Friday, January 29, 2010

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Heartless ache...

Recent IPL row:
For beginners, this is just a brief story as to what really happened, as in, what we know on paper.

What we know:
BCCI is a central organization for managing cricket and its activities in India. Lalit modi, just another 'moolah-minter' comes up with this idea of introducing IPL. Almost at the same time, also was brewing a similar system in India: ICL. popularity of IPL is more than ICL, reason being the umbrella IPL is under. IPL is 'supported' not 'regulated' by BCCI, a government back up and also it is backed by one of the most successful 'moolah-minters' of the country like the crown of Kingfisher breweries, the king of bollywood, some queens of bollywood and other successful business tycoons of the country. Resulting, IPL is where all the 'maaal' is. Lalit modi rises to become one of the richest guys in India with this format of play and is well praised for uniting the nations and incorporating a new zeal of cricket in a cricket 'pray(l)ing' nation. ICL never rose to success under the darkest dark shadow of the BCCI' umbrella and IPL's success. Well, that's where we get out IPL from, aka Indian Premier League.

Now, the process of functioning is that these tycoons buy their players, with a deadly mix of few martyrs and a bunch of outsiders. Most potent combination wins the highest bid in the auction. The outline has been pre-decided for the number of Indian and foreign players to be playing in the team.  Having a liberty to decide rules and players, makes it more of a didactic game. Seems more barbaric to me that you select the player as well as decide the rules as to who will select who and how many of them should a team have. Well, all the glitz explains the puppet mockery of the players. Home is where moolah is, is the new mantra for the players. Why dont' we see players like sachin tendulkar and Ganguly play for ICL instead. The format is flawed, basically designed to reap the benefits, both to the tycoons and their smaller representations, our nations population. It is almost like putting up a show for entertainment, the glory, passion and love for the game is all on the back burner for IPL.

So, that's the process how IPL functions.

Recent developments:
One kasab, enters with a bunch of jihadi losers in a boat through the waters of Indian coast on the west and creates a havoc on the business capital Mumbai. Which as usual remains true to its name ' Mum' on the entire scenario. Trials continue, and we all know they never end, the guy/accused/convict will die, but the case against him will last forever.

So, these recent developments create quite a stir in the nation, negative sentiments develop and hatred against the neighbors is a mutual anonymous feeling.

It's the time of the year when IPL season is about to begin. Usually, companies have a 4 quarter profit/loss balance sheet. For the tycoons investing in IPL, each season equals 4 quarters worth of profits. Let's face it, its almost always profits. KKR (Kolkata night riders) lost miserably the previous season. Miserable is just an understatement. Even after losing the season, it's profits for season 2009 are ranked third overall, with a whopping 25.8 Crores Indian Rupees. My interest below these calculations and figures lies in the fact that the game called cricket is more of a company franchisee than being a national representative.

A poll on cricinfo.com asked its website visitors to select an option according to them that "Who is responsible for the blackouts of pakistanis at IPL?", of the options, 1.) IPL-they should have stepped in, 2.) The franchises-who acted politically, 3.) The players-who should have read the signals, 4.) No, it was a purely business decision. Any guesses which was the most selected option??...

"No, it was a purely business decision"!!..

What has happened?
What happened is that, after the terrorist attack on the TAJ at mumbai, we have had negative sentiments against the Pakistanis. Well, I being a patriotic indian, respect the feeling and agree that the feelings are indeed bitter and hurtful. But, I have a rational approach to it. Seriously, lets think of it the way it is supposed to be.

Does a terrorist represent an entire nation? Does Kasab represent pakistan, of course one may argue that Pakistan is a terrorist country, labeled so by the world. Does it change the citizenship status for the people living in that nation. Does it change form being a Pakistani to "jihadi" or "aatnakwadi"?

No it does not!

My argument lies in the fact that why should rest of the country suffer from the wrong doings of one person. Technically, that is not even proved that Kasab is a Pakistani citizen. Even if he IS, how does it change our behavior towards the ones who are not!

Pakistani players were not bid for in the recent auction for IPL players by any of the teams in India. Reason: Security concern. Really? No, its about the funds and finances and expenses that would go behind providing security to the Paki players in India. From whom? you may ask! From fellow angry Indians, waiting to have their share of flesh cut!

Why were the paki players invited in the country for the bid anyway then? Why were they made to face the humiliation and anguish? Why was this sentiment triggered in them? Was it even necessary? Wasn't there an intermediate solution feasible?

I believe the answer will always be a big huge NO with a flashing neon exclamation mark next to it! That is if your perspective is making moolah.

Which is what the game is turning out to be!

I agree, it is necessary, but more important and of essence in this form of game is to respect the sentiments of the people who you represent and who support you. Above all, when there is a monopolized back up of a single country, in this case India, then its a responsibility that every one is treated equally. Irrespective of his her country backgrounds.

Why should a decision be made for any Pakistani player, based on his country' misfortunes, why not his skill set be looked at. I am not asking to ignore the fact that a lot of injustice has been done with us as a country and entity, but why should it reflect back as a negative sentiment against some one who is not even closely responsible for it? Punish the wrong doers, don't punish the ones who haven't done anything wrong and give them reasons to take an against stand!

Pakistan is a cricket loving nation, in today's world, all of us know each other's nuclear capabilities! Its all under the big red button which no one will hesitate to press on, once the panic is triggered.
According to me, our aim, India's and every other country's aim should be to attenuate the tensions rather than aggravating them to any extent.

India had 2 options to take a stand in such a situation. Yes India! I know IPL is not backed by the government but, it is a part of Indian legacy now. Further, being under the umbrella shed of BCCI, which is directly under the central governance, makes the IPL indirectly under the union governance. In this situation, to promote peace and ease tension between the borders, government should have intervened, although P.Chidambaram DID intervene, a stronger and bolder step was necessary.

Atleast for maintaining the peace and a positive gesture, for the sake of goodwill, IPL should have looked beyond their bank balances and looked into taking in the skilled Paki players.

Yes, there is an argument on the players bringing in the religion with them to the game, but thats al together another story and not really attached to this scenario at all.

Atleast for a "sefl-proclaimed" "Secular" country, these reasons are not justified not to bid for Pakistani players in the IPL.

Its time to look over the horizon of balance sheets and a major introspection is necessary in having a foresight to a peaceful future. It's high time we start being mature!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Through the thoughts of an average indian girl post marriage...

    
      ·         Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;
·         Who is earning almost as much as you do;
·         One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are; 
·         One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements;
·         One, who has lived and loved her parents; brothers; sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;
·         One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name;
·         One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen;
·         One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to;
·         And is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;
·         One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;
·         Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply
·         Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise
·         One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;
·         One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;
·         One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

You may ask who she is. Well, as i said, she is just another girl from your neighborhood back in India, just another girl who needs some respect, love and care, and above all, understanding.

Not many guys understand this..It’s time we see through the gender barrier and respect them!..This is my salute to them..

Friday, January 22, 2010

Relationships: Chapter: Friendship etc...

There are so many different relationships that exist, well, I would not use the word "exist" here. Let's say, that these emotional bonds are there, valid, lively and vibrant, all around us. I often claim to have seen a lot of relationships. I mean literally, I have been around places, seen people, so many types of people, I am not talking racial differences here, its the mental make up that interests me. Friends, relatives, girl-friends/boy-friends, acquaintances, contacts etc.

Now, all these are binded with each other, lets put it this way, the way I visualize it all is that the words i just mentioned,different types of relationship, are the joining forces working as rejoinders between to human beings, based on its strength, I see them as threads, strings, ropes and difficult ones as chains, while less stronger and smoother relationships, the ones that I prefer, as silk ropes. I hope you follow me here. A bit philosophical eh.. Ok, so these relationships, as I said, I have seen many of em. Why? you may ask, mainly because all of us have had one of each, probably more of those listed, but not less, atleast once in our lives. Every one has a set of definitions to define their, or lets say, His/Her relationship with the other. For the record, I have had MANY. No, seriosuly, MANY!!

This blog is MY personal take on relationships according to me and the ones I have been in. Before I begin, I would like this thing to be made very clear that it is a perspective that I approach this with, it is my perspective, they way I believe the relationships should be and the way I actually see it. I agree that you may have your own take on it. Well, thats why we are unique! ;) I would have a take on Friendship, Girl/boy friends relationships, Relatives and acquaintances.

To begin with,
Friends and Friendship:

First and foremost thing that comes to my mind when i hear the word friend? Feelings.  A person attached to another by feelings, not necessary mutually, is a friend. A friend is the one with whom you share your heart out. According to me, friends are a lot more than your average boy friends/girl friends. There are limitations, compromises, sacrifices, but in friendship? None of these apply. My golden rule, words like Sorry, Thank You and Bye; never exist in a friendship. I rather replace their use with, "arey, jaane bhi de", "koi nai, its ok yaar", and "phir milenge, pakka, goli mat dena ;)"

Friendship to me is being close to someone, so much so that you don't really have to talk to them to know how they are feeling, or what's going through their mind, you kindda read thoughts, friendship to me is NOT keeping an account of things done for one another, or repaying back the good deeds with a good deed. That is more of a give and take realtionship, thats not friendship. To me, for a person who I can go to any level to get things going, be there in sorrows, and not expect a thing back in return, is a true friend. Seriously, if u expecting back anything in return then you are better of doing a barter! A true friend to me is some one who, not necessarily stands by you with tides of time, but is always there to share your emotions, to respect you and love you for what you are.

Just a thought across my mind, Did we forget in the process of growing up that who were our first ever friends in life. Any one of you reading this right now, I want you to do this small little exercise, think of the first friend you ever made in your life, yes, go back to that nursery school or a kindergarten, and think of that guy who you introduced to your mum/dad that. "mum, he/shes my friend". Do you remember what made you make him/her your friend? To me, I really did not think of anything, probably his/her nice toys attracted me, probably his clothes did, or maybe his/her sharing stuff with me did make me like him/her and make them my friend. It was really that simple back then. And believe me, those friends are THE most cherished friends of our life, the ones who we did not even think once before making them our friends!!! Ok, now come back to present, think of making a new friend. Think of sitting in a Computer lab, and a guy is sitting next to you on the computer, think of how difficult it is to make him your friend? can you approach him with same lucidity as you to when you were in KG? Do you still have that "unselfish" immature innocence in you, can you trust some one just like that?? WHY???? Arent' we the same person we were when we were younger? Why do we think so much? Friends were a matter of instinct back then, why is it a matter of thought now?? Why is the relationship not so pure and simple anymore? Why do we have a passive approach to such blessed relationships. Why dont we have that special bond with our present friends as we have with our age old KG friends? Have we really grown up to be anti social?

The thing is, we tend to think now. Of course we thought even then, but the way we think and its direction, is different now. We think a lot before doing anything! Ever let your self flow like a river, wild and clean, unobstructed, without a thought and a free mind, when you talk to a person close to you? Ever felt that calm and relaxing feel when you talk to him/her about whats going on with life? Ever have that transparency with a person with whom you can talk about anything under the sky? The person on your mind when you were reading this post, IS you friend. That, my friends, is friendship means to me. Simple, plain, no hassles, obstructions or restraint!


Ending on the note quoted directly from a good source, the true meaning of friendship the way it should be according to me: "A person who is attached to another by feelings of affection"
-Jrx, 23rd Jan'10

Memory lanes...part 2

Most bizarre incidents of my life..so far...chronologically arranged...grade wise
  1. Multiple Fractured my left leg, in a weird bicycle accident, 6 months bed rest... (6th grade)
  2. Proposed a girl in 8th grade and got thru... (7th grade) 
  3. Beat up a guy for misbehaving with my bro, then get beaten up by his folks... (8th grade)
  4. Mess up studies real bad, getting 36% overall, lowest ever... (9th grade)
  5. Fleeing pre-board examination scene (History exam specifically) and not turn up with the truth until results... (10th grade)
  6. Getting caught by the folks in PTA whose daughter I had an affair (long kept secret) with... (12th grade)
  7. Had my first drag on Marlboro Reds... (1st yr. bachelors')
  8. 60 cigs a day... (2nd yr. bachelor's)
  9. Make out in second class sleeper compartment, with a girl who had a breakup 6 hours back, that too travelling on wait list... (3rd yr. bachelor's)
  10. Bumping into my ex at JFK on her first marriage anniversary... (1st yr. Grad.)

Monday, January 11, 2010

Memory lanes...part 1



Memory lanes....this is an effort to jot down most memorable events in my life dating from oldest to latest.....the ones that I can still correlate with the present day in some way or the other.

Part 1: always close to heart!

Time and tide stops for none......really....time does fly!!....Its been almost 24 years, 3 months and some 12 days I have been living and breathing....I hardly remember the first few years of my life.

Most primitive memory I can trace back to is of me going to nursery school. I still vividly remember the red checkered shirt, red shorts as well...I know, it sounds soo lame but well, we were not fashion conscious then....the first day of my nursery school, mummy had come to drop me..I had walked all the way to school. I usually walked to school then, it wasn't that far, I hardly knew what 'Far' and 'Near' meant back then. ever thought about it??...Interesting right...Anyway, i remember me holding on to mummy's forefinger and clinging along all the way with a bottle around my neck, a handkerchief pinned with my id on my shirt pocket and a small teeny weeny bag...All i cared was to see the people go as I kept walking to the school...and that was the phase of "Why's?"....An age that comes in every childs' life, that we add WHY to everything and Anything that we see or hear...I saw this happen with my bro as well...my younger bro...and i used to recall then...was I so annoying as well...Yes I must have been...Well, so mummy left me at the school gates and that was the first time I left the grasp of her finger and walked in...I turned back instantly to see where was I going and where was she coming along or not? We repeat this same phenomena even today in every decision we make, almost always unconsciously...ever thought about that!!...So, there I was, turned back and stopped in my steps...I saw her waving at me, and by then I had atleast understood that what did that action mean...it meant i was going away...and she was too.....tears poured out and i stood there crying, rubbing of my tears with my shirt sleeves...who knew what the hanky was for...it was just ornamental then.....she stopped waving....came back to me....gave a warm cuddle and a tear trickled along.....twas time for the teacher to intervene...she came, and carried me away in her arms. People say, the kid cries only on the first day, well I cried for atleast a month, everyday! That is the first ever memory of my life that I remember. For me, that is the first day of my life.

Looking at where I stand now, its been almost 24 years, of which I have spent almost 8 years living away from mummy and papa. That leaves me with 16 years. Of these 16 years, my last memory traces back to 6 years and after....I lose 6 more years there, that leaves me with only 10 years of my life with my parents!

They would soon retire, and I bet the scene of my first day at nursery still repeats everytime I leave home for anywhere I go, they would always stay close to my heart!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Apology

Things were rosy and the sun was bright,
That morning I woke up with a clear foresight,
Day moved on smooth as a merrily sailing kite,
I had wished to be ur shinning knight,
Who knew small things can often end up in spite,

I truly appreciate your candor,
although the remark was a little slander,
ur charm made the effect meander,

I vow today not to make such a mistake again,
I commit today not to make u cry again,
I pledge today not to erase that smile of yours again,

I dont take much time writing a poem,
but when its an apologetic piece, in that, I don't have a good name,

I hope you do forgive me and my innocent mistake,
lets celebrate it someday by cutting a cake,

I know u love tiramisu,
and now stop being be so blue,
I have given u enough of a clue,
If u still dont get it, then let me just tell it to u,
I love cakes and I know u do too,
Lets go and gain a pound or two,
afterall it doesnt matter when its with you!