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Friday, 24 May 2013
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Each
time I am asked to either speak about my country INDIA or write about it, the
one thing that effortlessly flows out of me is “….It is a country where Cricket
is a religion…” And very truly it is. Gone are the days when people in India
were fanatic about our National game Hockey and would proudly say “Saare medals
ek taraf, Hockey ka medal ek taraf” Today, cricket is the new craze & rage!
Though
I am not myself a very fanatic & ardent cricket fan, everybody around me
is! Though I do still watch cricket matches regularly! I might not have a
thorough depth & knowledge about cricket, what has forced me to pick up my
pen & write this piece is all the sleaze & murk about cricket that is
making the headlines! I am not going to talk about what is happening, what is
moral or what is legal and the role of everybody being questioned &
otherwise. Enough has been spoken & written about it. I am going to talk
about we Indians, and our role as I believe we are being cheated immensely.
What
has made Cricket or rather who has made Cricket what it really is today! It is
WE, undoubtedly. For a fanatic Indian fan, like it is said, a soldier fighting
for the country and a cricketer fighting to make his team declared victorious would
be comparable. We would not bunk office even if we are seriously ill but would
definitely to watch an India-Pakistan match! An outsider could sense a curfew
if he happened to visit an Indian town on the day of an India-Pakistan match. It
is that passion for cricket which not just the players have but every Indian
cricket fan shares it. A young Indian today buys a home theater and a couch so
that he and his friends could comfortably watch a cricket match! It is a dream
for every cricket fan to get clicked with Sachin, Dravid, Ganguly or Dhoni! It
is this high pedestal we place them on. It is not just the Indian common man, that
follows cricket but people from every profession, from a rickshaw wala to a politician,
people from every state from Kashmir to Kanyakumari & from Gujarat to Kolkata,
people of all age-groups, from a kid to an adolescent to an adult, males &
females (though I am not too sure of the latter) who do! Pick up an Indian
randomly from a crowd and there are 90% chances that he would be a huge cricket
fan! A child would be ready to put in an
hour of study more just so that his mom allows him to watch / play cricket for
some time more. An ardent Indian cricket fan could write volumes of books on
cricket irrespective of his / her writing or speaking skills & ability.
That is how much we as Indians are fervent about the game. It is this zeal & intensity with which we
associate ourselves to the sport. Truly the game of cricket for us is of
eminence and of supposed superiority. We literally worship our cricket players
and for us Cricket is the most glorified and dignified game in the whole of
world. It is correctly, in our opinion, a gentleman’s game, as it is called.
The
recent sleaze in the game of Cricket spread all across the newspapers hitting
headlines & televisions running debates is highly deplorable. Aren't we
being cheated? The answer is YES, Big Time! We are being deceived & tricked
in a game we watch with all earnestness, with true seriousness, solemnity &
sincerity. It is this Indian Common man who is willing to pay a thousand bucks
or more just to be able to watch a cricket match in the stadium, just be able
to see the cricketer he worships. This money that he earns and spends to watch
a pure & true game of cricket is being abused. What are we supposed to do
about it? Sit silent and watch on just like we do all the other time such a
headline hits the country. Talk about it, discuss & get used to it the very
next day, as if nothing happened! It is we who need to make everyone who is
trying to deceive us and play with our emotions that is in true sense
passionate about the real game of cricket realize that we have made them! Yes,
it is we, the people; the public who has made the game of cricket what it is
today! Huge, Big, Magnificent!
And
now as we head towards the Finals of IPL at the Eden Gardens, a genuinely iconic
place, it is up to us if we are able to tell them that enough is enough; and we
won’t let fraudulence, corruption & immorality take over this ethical game.
If we have the power & strength to shun the game at the Eden Gardens this
time, by not turning up and leaving the stadium empty to show our resentment;
and turn off the television screens to show our wrath, we might do our bit! But
would we? That is a big question. It is also our responsibility to take a plunge
to throw the rotten eggs off the basket. And help let the gentleman’s game
remain truly and eternally gentlemanly!
Posted on
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
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I have grown up watching
Bollywood movies and I call myself a self confessed Bollywood lover. If I were
asked to ever choose between Bollywood and Hollywood, I would undoubtedly
choose the former. The generation today would react to the above statement in a
state of shock! I know, because the generation today is a wild admirer of
Hollywood, a few of them for reasons which are valid and acceptable and a few
to just follow the style quotient! Well, for the former reason I do admire Hollywood
Movies, for the substance, the spunk, the meaning and the effects but I deny to
be a part of the latter group. Of course, there is no denying that Hollywood
movies are class apart but I still love Bollywood movies for what they are! I
love to see Shah Rukh Khan, an exemplary romanticist romancing our Bollywood
ladies. I love to see the actors/actresses romancing in the rain and running
around the trees, that is what the essence of Indian Romance is! I wonder if
any Indian couple has never imagined themselves that ways! We do, but we are
shy to express, or probably we take the easy path of going with the majority by
criticizing the so called “stupid stuff” in Bollywood movies! There also can be
no denying that Bollywood makes movies with substance, movies for a cause.
Movies like Rang De Basanti, Chak De India, Taare Zameen Par, A Wednesday and
the list is endless. I am one Indian who is a fan of all three Khans, all for
different reasons, SRK for his wit, spontaneity and for being the maestro of acting,
Salman for his individualistic and impeccable style quotient and Aamir for his
spunk and substance. Just like people describe themselves to be an avid reader;
I would call myself an avid Bollywood movie watcher. I must have watched a few
of them for a dozen times and can still bring it on. I love the idea of a
perfect couple, perfect marriage, the hero-can-do-all-possible-stuff-on-earth and
the happy endings etc exhibited in movies. Being a Bollywood lover, when asked a favourite,
I stumble upon the question. I have no favourites. I admire and even revere a
lot of them. As a youngster, I look up to Mr. Bachchan, there is so much that a
person like me can learn from him. The diverse genre played by Ranbir Kapoor just
at the start of his career reinstates the fact that he has a long way to go.
The impishness, flair and flamboyance of Saif Ali Khan and the aphrodisiacal
John Abraham would also top the popularity chart. And not to forget our lovely ladies, from Madhuri
Dixit to Parineeti Chopra, each of them has an individualistic appeal. The
classic Hum Aapke Hai Kaun and the “Didi Tera Dewar Deewana” song are perennially
immortal. The grace, poise and elegance of Madhuri Dixit which is hard to
match, the institutional classics of the vivacious Sridevi, the full of beans
and perky – Kareena Kapoor, the sassy and classy Priyanka Chopra, the queen of
charts – Katrina Kaif, the self assured player of “Wake Up Sid” with the stark nuances
of a brilliant “Life in a Metro”– Konkona Sen Sharma, the actress for all
seasons – Kajol, the fashionista – Sonam Kapoor, the charismatic and the
dynamic – Deepika Padukone and the pretty pastel and raw recruit of Ishaqzaade –
Parineeti Chopra. The list would go on and on…It is therefore such an onerous
task picking up a favourite! Bollywood offers us such a rich basket of
diversity, which compel me to reinstate therefore that I have no favourites…I
am a Bollywood Fan!
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Monday, 24 December 2012
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The word BRUTAL, HEINOUS,
HORRIFIC, INHUMAN… All of them will just remind every informed Indian about
that one tragic incidence that happened recently. The barbaric act is
unthinkable of, in a democratic society, also when it is the capital of the
country and is not even midnight. Ironically, all this happened in a city that
boasts of a 75000 strong police force. If one happens to check the statistics,
there are two molestations and one reported rape case everyday in the capital
city! Shocking, isn’t it? The incidence urges every Indian woman of ask herself
if she is safe anywhere and anytime. And the answer reinforces the fact – NO! The
relentless attack has not just shocked and shamed India, but has scarred every
household in true sense. There are approximately 19 crore households in India,
and I am sure, every mother, father or brother is scarred about her daughter or
sister. I witnessed it myself, when I went to watch T-20 to Wankhede Stadium
with a bunch of friends. My family (far away in Delhi) could not sleep till the
time I reached my hostel back safely. I even saw the wrinkle of worry on my
friend’s face when I reached back. It is this perennial fear, not just in the
mind of every woman, but in the minds of every family that we need to get rid
of. For how long are we going to live in a constant fear of being brutally,
savagely and mercilessly assaulted may be anytime, anywhere. The shocking news
of rape and assault have long being dominating the TV screens and the
newspapers. Ironically again in a country like India, which has a rich and
diverse cultural heritage of looking up at woman as a symbol of love,
sacrifice, courage and what not! What is the government, police and the
citizens doing? How are we compensating for the complete security and safety of
women? For how long are we going to live with grim reminders of such tragic
incidences? For how long are we going to cringe, as Indians, when outsiders
remind us of such incidences? Though all of us are disgusted and appalled at
such incidences, we need to question as to why is it happening, the loop-holes
in the system and what can we do to prevent it. It is only then that we can
claim that we live in a SAFE India. Each one of us needs to question
himself/herself.
I would want to salute the
protester’s spirit in Delhi. At least, they are doing their bit. It is high
time that the government should take up radical reforms and ensure justice to
make our lives safe and secure. Though capital punishment is legal in India,
since 1995 there have been only three people who have been hanged until death.
Isn’t it shocking in a country like India which is plagued with such a high
criminal rate? At least, the capital punishment would be a deterrent for such
criminals to commit such heinous crimes. Creating a separate dedicated court, setting
a minimum sentence and fine amount for non-rape offences, a minimum term even
after conviction, capital punishment for the heinous crimes would surely serve
as a deterrent for such crimes. Well, surely there would be a lot that the
government, the police and every individual should do, to make this place a
better and a secure place to stay. Till then I would just be waiting for the
day when I could move around anywhere and anytime without having to worry about
anything and when my family back home could relax, watch TV and have popcorn
till the time I came back home!
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Sunday, 11 November 2012
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The change has been gradual and eventual. But the fact remains that I have finally started liking the place I thought I would never like. A mumbaiite would never like Delhi and a Delhiite would never like Mumbai. It’s a very uncanny feeling that every mumbaiite and delhiite share. And if I believe it to be true, I turn out to be an exception.
It’s been 2 years and a half now that I am in Delhi, very much away from the city of my dreams, Bombay (Though its Mumbai, I somehow insist on still calling it Bombay). I landed in Delhi when it was the peak of winters, realizing that my very rich wardrobe dint have a single warm cloth! Of course if u have ever been in Bombay you would know why! Today I own many! Though I put up at Parliament Street, a posh and high-toned locality, I still could not get rid of the very infamous eve teasers. I have now to some extent learnt to turn a blind eye to them. Also, as luck would have it, fortuitously the ladies compartment was introduced in the Metro, the very month I came to Delhi, much to my delight. The quiet and the placid streets scared me. Coming from the crowded Bombay where the idea of personal space is just someone not standing on your toes. But today strolls around with the lush greenery and wide roads soothe me. Meeting Nitin (name changed for obvious reasons) reinstated the fact that how cocky and overly self-assertive delhiites can be, proving me correct on my opinionated views on delhiites, I met many in my span here who proved me wrong. Though the burning and the blistering summers of Delhi still annoy me to the hilt, I am saved from taking bath 2-3 times a day (that’s quite a deal considering the kind of lazy bum I am). The choking humidity and the jungle sweat Like Gregory David calls it, never stops in Bombay, forcing you to shower yourself with some water every time you come back home. There was a paradigm shift in my parents’ behavior as well. The parents who let their daughters travel by the locals alone even in the mid night hour, dint allow us to step out alone after 9 in the night. The reasons are obvious and well known. But considering the kind of home soul I am it doesn’t really affect me much. I have myself imbibed, to some extent, the showy and the ostentatious attitude of delhiites that used to once put me off, though it still does, if it’s over-done. Yes, I love to flaunt my blackberry, my Samsung tablet, my staying at Golf Links etc. etc. The once used to be size zero 'me' (the ever in thing in Bombay) has turned into a plump and chubby 'me' (the ever in thing in Delhi). I can now say that I have started to blend in the color of Delhi....
I love the swanky apartments I now live in, and the lush green gardens around. Staying in the central part of Delhi, I love my walks to The Lodhi Gardens, the beautiful and serene hotspot for morning walks. I love the view of India Gate, a prominent national monument, at least 2 times a day, on my way to office and on my way back. I am in absolute love with Lutyens' Delhi, from the impressive Rashtrapati Bhavan, on top of Raisina Hills, to CP to the zone extending up to Lodhi Road. I love Delhi for its historical importance. The Red Fort, Qutub Minar, Humayun's Tomb - All three being World heritage sites. Shopping to me now means going to Khan Market, the oldest and the costliest market of the country or to CP, the well and widely known two central circular strips of the city. I love the pedestrian shopping, be it anpath or Sarojini or Kamla Nagar. Being a connoisseur of food and having a longing to discover new joints, I love Delhi for the profuse, bounteous and nearly infinite such places to offer. When in Delhi, I would never miss an opportunity to the trade fair or the world book fair and other fairs held once a year. In fact, I eagerly wait for them to happen. I love Delhi for the marvelous and wonderful friends it has provided me with. The list would be endless I suppose.
Today, when the moment has come, that I need to leave Delhi and go back to Bombay, the mood is somber. Though not grief-stricken, but I can now rightly say that I am gonna miss my newly called HOME.







