Monday, December 31, 2007
Firstly, I offer my apologies for a late posting. I was just recovering from the rather bad display of cricket from India. The first test is wrapped up in less than four days and Ricky Ponting has not even arrived as yet. If I were to analyze it to death (I cant help it; it comes with Indian blood), I would think there are a few basic areas that Australia out-played India;
First and foremost is the Aussie intensity. This is the first time I saw with my own eyes the intensity of Aussie players in field. Whether they are batting, bowling or fielding, they are always busy with one thing or the other. With the day simmering at 40 degrees, and if an Aussie fielder doesn’t get a ball to run after(With India batting, that is a very high likelihood), he will be either stretching at inhuman angles or shining the ball for the bowler or simply erupting in a sprint back and forth. On the contrary, Saurav Ganguly will be asking for a physiotherapist within his first hour of batting. He probably shares his match fees with Dinesh Karthik who is always on in his stead in the field. The rest of the fielders are upto no good either. We do have Yuvraj Singh who is a reasonably decent fielder but that is where the list ends. The only real intense player is probably Anil Kumble who just keeps coming at you irrespective of the hour of the day or the opposition. Australia, on the other hand, has a long list starting with Hayden, Symonds, Ponting, Stuart Clark and even Mitchell Johnson.
The second area would definitely be the batting. I think our bowling was pretty disciplined, the pitch was fairly neutral and we lost this match because of our mediocre batting. This is when we have four of the world’s top batsmen in our team. But they simply could not be bothered. Only batsmen who played better, relatively that is, are Laxman, Sachin and Ganguly. Any talks about revitalizing Indian team with fresh blood can go for a heavenly toss; Yuvraj Singh and Dhoni could not bat if their lives depended upon it.
The third area will be the captaincy. Anil Kumble has simply not been able to galvanize the team into action. He just hasn’t been able to influence, be it the idiotic batting order, or simply the lack of his match-winning ability (He is a talented player but he cannot win us matches). I also have serious concerns about a bowler being a successful captain. We actually thought about all kinds of bowler-captains and could not think of a single guy who was really successful. Unfortunately, our two lead contestants are a bowler and a wicket keeper, hardly much of a choice.
The 29th night was an interesting night where I came face to face with the legend Erinc Ilkehan. His stories have been doing rounds in Singapore for ages now with some aftersparks in Malaysia as well. Funny and full of life, he showed us some of the night life in Melbourne more of which is covered at footnotesonpage4.
We are now in Sydney for the second test and of course the new years eve. Before heading out, we spent a nice afternoon playing Beach Cricket in Melbourne. I surprised the folks and myself with some nice bowling. Ganji claimed I was chucking. I pointed out the similarity between myself and the world's greatest bowler (arguably) which disappointed a few Srilankans into whacking me for big sixes. That was the end of my rather short-lived bowling career.
The new year beckons and offers a clean slate yet again. Lets see what India does about it. We have the tickets to a nice party close-by and are looking forward to it. To all of you folks, Happy Days.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Let me start of by conveying my special regards for the warm hospitality extended to us by ponna(in spite of his passionate pleas to unfold my jeans), his family(reinforcing my belief that the subcontinental folks - curries all share the same values deep within), his extended family(from the psychologist jenny to the cricket crazy uncles and aunts). I will be an utter idiot, however if I didn't mention uncle ponna (I want to grow up to be that guy) and annie (can anybody ever do more for us and still feel inadequate). Thanks to you all, our stay here has been a tripper of a trip and that is inspite of the way india is playing.
Alright, wiping the tears aside, let's get to something less taxing. My memory is acting funny(only cricket is safely preserved in a chronological manner, the rest is all hazy), so I am going to mention things in no particular order.
Last two evenings have been a riot. The first evening was spent watching the musical phantom of the opera. And what a breathtaking display of a moving storyline accentuated by elaborate set (it was like magical hat throwing out wonders after fantasies), a soundtrack to be taken to a deserted island and dazzling use of light. To me, sitting in the theatre, it was as good as any multi-million dollar hollywood movie. I think we are gonna follow it up with the opera at opera house in sydney.
We followed it up with dinner and poker. This was the first time lal and myself played poker in a casino with ganji and bangalore as our cheerleaders. I won a few, lal lost a few but it was an experience. I am glad that there are no easily accessible casinos where I live.
Last night was a chilled out night. We spent hours roaming in melbourne, checking out cafes after pubs, had a nice dinner at jaiselmer (once the ponnas knew that jaiselmer is in rajasthan- my homeland, they had to go there). I am still struggling with my motions, I just hope they are alright.
As I write this from mcg, india has lost two wickets. Dravid played like an idiot yet again, having done the hard work and giving it away to symonds (??) And that too just two balls before lunch. I mean we all have our phases where we just can't wait to eat, but this is just too much. He could have waited a bit longer, I reckon.
We are looking at a mammoth task of staying on for one and a half more days. Doable? I think so but then so does bhajji (in whose judgement I have no faith). We will see, won't we?
Friday, December 28, 2007
I will repeat myself when I say that the result is very much in the offing. We can play to draw; that choice has been snatched away from us. The only way out is to play to win. If we survive today with at least eight wickets to spare, then we should be looking to close the deal within tomorrow. On the other hand, we may just be bundled out by noon tomorrow.
Well, all the best to Indian team and to us.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
And what an atmosphere it was. All my adjectives have already been used up by commentators and in a bid for being authentic, I would just have to say that you have to be there to believe it. Among chants for Aussie,Aussie,Aussie: Oi, Oi, Oi, there were enough Swamy Armies out there to match the decibel levels. Folks were drinking beer as soon as 10:30 in the morning when the very first of India were just waking up to hot cups of tea. We were sitting at the top of the stadium and the view was breath-taking. Ganji, our unofficial photographer (the official photographer – Lal proved to be upto no good) took some really cool pics; check one on the left.
Zahir Khan and Ruddar bowled really well in the first hour; the scoreline at 48/0 in 12 overs, however, didn’t do any justice to that. By 11:30, we were all pretty dismal and we decided to shake up the cosmos by doing something different in a bid to help Indian cause. For perspective, whenever myself/Lal have watched a game together, India has lost in the most depressing manner possible. So, we decided to get out of the stadium and check out the Great Ocean Drive (Couple of hours away). As we were walking, we saw the very first wicket fall and as a gesture of immense sacrifice for Team India, we kept walking. Why change something that seems to be working.
During the drive, we listened to a combination of local commentary (The best I have heard, delivered in a Seinfeld manner) and Ponna’s choicest swearing directed to whoever attempted to thwart our way. Karthik Bangalore slept for the most part while we listened to the fall of wickets, one after the other. A part of our heart was missing the live action at the stadium while the other was happy with the way we had unshackled India from the mysterious way the Cosmos operated. In the end, our team broke down and myself/Lal were blamed for the inept decision of leaving the stadium. We took it like men who had done the right thing for the greater good.
The great ocean drive wasn’t bad. Ganji got some pretty decent shots. I am publishing the left over pics, the best ones are available at his blog. See some on the left(Full of vanity as you will notice):
Towards the end of the drive, Ponna miraculously remembered that the BMW had an in-built TV and after a brief period of Ponna-bashing, we stopped the car and turned on the TV. Australia were 8-wickets down by then. We watched Mitchell Johnson clearly caught by yuvraj Singh off Anil Kumble which was not given out; thereby justifying our decision not to watch the match. We turned the TV off and drove off and were instantaneously rewarded with the fall of ninth wicket. Lal was so moved that he went to the extent of suggesting that we don’t watch the match the next day as well so as not to disturb the favorable forces, but after a thorough discussion about the pros/cons lasting a tick or two, we decided against it. Towards the evening, We were told off by Uncle Ponna for deserting Indian team. He said that inspite of being a Srilankan, he was a bigger fan, having watched every ball of the match.
About cricket, the day was great for India but 350+ (which is what they may eventually score) keeps the match pretty much evenly balanced. What has worked for India is Kumble and possibly increasing pace of the wicket as time passes by. What has not worked for India is bad fielding and Australian tail-enders. Looking at the profile of who has scored today, they have all made gritty runs (Matthew Hayden scored just nine boundaries in his century). The ones who have failed are the ones who are otherwise class-act to watch but have failed today while playing flashy shots against a reasonably disciplined bowling. It seems to me that the gritty ones (Dravid/ Ganguly and possible Dhoni) will survive and they will have to dig even deeper because Australian bowling attack promises to be much more disciplined than ours.
With the Australian inning almost wrapped up within the day, a result is in the offing. I just hope that our team realizes it and plays to win.
I was looking forward to some authentic Aussie welcome but was utterly disappointed in the warm and friendly people at the airport. The guys even helped me carry my luggage in small snippets off and on the conveyer belt. The airport was small but people were big, really big. I spent the next couple of hours waiting for Ponna and used it to make small talks with Lal and later, having exhausted that possibility, moved on to read the Melbourne tourist booklet. The city is worth coming to, even without cricket. But that is not what this trip is about now, is it.
Ponna arrived, followed by Ganji an hour later and we were immediately off to a marathon luncheon lasting a good three hours. Held at Ponna’s family friend and attended by the Who’s who of overseas Srilankan community (One of whom offered us his BMW during our stay which we gladly took up), it was a pleasant atmosphere and at any other time, it would have been an awesome welcome. Just that, all three of us had not slept for the past 24-30 hours and were really zonked out accompanied by temporary attention deficit disorder. The food was awesome and the prayer administered before the food, touching. Just before zoning out to dreamland, we helped a friend patch up a rocky relationship in the true American Pie fashion and be done with the good deed of the day.
Rejuvenated with a three hour sleeping session (Somehow, I slept like a log even with Ganji sleeping right next in a bed the size of which will embarrass hobbits), we finally got to meet Karthik Bangalore. The stage is set for an adventurous trip with all riders uniquely equipped (with the exception of yours truly). It turns out that Kartik is an avid sports freak with his databank and strong opinions spread from baseball to rugby, an ideal guy to chip away at during a moment of dullness (which will be hard to come by, in the first place).
The evening was spent in warm debate with Uncle Ponna over topics ranging from Srilankan cricket to firing employees to spotting stars in southern light and with Auntie Ponna over chick-flicks/Bodyline TV series, the background made colorful by masala chai, homemade cake and “You have got mail” aired on TV.
We are all united in our view that Indians should win the toss and bat first. Since the latter is the key objective, we pondered over writing a petition to Ricky Ponting for letting India bat for the greater good, in the event that he wins the toss, but somehow, the odds didn’t seem right.
Tomorrow is D-day and I am still up at 3.30AM local time. I just hope that I get up in time for the train journey that promises to be such a cultural event full of racial taunts. I am looking forward to it.
For an alternate view, refer Footnotes on page 4. Typed at around the same time, no notes compared.
Monday, December 24, 2007
I have embarked on a trip of a lifetime - Watching Boxing day test match between India and Australia at the MCC. This will also roughly be the time that my entire generation of cricketers (Sachin Tendulkar/ Rahul Dravid/ Saurav Ganguly/ VVS Laxman/Anil Kumble) will make way for the next. I have grown up and loved to watch cricket with these players; sometimes, they have messmerized me with their exquisite display of skills, at other times, they have left me disgusted with utterly impossibly infant-like disregard for winning. Heck, they are no different from anybody out there who has seen similar mix of jubiliant successes and miserable failures. And I still love them.
I arrived in Singapore last evening from KL, Malaysia. I covered 401 KMs in exactly 3:47 hours, door to door which includes immigration and a ten minute stopover for refuelling. I touched a top speed of 240 km/hour; all thanks to a wonderful 2.0L 200hp Volkswagen Golf GTI (the one that was featured in Bourne Ultimatum - after I bought it, by the way) and awesome music (I spent the previous weekend burning CDs with the best music that I could think of). With the stage set for the upcoming trip, I am restless like the teenage guy the night before his first date.
And what a series it promises to be. The five cricketers, I mentioned before are almost sure never to visit down-under as players in future. Down-under is also the last frontier for most cricket playing nations. India is also the only team to have come closest to winning the series here the last time, in 2002-03 which ended in a draw. The team has the same unforgetting foursome of Dravid/Laxman/Ganguly/Tendulkar combined with the young and aggressive Yuvraj/Dhoni. The current bowling attack is better than the last one but relatively speaking Aussie bowling attack is nowhere close to what it was back then, what with Warne/Mcgrath out of picture. Not taking anything away from Australia who kicked the heck out of us just recently and at home; if it can ever happen, Indians stand the best chance now.
I will be flying out to Melbourne alongwith three other guys from the same generation, Sharad J. Lal/Nitin Gajaria/Kartik Bangalore (And I thought only blacks had fancy names, no racism intended) and we will be hosted by none other than Eshan Ponnadurai (I am looking forward to the barbeque on the boxing day eve at his home). This will be followed by new year's celebration at Sydney and of course the second test at sydney. Savvy?
Over the course of next fortnight or so, you can expect daily updates on the test-series on this blog from the eyes of an average cricket fan posted right from the stadium stand. I will try to be biased but my respect for good cricket might come in the way. You can be the judge.
PS - For non-curry folks, Aussie ki tehsi loosely translates as "To hell with the Aussies"
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
a) Brain-wash into religious/communal/racist devotion,
b) Unpardonable sins committed against their family/loved ones
c) Historical exploitation of the class they belong to,
d) Possible blackmail
I am probably not the best person to pass judgements on the righteousness of their actions since I have never been in any such situation even remotely resembling to what they have been subjected to. However, I do hold strong respect for the sheer motivation/ drive that these guys possess - the unwavering focus towards that one thing that they want to achieve and undaunted by the monstrous odds against them.
On the other end of the spectrum lies a suicidal person. Dejcted by circumstances and faced by the unadmissible prospect of not being able to influence the circumstances, these guys take to taking their lives. Some of us call it the easier way out; others refer to them as societal/system failures. Again, most of us would not know what it is to be in such a person's shoes. Whatever be the case, the person is driven to such extremes so as to stop living.
How similar are the above two cases! In both, the person is willing to take his/her life. In both, they are driven by circumstances. In many cases, both are willing to take others' lives - in the case of a suicidal person, often times, he/she takes his/her family alongside.
But yet, at a closer scrutiny, these cases are so different that you wonder how such a contrast can exist in cases so similar. I think the difference lies in the fact that in the former case, the person is willing to take the most desperate course of action in a bid to change the circumstances (for others) while in the latter, the person is fed up of the circumstances and is willing to succumb to it with little regard for others (family/loved ones) who will continue to be thulped by the very same circumstances.
The former is highly fired while the latter is utterly depressed, both representing two ends of the motivation continumm. Somewhere in between, all of us crawl.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Well, no problems with the above. If a person collapses in a pile of dead meat, then he was probably working hard enough to that objective. What surprised me was the way one particular "Expert", expanded this very unique case to an overarching generalization - how everybody is being made to work harder and harder and that the increasing rate of suicide/suicidal attempts (this event happened in Korea) is a testimony to that.
Let me take it step-by-step. Firstly, I wonder where these "Experts" come from and how often the channel/newspaper simply fail to mention the credentials or even the general field in which they operate in. Consider if you were writing a thesis, would you get away without citing references properly? Can you, for example, say that space must be full of water because as per an "expert" the Earth is being carried around by a giant tortoise. Probably not. In fact, in some of the cases, the news agencies simply refer to them as "trusted source". Whose trusted source? Definitely not the audience's. Infact, I think that every news agency has a standby batallion of "Experts" and that every reporter has a split personality and he toggles between himself and his "trusted source" at his will. Off late, I have taken to watching the news hour fairly regularly trying to catch the same "expert" appear twice on unrelated fields. I reckon if I watch long enough, I would be able to catch them at "IT". Well, you will hear about it on this blog, for sure, if I hit success.
In any case, getting back to the point in contention, as I said, I was surprised just how serious that "Expert" made the problem sound like. I thought about similar conversations that I have had with my colleagues/friends and I felt that I need to set the record straight (A brain-wave from an unlikely source also helped).
Consider a year with all its glorious 365 days. For me, saturdays/sundays are off, so that would mean that I work for about (365-104)=261 days. But hang on a minute, I am supposed to consider the public holidays as well. A quick check revealed that at my location, I get to enjoy 18 holidays (all surprisingly fall on weekdays). So, that leaves me with (261-18)= 243 days. WOW, I am already feeling better. Let's take out my vacation/casual leave as well. On an average, I take about 40 days off for vacation/casual leave which leaves me with about 203 days of hard work. That is below four days in a week !! And I am not even counting the sick leaves and the actual working hours because they differ significantly for different people.
Nonetheless, I did a check on my working hours and it revealed a not-so-surprising statistic that I work about 20% of the time. It doesnt mean that I work only for two hours in a normal 10-6 routine; it means that of the total time at my disposal, I spend only about 20% in office (not necesserily working :-). No wonder, I am not stressed about work. You should do this exercise for yourself and you wouldnt be either. :-)
Monday, December 03, 2007
Now that I have successfully (?) raised the bar for all bloggers out there, let me brag about my new best friend - iPhone. Well, I know that calling a gadget as your new best friend doesnt speak much about your life or the lack of it. But, on this one, I will make an exception.
First things first, I am NOT a gadget guy. I had been operating with a simple mobile phone for years. I do like playing games on xBox but I would not go to the length of buying one. I really like music but have been postponing the purchase of an iPod for ever. When I pondered over it, I realized that it was because I like to travel light. Travelling light, to me, means no excess baggage in life. The thought of carrying a cell-phone and an iPod was too unbearable to me and so I resisted.
But not for long. An iPhone was introduced and a friend bought it while we were in Vietnam and as I stole some glimpses of it while pretending to be uninterested, I was hooked on to the tappititap interface and the crystal-clear display. After a day, I was five hundred US dollars lighter and 135 gms heavier. That was a week back and I am still having the second moments of truth also like as a never ending multiple orgasm.
I wont even harp about the basics like loading my albums/songs/lyrics onto iPhone. Of course, sync-ing my calendar means that I would hopefully not be late again to a meeting. But, the best thing about an iPhone is wi-fi net accessibility which means that I dont have to be stuck at home/office to check the net. Now, I can just sit around in a mall, having coffee and watch the latest video on YouTube or do random research on whether Dumbledore is really gay, all at high-speed and with an amzingly clear display.
I have been told that it has been voted as the most innovative product of the year. But, the true indicator of a great product is when others modify their products/services to accomodate it. Let me give you some examples. All the major websites have come up with an interface more suitable for an iPhone. You log onto facebook, it automatically figures out if you are logging from an iPhone and moves you to a more navigable display. Of course, you can always switch back and forth. Within a span of three months, thousands of web-applications have sprung up providing all kinds of games/news/weather/travel services on an iPhone. I can download Google maps on it and may never get lost again. Most automobile companies have modified their cars to be iPod/iPhone ready, meaning you just need to jack it in and the music will be played over car stereo. How cool is that? I dont particularly like using the word "cool", but there is no other way of describing it !!!
The pitfall is that I am more anti-social than ever. Last week, I went for lunch twice on my own because I wanted to spend time with my iPhone (I know how ridiculous it sounds, but there you go, I have said it). I am working hard to avoid the temptation of losing myself with it when I am out with friends but its getting difficult. The quest goes on.