I am writing this as i hear ladies singing weird songs in the adjacent room in a ceremony quite popular amongst the indian households...ladies sangeet...the epitomy to our growing hinglishness...it can be ladies' music or perhaps more aptly mahila sangeet but no..we are so accustomed to molding things to the way we derive the best of both worlds..for instance shitting..we shit in English style potties but we clean it our way and not like those ever so profane and unhygienic angrez...swiping it with education..chee chee haaw jee..well concentrating on the songs all i can infer is something related to the aunties taking a dig at the new dulhan...wonder why there isn't a male counter part to this ceremony because usually boys are strictly not allowed in this ceremony ...but i somehow have got into the thick of action due to my photography skills which are still questionable...but be it who gives a damn I'm in an unchartered territory ..girls dancing and talking bout weird things...
To be fair the ceremony never lived up to the expectation and the dancing and singing was dull , all that i could do was solemnly click snaps of the new bride, relatives and the ever so adamant aunties trying to get themselves clicked by hook or by crook...
The singing reminded me of the singing that i probably am gonna miss i.e. Bryan Adam's concert...these occasion are so rare and when you see people all enthu and raring for it all you can do is contrive a solemn look and show that you don't give a shit to the concert ....
Moving on world cup is here baby...i was a little detached from cricket in the past but when someone relives those historic games (and godammit the channel show them every time of the day these days) how can he or she not feel like cheering for the men in blue ...those matches rekindle a spark in me ...reminds me of the time i was all for the game and did every thing for the love of the game ...for instance, putting talcum powder to imitate allan donald and his zinc lotion streaks...or mocking any windies bowler's action...
Thinking about the world cups I've seen i would say 96 is the most cherished...my first tryst with cricket world cup . Though i have blurry memories of it ,the figure of kambli crying is the one that stayed with me throughout . I mean at that time i really didn't know how to deal with a grown up crying in front of a huge stadium .Srilankans were my enemy from that day...
1999 was a dull affair except a certain "zulu"......he was my god then...wonder why he just burnt out at the end of his career...no acclaim..nothing?
03 was the time i was dealing with growing up , making friends in the neighborhood...this was the first real out and out wc for me...i followed india throughout...the huddles...nehra's spell against England ,sehwag and sachin blasting pakistan ...everything looked promising except that day where it all mattered...i still remember seeing all my friends wearing blue that day and we choked ..courtesy ponting
07 will perhaps never be recorded in my memory because of the woolmer thing . the nadir of cricketing history for me....and the whole tournament seemed like a bad dream in all possible way...India going out early Pakistan too and then we see a make shift final ...which i don't remember who won coz nobody really cared who won it...
There was this class in which we were discussing about the importance of talent and its application and what was detrimental in success...talent or its application i.e. the hard work....and due to the world cup fever going on we had cricketers as case study....sachin and kambli, ....sachin epitomizes cricket and is perhaps the biggest role model for anyone taking up the game for his sheer hard work and determination that has led him to success for such a long span...meanwhile kambli's story as we all may agree is of a lost prodigy..the next big thing gone sour...it shows us that talent doesn't just take u places...you need practice , hard work and sundry to sustain it...all thing done and dusted ...but deep down i feel more like a kambli (not just because of my complexion) than a sachin...its tough being the ideal guy...i mean you have to live up to the expectation...you have to be consistent and can't afford slip ups...that's too tough for me....apart from this the whole idea of being the anti hero makes me swell...like naseeruddin shah's character in 'IQBAL' for instance..the guy who has fallen in life ,who has flaws ,who's been there done that ,who's self destructed ....but can at any moment conjure spirits to bring every one down on their knees ....i don't know how many will agree on this but i can see a connection in the character...they are more plausible for my liking than being the demigod of the common people...
