Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Brilliant, Creative, Humane, Comic, Tragic, Original, Matter of Fact, Black, Maverick, Disjointed, Lovable, Refreshing, Unbearably Funny, Absurd, Real

Little Miss Sunshine...

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Catharsis by Words by Soumava Sengupta

Shome is a very dear friend and someone I have been trying to get onto blogging for quite some time now. He has a tremendous sense of humour which reflects in the way he writes. See if you can persuade him to join the bandwagon with us...

Over to U Shome...

Bermuda lost to Bangladesh yesterday, and the hopes of a billion Indian's sank. For a nation that has been brought up on a steady diet of stories where heroes make a 'comeback' against all odds and triumph over 'evil' in the face of unspeakable adversity, the harsh reality of India not being able to sneak into the Super 8, and script something similar, was a splash of very cold water on the face. The romantic notion of the revival of the century was over. There was going to be no Lagaanesque win. We were truly and fully knocked out.

Of course Bermuda lost its big chance too. And I am not talking about cricket here. It could have been the most popular country in the world for more than a billion people had it managed to wallop Bangladesh. It would have been a huge jump. From being equated to a rather shabby, ill-shaped, half trouser it would finally be recognized as a nation. A brave, warrior, cricket playing nation. But it was not to be. It will go down as the life buoy that failed to inflate when Indian cricket was splashing around in the inky black, rough waters of early elimination.

The reactions to our exit are as varied as our nation itself. It ranges from the banal and obvious ("We were out of form, and played poorly") to the sharp analytical ("Our top few guys are too old) to the hysterical ("Bastards are only worried about endorsements! Lets boycott all products endorsed by cricketers") to the conspiratorial ("Dada did this. He made sure Dravid did not win the World Cup") to the political ("We need to kick all Bangladeshis out of India) to the petty ("Thank god Pakistan is also out") to the emotional ("Why?? WHYYYY?? It's the death of cricket I tell you. The death), and lastly to the evergreen denial ("Cricket? What is cricket??!! It's only a small insect that makes a lot of noise in the night. There is no such game and hence we have lost nothing!")

Things are going to be very ugly for the sports and the gentlemen who represent India for the next few months. India is not only a nation of a billion fans, but also of a billion pundits. Everyone will be sitting on his high chair of judgement and passing verdicts on what should have been done, and what could have been done and who is to blame and who is the real villain of the piece. So get ready to watch the media circus of the year in the next two months. Who knows, you might actually spot Ashish Nehra after four years or get reminded of Shiv Sundar Das as every channel tries to provoke and confront and bring to light the True Cause of this moral shattering loss.

Questions will be raised on all our heroes. Are they good enough? Is Tendulkar really a great batsman or is he a weak team bully? Does Dravid deserve to be in the team? When has Dhoni performed last? Why did Sehwag play? And who gets Agarkar back in the team everytime? Media with its sensational tone and peering, drama laden eyes will hold the microphone under any nose it deems fit and goad for a response. And yes, you can vent your angst and toss your few pearls of wisdom through SMS too! The biggest reality show in India is just about to begin.

But things will settle down eventually. Like it does so beautifully in India. People will forget about March 23rd, 2007. Blame the defeats to fate and destiny and the poor quality ghee used in all the yagnas that were done for the benefit of the team. The chanting will start again, Dhoni will be cheered, Sachin revered, Ganguly admired, Agarkar reprimanded. The game must go on. The fans will start building their castles of hope again and placing the modern day gods back on their pedestals. 2011! That's going to be our year. And yes, Tendulkar will play. At 37. Just like Lara is playing this time.

Its not the beginning or the end that I have a problem with. It's the middle that I am worried about. No, I am not talking of our batting order. I am talking about the events that are going to unfold from now on till the time things return to normalcy and 2011 catches the buzz. Of course its going to be hot for the players as they come back. If you desire to be worshipped, then have the guts to take the sucker punch when you fail. Look at the Big B. He has done it all his life. And of course things will return to absolute normalcy soon. And we will be sending another 15 to the 2011 World Cup. The key question to be asked is what should we be doing from the time things cool down to the time that we need to send the team to 2011?

Cut to 2003. We got thrashed in the final (again a 23rd March!) The team came back to a muted response. The nation knew that a better team had won. Promises were made to improve. New coach, new mantra: Young blood, new captain, new mission - 2007!

In the end, we send a 15 member team with 9 guys from the old team. And worse, in the playing 11, only 3 of the Young Blood finally got in. Basically, we sent back and played the same team that we had in 2003 after having identified that some changes were required. We knew that we needed to build a new team, a leaner, sleeker, younger unit. And we failed to do exactly that.

In my mind that's the failure of Indian cricket. Not being able to stick to a plan. Either in game or in strategy. And this time we have a chance again to cure things. The wake up call is harsher than last time. And the cause of worry, given the performance, deeper. Let all the so called pundits get their heads together and decide what to do, but after having decided, let's stick to the plan.

Here wishing everyone happy introspection and profound retrospective wisdom. Think through, talk about it and use the blogs to shape the team you want. After all, the true fan must take his responsibility further than screaming hysterically when things are good and flinging mud at the walls of cricketers when things go wrong.

Sunday, March 25, 2007


Just some questions that keep coming back :

What would Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar's son hear when he goes to school tommorrow ?

If this is sport then would I want my son to be a sportsperson

If people have unrealistic aspirations, even a billion of them, do they have the right to blame anyone but themselves at the fall

So many soul searchers and yet none that has the guts to stare the truth in his face

The fall of one single God and yet it'll only take us one small victory to create another ten of them

I am sad that the best batting lineup in the world failed but we were only investing our hopes, demands, ambition in them. Wake upto the fact that this must be tragic for them. If you want a part of the win, be ready to take responsibility for the spoils.

They failed not because they endorse brands, or earn millions or even woo phillum babes. They failed because they did not deserve to win. They were bested and thats that.

Lets stop calling ourselves fans of the game and these players if we can't stop thinking beyond our nose and how much it has cost us.

Grow up....we have a team to resurrect and only the faith of a billion to do it with...

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Aa Dil Kya Mehfil Hai Tere Kadmon Mein

I was down with viral over the weekend and much of the 1st half of this week. Fell ill after a long time so enjoyed myself quite a bit....thats a stupid thing to say, right???
Discovered so many things about myself, my life, others, their lives and of course, my loves....

These lines kept coming back to me in some form or the other. All of them snapshots from different songs that I had heard before but never really sat down with. Now that I did sit with them, I realised they summed up my life so damn well.

"Dheemi aanch pe tuu zara ishq chadha"

"Isi shauq kaa imtihaan jindagi hai"

"Kehne ko saath apne ek duniya chalti hai
Par chhupke is dil mein tanhaayi palti hai"

"har nazar uth rahi hai tumhaari taraf,tumhaari nazar hai hamaari tarf
aankh uthana tumhara to phir thik tha,
aankh utha kar jhukaana ghazab dha gaya"


Wednesday, March 07, 2007

For Them, Who Thought, I Was So Libra

You are 47% Libra
You Are Impressionism
You think the world is quite beautiful, especially if you look at it in new and interesting ways.You tend to focus on color and movement in art.For you, seeing the big picture is much more important than recording every little detail.You can find inspiration anywhere... especially from nature.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

It Is He

Some years back I had read this most amazing book " The Bridges of Madison County". I was going through a rather turbulent personal life myself then, and it made the book more impactful. I saw the movie after the book and was almost certain that it wouldn't be as engrossing. I was wrong.
I would love to make a hindi adaptation of the same and there is no other who would be able to do justice to the role of the protagonist more than the man above.

This is not a post on my thoughts about Nishabd.

Its about this one man who makes it look so easy....

I didn't discover I was a great gunner for this man till very late. I caught his bad phase, all the "Aaj Ka Arjuns" and the "Padosin Apni Murgi Ko Rakhna Sambhal" days. Today I can look back and say that there was beauty in that too, but then, I was not ready to tolerate anything but the sensible. Now that I think of it, that perspective on its own, was so senseless...

And, then someone introduced me to "Shakti". I saw Shakti before I saw Deewar. And, I fell. Post that day, it has been a conscious effort to keep up with him. He never surprises me. He gives me pictures that I carry home from the dead black of a cinema hall and, he completely colours my perspective about other actors.

Nishabd just proves again

that there is noone else who can do "The Bridges of Madison County" for me

that there is this man who lives like an island, complete in his own environ

that the time it takes for him to portray the transformation of a 60yr old man's understanding with life, to a 40 yr old's rebellion with that understanding, could be likened to the flicker of a gaze

that when he laughs its a celebration that you asolutely cannot say No to....

The "he" is not intentional. Would not want to usurp whatever little Rekha has of "him".

Watch him in the scene in which he discovers his daughter knows about his relationship with the 18yr old and it'll just give you reason to repeat one more time, there lives a king and it is HE !!