth? A girl ogling at you! You gone nuts?
“Don’t say that.” The voice got real low. Seen a pressure cooker nozzle? DITTO!
“But! Really? Yes.. I mean no..I could not recall. May be I have a poor memory. Could you please help me with this?” Ehh! Not many girls I know, fewer I’ve ever met. How the damn could I miss the name of any of them? And just to add, she is stunningly gorgeous!!!

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Oh! By the way, did I tell you how it all started?
OK, here you go.

Same day, 7 hours back.

“Hi! Puneet.”
“Hey Dhawal, is that you over the line?”
“Yes, you bet.”
“Where? At home? In the town?”
“Answer to both of your questions is yes, affirmative.”
“O dear lord of donkeys! What would it take you to show up?” Shut up you crap.
“At your wish, anytime. I’m game.” I’m not good at meeting-goofing-hanging out. Your call.
“No! You decide boss.”
“Are you sure? I tell you, you’d regret, hugely.”
“Go ahead fella.”
“OK, then. Let’s fix it on your funeral. What say?” Not only you suck mate, not only you.
“Sure dead man! Certainly!”
“OK enough! 6 PM in the evening. Is that alright?”
“Sounds like a plan. Yes, that would do. Anything before 11PM is cool with me.”
“And after that?”
“Stuffs you know…”
“Reliance?”
“You cold hearted can say that.”
“Got ya Romeo. It’s OK.” Both men laugh. Humongous!!

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“Don’t you remember me?” silence. “Smriti!!!” She herself broke in.
Ehh!! That can break the window panes for sure.
“Aanhh, haan…. aan? Smri…ti..? Who..?” Bad, damn bad boy!!
Avantika, Anamika, Priya, Niti, Geetika, Reena, Yogita…Smriti?? What?? No! Not in my database.

“You sure, you are Dhawal.” What? Was that a question? I never expected that. OK, at this point of time, I did.
“To the best of my knowledge, yes. I suppose so.” I got the same word incarnated over my passport to say the least. My PAN agrees too. Yes, Yes, Yes, I am Dhawal. Hence, proved.
I tried to lift the moment by being a bit chirpy and casual. Not to mention, I failed… miserably. Have you seen overloaded carts uprooted from the front, yeah, I looked similar.
“The same one from Bhartee Vidyala school?”
“Yes!!” Woila! How’s that? She knows my history.
“Then I suppose you can recall me. Cannot you?” Think hard you frog eyed fool!!
Her smile was dazzling.

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I went over the place Puneet and I had decided to meet at around 6 in the evening.
OK, 5:40 to be precise.
By the way, I over do myself in punctuality and I am quite punctual in doing this.

After waiting for some 10 odd minutes over a place in a lively and crowded market, I was bored and irritated. Bored in 10 minutes, seriously!!
These are social offenses and must not be committed so often.
And I totally agree to it, though unhappily.
Following and agreeing go hand in hand, did anyone say that? I’m glad no one did.
BRAVO!!!

I started to take a little walk. You understand road side window shopping, don’t you?
Happily for you, even if you don’t, it hardly matters. Cheer!
I was somewhere in the front of a ladies suit shop when she screamed from the back.

Yuck!
You are awful man! A LADIES SUIT SHOP!!
And add to it, you cannot recall her. This evening cannot get worse. You swear.

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“CANNOT YOU!!” Get up you lagging behind sleeping fool.
“Umm!! I really wish I could. I may, I mean…I will..hmm..umm…”
“That should help.” And I noticed her beautiful smile for the very first time. That was awesome.
I know, I’m silly and that is now CERTIFIED by MYSELF, Period.
“My deepest regrets but it would really help if you can give me a hint or so.” I give up, to be honest. I never felt begging like this before. And I console myself with this statement every time I beg.
“In that street over the Ganges…. ”

“HI MAN!!!!!, where are you? We decided to meet at the T-point. And then your phone? Why aren’t you answering any of them?” Enter Puneet unnoticing Smriti.
Un-noticing!!
How dare he? But eventually, it makes me happy. Not his coming, his un-noticing her does.

“Hey Puneet! Hi mate! Thanks for turning up. I just got to meet an old friend of mine, Smriti. Meet her. And Smriti, he is Puneet. We have been long time school buddies.” Thanks for turning up, huh! What timing, what a brutal timing. I can surly kill you for this.

“Hi Smriti! How do you do?” Puneet displayed his gentleman behavior.
“Fine, thank you. How are you?” 
How is he? He is fine, flabby, rich and lazy. Uhhh.
“Um going great. Nice dress haan! What do you do?” What? Dumb head!!
I didn’t ask a thing till time and now Puneet knows more than me. I am a complete crap. Oh! I said it twelfth time, I better put it as a permanent tattoo over my forehead.

Not that I had any business with her but then there is something called courtesy. I am in a complete mess, really.

“MCom. about to finish this March.”
“That is cool. I am a doctor, a bad one you know.” Acting smart boy!
“Hahaha! And he must be a bad engineering.” What? She knows that much about me. Hey!! What is my blood group lady?
“By the way, aren’t we gathered here for a job treat due on Dhawal?” Puneet never misses over food.
“Hey! Wow Dhawal! Congratulations!! Where man? Calls for a grand party buddy.”
Buddy!! Hmm.
I can reciprocate at least; my words however would be MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!!

“OK folks! As you order. Decide where to go.” Not that I’m so generous and eat out-spend bucks kind of person but I wanted to know more of her. I was trying really hard to recall her.
And yes, I had to keep my promise to Puneet as well.

But, when you press things too hard, they don’t come your way. Isn’t it right?

They just talked and talked over the dining table and I? I was eating-staring-eating-listening-eating-drinking-eating-staring and then we came off.

We three took a walk and again talked a bit before taking leave. I don’t remember what I said or heard.
 She took my contact number (and of course Puneet’s) and as I more often do, I didn’t took her.

I don’t know her, I barely talked to her, neither had I taken her number. All I know is her name.
Fantastic!!
Bull shit!!
I am totally bullshit!!


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It has been 5 months since then today I read this article about huge Indian bullocks.
Suddenly this spurred in my mind.
There was a similar one, a rather bigger one; or maybe I was so small to sense it’s hugeness. Size do not matter, the incident might do.
It was some 16 years back.
In those congested streets on my way back to school, I grabbed a little girl’s hand by my little palms and ran for our lives.
I doubt over my heroics, neither do I remember the exact proceedings but I got numerous bruises all over and won sympathy/acclaims from her parents.
OK, that was more of sympathy to be honest but come on! I think that much is allowed at an age of say 7-8 years.

I never asked her name, what else do you expect me to do in that pain?
I am not sure if they asked mine.
I never met her again.
I had never known her.
She was not in my school either.
16 years is some time, definitely when you are growing biologically. Appearance changes hugely.

Were that you?

Were that you, Smriti?

Oh! I wish Puneet was a few seconds late that day.
I wish I had your number.
I wish you had called me once.
I wish the paper you had noted my name is still intact.
I wish you read this.
I wish someone who knows you might be reading this.

But anyway, if none of these wishes come true, I wish you stay safe and blessed. May be we can cross each other some other day.

All said and done, I strongly believe in the following said by Friedrich Nietzsche:

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good thing for the first time.

Someday, I would directly ask…………… Were that you? Smriti?? The world is not that big.
See ya!!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Meaning Lost... The four letter word





 “Hi Baby!”
“Hi Sweetheart!”
“Checked the new pendent, I sent? Liked it? ”
“It is awesome, love! Thanks…”
…………..,………….,…………..?................ &………..:)…, ?....!!!!!!!!
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…….Will Rajat and Roshni meet again?
…….Will Roshni’s love bring Rajat back?
…….Will Shreya snatch Rajat from Roshni? (Yuck!!!, Macho kharaab kar ditta ladke kaa!!)

To know more, keep watching……….”%$$%*&^&^%$- The Real Love”… next Monday, same time.

…………………………..TV Closed……………....................

Dear Heaven! 
The catastrophe for the day finished. I am back to life again.
But these things on and off the reel, wheedle me to ponder over this MAGIC word.
MAGIC? Yeah, they say so, may be…even I agree somewhere deep down in my élan vital.

Some years below my chest, I happen to read something by Peter Ustinov.
He says “Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Is it?
Truly?
Though I yearn strongly that this is true, I am left forlorn in this legion where love has been materialized and quantified exact to the third place of decimal.
Third place of decimal!!!!!!!
Did I say that?
Painstakingly, yes, I did so.

May be I was living in the 18th- -19th century and one day I woke up to know that love is not the same as Charles Dickens described saying, “A loving heart is the truest wisdom."
Now what wisdom?
Love is now a luxury and everyone wants to afford it, Young blood, an imported watch, nice deodorant , a cool faded pair of jeans, and a love bud…dy…!!!!!!
Whatever!

I am finding it difficult to breathe here.
Hey Homo sapiens of posterior! What have you done to this air? It is extremely polluted.” Foolish man, it is called the Greenhouse effect…..You are really ignorant.

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“Hey friend! I love you.”
“What? You a gay or something?”
Aaraghghhhhhh!!
Is love only for a Man and Woman? 
In other times (with less learned people like me) this very objective definition of now-a-days love was called sex and not love.

Answer the following question:
Love can be between:
1)      Father and Son
2)      Father and Daughter
3)      Mother and Daughter
4)      Mother and Son
5)      Two siblings
6)      Two friends (any gender)
7)      A person and a pet
8)      All of these
What?? What did you say? No answer matches!!!…………Why?

Oh, Dear lord!
I have been ticking “All of these” for centuries and now they say, “None of these” must replace this.
Love is meant explicitly for two individuals of opposite genders now a days!!!!
Thanks to the kid staying next door. He is 7 and knows more than my 6000 years.


Bible says:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

And that is completely awry now a days………
I mean patient, kind, no proud, not angered, trust, never fails!!!!!!!
Were words been imported from Pluto or the writer did not had a dictionary to check the meaning of all these words?

“Last 4 of my loves have failed in past 7 hours, I am broken.” Someone uttered last night to a Loveguru over some radio channel.
“Ohh, did you? You rotten fella, go get yourself drowned.” I tried to murmur.
“Get yourself and your foolish concept of eternal love out of our fast track world punk! I’ll search a couple of new love over FaceBook in matter of 21 nanoseconds. Out you fool” The sound grew bigger.
I had no other choice but to quit.

Every 7 out of 5 of us is in pain, called love.
Doctors curing mental stress caused by love and its FAILURE (I still cannot withhold it) are making bundles by giving colored tablets which have no medicine value.

Why the hell did Sophocles said " One word frees us from all the weight and pain of life: That word is love."

I really need to ask him. Back in the hell we do meet Sophocles.

Things like Emotional Atyachaar (An Indian TV show) and blah blah… are there to take revenge in love.
And this kills Reinhold Niebuhr every now and then; he was a fool who said "Forgiveness is the final form of love."
Forgiveness!!
Kidding or what?
Who except the Supreme Court of India forgives now? And why should one?
Men have Macho and Women have all the equality right, don’t they?

I think I need to be back to my conch shell. That is the best place to be in.

The place where a man can love other, I can love the calf of my grandpa, I can touch the feet of my father with all the pacific of love inside me.
The abode where my mum kisses my cheeks, where I can imperiously announce that at 24, I love my bother more than anything else in this world, the stead, where no one question me if I need a girl/lady/marriage to be in the same lot, the place where I can feel free to have friends whom I love from the encore without justifying their gender and “what is between us” thing.

May not befitting to this realm, I want to believe every drop of what Philip Larkin said,

What will survive of us is love.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make………… Learn to Love Unconditionally!!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Masculine adrenaline is back to the business…




Without any rubbish brouhaha, let me come to the point. This is it; this is what I was possibly waiting for about 20 odd years.
The dusky and husky, the hot and humid, the man with ultimate macho, the courageous panther, the lone cow boy of Panama is back.
Above lines never mean that I am a blind fan of the THING I am going to describe. This only means that I had cards in a game of poker and I was sitting pretty confident on there value. But here this THING came up and turned me in to Sania Mirza 2009. OK, call it Shoiab Malik 2009; it won’t affect the performance an inch.
This THING is called DABANGG.         
Let me be very honest and tell you that I do not have a taste for real life movies, pertaining to any of the following two reasons you may like to choose;
Those who respect me, they must understand that I do not want to see real life trauma even if they are true and sensible. Earning 50 bucks panting hard like a pig and spending it again to see other pigs sweating is a NONSENSE offense for me.
Yuckkkk!!!! Do you respect me anyway? I am sure you do not.
And if you do not respect, you may wisely call me a fool to write me off the cards. You may well put me in the category of himbo-bimbo of the town. Trust me; I will not mind a penny loosing 700 grams from upstairs if you really feel so. I cannot help anyways, even if I mind. Oh, can I?
Be it any of the two reasons, I simply do not like realistic and sad movies. I do not like Karan-Johar’s New York, Los Angeles movies either. A guy merely 21 getting a Limousine to roam all around Rome with her “here she comes from blue and blushing heaven” girlfriend and still call himself struggler and panauti.
Now, you must not be knowing what a panauti is? It literally means a person who is extremely unlucky and discarded by the lord of fate. Yeah, exactly like you and me. Aren’t we extremely genius at crying and cursing?
The two reasons may sound a little vacillating to each other but where as first category gives an additional bath under the daily problem shower the second kills us by trauma of impossible future disaster.
Mind it; I am not a tissue paper boy whose mother rolls over an ice cube over his face EVEN INSIDE A CENTRALLY AC MALL. No offense to the “whose rags are costlier than my riches” kids but come on; I do not find it of my world.
Come on! Not whole Macau and Malaysia is dying for my six-packs even if I earn then some how. Why would I marry a girl by love at first sight?
Aaragghhhhhh!!!! First sight… huhh. Ugly!
And then why would people get separated just for “who cooks better spinach” kind of reason?
Anyway, I am not criticizing any of the multiplex genres of movies and moviemakers, not the intellect viewers.
Did I say intellect? Did I? I really hate this word to the core of my élan-vital.
Having said that, there mustn’t go any indication that I like any of the filth Chakrabotry and Shetty movies. That is sheer violence and complete BULLSHIT!
Anyway, let me cut this crap and come to the movie.
Based on a probable easily seen plot in a small town of Utter Pradesh (I can smell it) the story has nothing new to offer.
I said it; you read it, absolutely right!! Nothing, exactly nothing.
But tell me honestly, the bread and rice which you consume daily, does it have anything new to offer? Still, that is an essence, a charm and a charisma (if I can please use this term).
The movie has no story, no plot, no huge sets, not more than 4 minutes of outside shooting, no exposing actors, no rain dance, no love triangle, no struggle for existence but the movie has CHULBUL PANDEY!!!!
The very second you start thinking to think that this will now go ashtray, the fearless hunk comes and lo and behold, movie turns to a magic hat.
He fights, he laughs, he dances, he shows off, he loves, he hates, he respects, he accepts bribe and he does all this living on the edge. And this sanguine hero overpowers one and all. And the style is inimitable.
The clean shaved man with sharp moustaches looks great in his perfect tailored formals and walks like a royal lion. Ehh, you do not like it?? Sorry, you are not meant to know what DABANGG means.
This movie gives no false promises as RAAVAN did. It is indeed a story of DABANGG policeman from UP.
This movie does not show false idealism as 3 IDIOTS did. This is a true heroism when HCL only burns bad guys.
The movie is not irritating like HOUSEFULL. Why did Sajid named it HOUSEFULL, wufffffff!!
The movie claims to be a complete entertainment and it offers more, like any advertising product does and we still doubt over them. The end result is bad for us only.
The excellent music is piquant both for songs and for background. Who can deny the sweetness of Rahat Fateh Ali saahab’stere mast mast do nain”? My favorite being the title track…”Hud hud dabangg
Seen the awesome belt dance step? No!!
You surely missed something then.
I am not talking about the most famous track though. I can not help myself being a Malaika hater. Though the music seems nice.
There are other characters but can not be judged as they have nothing to do when ROBINHOOD casts a sensational spell every now and then.
But it is important to mention Sonu Sood who has come ages with Chedi Singh.
Every second Salman appears (or Chulbul, actually Salman is no where in the movie) is a must watch for everyone. I mean everyone, a fan will turn in to a wind mill and a critic will ask for a membership of the fan club.
Anyone who discards the movie or dislikes it (after watching) must be having one or the other preoccupation about something or the other related to the movie.
To sum up, as Arbaaz correctly said, this is the first time he did something for Salman, I would rather say, Salman has done something for himself for the first time all over these years.

The roaring lion is back and we will be spell bound for ages, at least I am and that too with happiness.
HUD HUD DABANGG!!!!!!!!!!!
NOTE: This is no Salman movie, this is strictly ROBINHOOD’s movie… oopss, ROBINHOOD PANDEY’s movie………. Go grab it “becaaz there iz aalwez a phast chance, and there iz aalwez a next chance.”
It is not late yet.
And yes, keep your goggles at the back!!!!!!!!!

Monday, September 6, 2010

Of Momo’s, chapattis, chats, and life in a metro…




“Mother, I am done with the breakfast. Got to rush now.”
“Kid! Just hold on for a second. The curd cheese is almost done. Have a couple of spoons and go.”
“Kid!!! Huh Maa! I’m 13 now, will be taking boards this year. Anyway, stuff this in to the younger kid today. He is quite skinny. If left over, I’ll gulp all on returning back from the game.”
Ruko…suno to beta…”
“What now mom! Relax. Take a chill pill.” Chill Pill!!!!!! Did I say that?
O really, I said that.
Bollywood teaches a number of witty locutions but we are probably not up to cast them sagaciously.

Ever seen a six years old kid doing BOTTOMS UP?
Now don’t sell me that how so ever grisly, it looks cute coz the kid has a puerile sweetness.
You ain’t a Rocket Singh for Christ sake, are you?
Even if you are, I’ve recently run bankrupt and can’t afford a penny for any of your antics.
Days and years passed and for all those Jesse Ryder – Umar Gul days, I took my mother for granted. Every one of us does.
We take earth, water, sun, rivers, parents and to a Herculean extent our anger and youth for granted, as if they would never fall, never show down, never question back.

By the way, for NON-NON INDIAN CRICKET FOLLOWERS, Jesse Ryder and Umar Gul are two very talented but extremely injury prone cricket players belonging to New Zealand and Pakistan respectively.

Still, during my college days I never felt that people may come so far, that distant from their roots.
It’s been recently that I discovered; A banyan leaf may well fall in an utterly different land. Ironically, today I see most of them falling away. The bucolic wind has surely if not suddenly changed to a tornado.

I landed (?) over this rusty brainwasher planet on July 11th, 2008 for reasons as obvious as breathing.
Pardon my usage of words in the above statement. No personal offence to any of Kunti’s sons despite whatever happened during Mahabharat, I feel sorry for coming and staying here.
This has been the only city/place/village/jungle (Damn!!! include Under Ground mines) which has given nothing but a peevish taste to every gland/sense of mine.
I therefore happen to visit the place I like but living in a place where you would last favor to, is called LANDING there.
Trapped in my own cob web of life.

People here do not gather, do not talk. Why?
A sullen excuse (like you have just discovered that 3 rats died in the best cookie box of yours) is that they (We) do not get time.
TIME!!

Time has swollen for Gtalk chats.
Time has up surged for Her/His FB visits.
Time has aggrandized in CCDs and Baristas sipping goddamn Cold coffee and ice teas over that garlic bread.
Time has found a new friend in whatever profuse over PVR every sick Friday.

Ask Bharti Airtel, Vodafone and Ambanis who are creaming money like anything, and they will tell you what is the average number of hours (You read it right, it’s hours) the so called ambitious and multi-talented youth of this GOING-TO-BE-SUPERPOWER country smoke over the phone.
And be assured that except one (hail one of my dear friends) no one use even ten percent of it for complete family combined.
Some fools still say and believe that in India we have large families. Misers, losers like me.

Still, it is not the fault of our cool studs and newbie divas. Someone must have made the day a little longer for them and lo and behold, they would have made a Rockies out of every mole.

Waking up just a blink before sunset and flickering the loathsomely dressed body to the beats of “Porcupine Tree” till moon says “Hasta la vista baby” is the new art of living.
They however do not understand that moon still is their “mama(uncle)” and laugh at them calling them baby.

No bad blood with the famous music band, I still feel that human race is a social animal and hence can not gulp a sudden Argon like behavior. And that too just towards…… (I need not fill this.)

Living on the edge as does our “Tyler Durden” in FIGHT CLUB, is the COOL FUNDA for the Mountain Dew soaked emotional and wiz generation.

But to be extremely truthful and sorry, I do not see any hope in this young brigade. They simply looks like a filthy bunch of talented geese that shows off, fights among them and dies no where.
And I am not talking about the physical world anyways.

It is not the making and caring for new relationships that hurt, it is the blight it brings to the existing ones that discomforts.

It is not the late night talking to the opposite sex peers that aches; it is the switching off of the phone when mother calls up in the morning after completing a hard fought fast just to hear your voice that pains.

It is not the scooping of momo’s and burger that discomforts, it is the memory of the days when you quitted the same cabbage your mother cooked that persecutes.

It is not the sum of money you spent on your father that matters, it is the share which was always more than cent percent from him that pains.

Love is not what we find in “Keith”. Love is not what we find in Oliver’s “Love Story”. It is not even in “DDLJ”.
Love is in your mom’s heart which never gets to learn when you have become YOU from “A PART OF HER”.

Someone once said, “It is easy to find love. It is even easier to learn how to love. But it is almost impossible to keep the love.”

This city alleviate this reaction as if it is a catalyst………..burning us inside us.
Or probably, I do not fit here. May be I have a small town, one old mentality.
In any case, I love to be this way, near to my current relationships. I do not find solace it growing ten new twigs at the cost of my oldest and most precious branch and root.

I will hold pride in being known as a small town backward buffoon than being a parasitic flower.

One of the famous poets (I do not remember the name) once said:

Jitne roj ghar ko nahi lautaa main,
Maa dua se uthi nahi log kahte hain.

Translation:
People say that mother was continuously in prayers for the period I did not returned home. 

At 6:30 AM in the morning eating bread slices…..Mom, I really miss your chapattis….

Having said that, if this is it………….Hail Small Townmanship!!!!!!