Sunday, November 17, 2013

Goodbye Sachin Tendulkar


Image Courtesy : www.thankyousachin.com

In the world of cricket and a country full of cricket lovers, Sachin Tendulkar is not only a name, but a living legend and an inspiration to many. Yesterday was a day when this celebrated cricketer took his departure from all the formats of the game (Since cricket has many formats, One-Day, Test Cricket, and now 20-20 Cricket). I was expecting that the newspapers, social media websites like facebook, twitter will all be unanimously, singing the chorus 'Saaachinnn...Sachin'. And I was not at all disappointed. But I am sure many people across the nation will be disappointed and will be left in tears when this demi-god retired from the game which has it's monopoly in India.

Was I disappointed hearing this news?

Maybe, at first. I liked cricket, played it till high school, but lately fell in love with other sports more than what I had for cricket. That gave me the opportunity to look at cricket in a different perspective and light. I have no current liking or affability towards Cricket. I find that, the format of the game requires the least physical fitness and with only a bunch of nation participating in world tournaments, there is no real competition as compared to other sports like soccer, tennis, or basketball. So reading the reactions of the people of India, on social media like twitter or facebook, under hashtag ThankYouSachin, #ThankYouSachin, I became a little more optimistic. Some people wrote that the game (Cricket) would never be the same without you (Sachin), some said "Life se ek question to khatam hua, Sachin ne kitne banaye." (There is one question that will never be asked again "How much runs did Sachin score).

Reading so much today in newspapers or on social media, one thing is clear that the popularity of this game is no longer going to be the same as it was from 1989 till yesterday. Many people are not going to follow this game as ardently as they were before. There is no one at present moment as big as Sachin Tendulkar, so our younger generation will have more options, in terms of following someone. I will say that; this day in the history of sports will be coined as the day when cricket gave way for other sports to flourish in India. So I #ThankYouSachin and hope in next 4-5 years we qualify in Soccer World Cup, and get more and more gold medals in Olympics.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

MediaCrooks: At Your Feet, Obamaji

MediaCrooks: At Your Feet, Obamaji: Thus spake Rahul Gandhi while addressing a two-day media conclave of his party members on July 22: " Keep the level of debate dig...

Monday, July 1, 2013

No title (Contd)



21 years and 8 months are not enough for someone to know life inside out. Teenage is the age of committing incessant errors and after that comes the age, where one reflects back to their errors and try to mould their characters, accordingly. Even though when the introspections and circumspections of past are missing in one's life, one develops a character, nevertheless, but it will fail, when judged on the parameters of morality.

On that day it was raining heavily. Everything was gray and dark, including a small coffee shop. The age of that coffee shop must be over 100 years or so it seemed. Even the man sitting behind the counter looked much older than what he may actually was. There were about 4-5 tables in total, which, mostly were unoccupied, except one. The redolent smell of coffee beans, pancakes, which filled the room in abundance, along with the posters of great philosophers, thinkers, and writers of the past on the wall, was acting as an aggregation to the whole anachronism of that place.

On one of the occupied was sitting a young man, which seemed as an aberration, in juxtaposition with the ambiance and flavor of the place. He was wearing a white shirt along with a blazer (on the left pocket of which was a monogram of a university), tight pants, which in my opinion were a little short for him as his legs (without socks) were very much visible. He was wearing a black or may be gray or possibly brown shoes below his trousers (It was very difficult to identify the true colors of his shoes as there was a thick layer of dust and mud on them). From his external appearance or get up he seemed quite bourgeois. But his face and eyes were betraying his external projection of himself, in spite of his clandestine methods(dress-up) to make it obscure, his eyes and face were full of radiance, and were revealing his childlike curiosity to know everything about life.

(Contd....)

This young man aged 21 years, was looking out from the glass window of that coffee shop. The rain drops were falling slantwise on the window pane, and then after making a snake wise movement on the glass were falling in a nearby gutter, creating a hallucinating ripple in the muddled water. After a while he got bored with nature's redundant performance on the stage of that glass pane, with characters appearing and then going down the drain creating a ripple in the muddy water. He looked at his coffee which by now was still warm, so he took a sip at it before the warmth getting dissipated into coldness. Taking a deep and heavy breath he sighed. He waived to the 'just about' pretty waitress, and asked for his bill, the waitress giving him a fake, yet a radiant smile, brought his bill in a brown leather case. He opened the leather case and looked at the hand written bill, reached his pocket for his wallet took out crisp notes and left, leaving behind more than a generous tip for the waitress.

The heavy downpour by this time turned into a benign shower, with occasional winds blowing from here and there. Our young man had the habit of walking with his head bent, as much as his neck allowed it, making sure that each step taken, can be witnessed by his eyes. He was very conscientious about small earthen creatures, and avoided stomping over as many creatures as his conscientiousness allowed him to avoid.

Rain brings out the most subtle of human emotion and flavor. That is the reason it had and has been, one of the most favorite subjects for writers of past and of present. It (rain) brings out the true and driving character of a human, which will be evident from the following example.

The most supercilious hide themselves in shade, and can never assimilate the courage of a child to break free and drench themselves in the shower from above. They consider it trivial and banal, where at the same time, the most innocent and ingenuous, prefer to play, drench, and get itself dirty in the same 'rain', and that too with all joy, merry and enthusiasm.

There are other aspects and impacts of 'rain' related to childhood, adolescence, or adulthood. For some, rain brings the reminiscence of their gory past, and is a matter of great depression, while for some it brings joy, for some harmony and peace.

I am not wrong if I relate the effect of rain on a human soul, in accordance to their reaction towards it. The effect of rain on our hero was mixed. Though he was not one of those supercilious lots, so he preferred being drenched. But not with joy and merriment, or for peace or any hope of tranquility. It was freezing to bone, he wanted to suffer, suffer to his bones. But there was a sweet joy coming out of that bone drenching suffering, which was both physical ( Due to extreme cold) and psychological. This young man was dejected and rejected by everyone from human society, and was accepted only in the arcane society of aberrations and anomalies.

He thought of putting his headphones on, and after skimming through his playlist on his I-Pod, selected the album Dark Side Of The Moon, Pink Floyd, and hit the play button on 'Comfortably Numb'. He was possessed by one and only one thought, and that was of her. She was in his literature class. Now I have to describe 'her' first, before I can continue the dire predicament of our hero here.

She was a typical metropolitan girl, who liked to dwell in her outer appearance. Face full of make up, lips glossed with thick layers of lipstick. The type of girls, who don't miss the opportunity of checking themselves in elevator mirrors, car's windshields, after adjusting a few things here and there, and after admiring their own beauty, cannot hide their satisfaction and happiness (Thinking I am still beautiful and young). She was a plump girl of an average height, and was an advocate of 19th century Russian villages' charm and beauty. She had a stoic character behind that makeup that she wore everyday. Which was quite evident from her temple, which never twitched or contorted in any situation. But mostly she dwell-ed with the supercilious lot, and preferred the company of extravagant people.

Our hero was an outcast, and was not able to penetrate the periphery of her circle, with his average look, and bourgeois mannerism. Moreover he was a sissy, a feminist, and a meek creature (with no trace of any male chauvinism). He used to observe her behind his alibi of reading a book. What roused his curiosity in her was her makeup, her mannerism, and the stoic character she possessed, under those layers of external-isms. He wanted to penetrate those layers and wished to see the real human behind that female body. (Contd...)  

There was a food joint which was situated just outside the university where our scholar or hero was studying literature, philosophy, and philology. Which was mostly occupied by students or college professors. There was a vibrancy in that place. Attributed to the fact that the place was mostly occupied by young and energetic people. The food joint 
was not a very grand one, in terms of space, cost and quality of food and beverage served. Laughter, chatter and chaos were incessant part of that place.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Confusion

When this bitch 'confusion' strikes you, it stings like a bee or a wasp, or sometimes even a cobra, with all it's might have stung you, and that too on the most sensitive part of your body. Pain is immense, but you somehow have to distract yourself from it either being a workaholic, or alcoholic, or may be a sport freak. It helps, it does, but just only temporarily. Confusion is a state when you are an aberrant from your being, i.e. lack of self belief, lack of appreciation, lack of friends, but mostly it is an aberration from your core, former listed. How to get out of such predicament. I was pondering on the same subject for the last 90 days and was not able to reach to a prudent solution.

I drafted this post 90 days ago, not one day hither or tither. Today after 90 and a day more, I managed to find a solution to  this cowweb of confusion and havoc of my soul.

And that is simply, "simplicity".        

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Is There Anything Wrong, With Us Feminists??



I will cut the crap out, and come straight to point. Right from childhood to adolescence I never felt any shame or male chauvinistic feeling about any annihilation, in any form, be it sport, intellect or any goddamn thing you may think of,  from the opposite sex i.e. female in my case. I respect them a lot, I adore them, I worship them, that was and is my upbringing. These teachings and initial upbringings were okay, till the time there is no line between love and lust, sex or desire, after that no teacher, no guide, you are on your own. Society is cruel for those who are sensitive and simply ignore to follow the norms, are subdued, suppressed, and are called eunuch, in this rapist and male chauvinist society. But the saddest part is, that the females think in the same direction. They demand or expect chauvinistic approach from a male, which in my opinion is ridiculous. Buddha was a hardcore feminist, Zarathustra was a feminist, there are so many Sufi Saints who were hardcore feminists, who changed the world and thinking of its people, for good, peace and tranquility. But the problem is not in being a feminist or in being a male chauvinist, the problem loses its obscurity when a male is a hardcore feminist, or if a female is a male chauvinist. If Anthony Susan, B is a feminist, historians will write pages upon pages in her eulogy. Majority is driven by the society and society is an antonym to aberration, so in my opinion, even if people (So Called Society) look down upon me. In terms, that I never proposed a girl (Based upon false pretentiousness), I never had any sexual relationship with a societal female, that too based upon false pretentiousness, and false promises, I am today proud of my feminism and conscientiousness towards paying respect to females. I ask this question to those, who accuse me of being an aberration, how can you commit without love, how can you, without discovering love, call your lust love and believe it, and make your counter female-part believe in the same, and still call us feminists an aberration. I think you need to introspect, and NOT us.
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