Sunday, December 26, 2010

I Bleed Blue

"Cricket is our religion and Sachin is God". I’m one of the billion that live by that quote. Since I was eight, I've been hooked onto the game, courtesy my mother. She’s one of the only 50 year old women I know who screams and reacts to a dropped catch with the highest emotion at that moment. Every match that Team India plays determines any schedule I make. The result was always secondary. Cricket's a sport that unites the country. People cheer in different languages and pray to different idols that symbolise their spiritual belief, hoping that our team emerges victorious. This reminds me of an article I read, written by John Wright, our former coach, from the Penguin India Yearbook. He mentioned in the article that at a certain point in the dressing room, you could hear conversations in five different languages! It’s amazing to have a team this diverse! Seniority, religion, language... Now I realize that miscommunication could be a valid reason for our run-outs! On a more serious note, with each wicket out team loses in a match, close to a million people are affected! Sighs, curses, advice, everyone reacts, not realizing that Dhoni can’t hear through the TV. With each boundary a batsman hits, there are smiles in most Indian households and with each victory, ecstatic joy. The spirit of the game lies in the faith cricket lovers in out country have in the playing Eleven. Even after a disastrous loss, huge numbers turn out in support of the eleven players the very next match. The encouragement is boundless.

There was this news article about some people belonging to a community in a village somewhere in Maharashtra contributed their earnings of that month just to get connected to the nearest town, to watch the team play against Pakistan. The assurance, belief, and certainty the cricket-loving population has towards our Indian cricket team should add to their confidence and should heighten desire to win every match they play.

A common sight we see is children as young as four, playing cricket in the by-lanes and narrow streets. I was amused by the enthusiasm shown by a seven-year-old in one of the by-lanes I was passing by, and asked him why he loved the game so much. He told me that all the great cricketers he knew of used to play just like he does. He played everyday just so he could become as successful as Sunil Gavaskar, who used to play cricket in a very narrow lane with glass window panes on both sides of the lane when he was young. The surroundings forced him to strike the ball straight across. That was where Sunil Gavaskar got his unusual, yet match-winning tactic from. Cricket is, in every Indian's blood.

I could go on about how much I admire Dhoni, Raina and the others, but at the present moment, I'm just hoping that the jigsaw puzzle falls into place and Team India, at the World Cup 2011, have the courage, poise, determination, luck and strength to bring the Cup home.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

'Cause sometimes, it's about the moment.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Sunshine

It was like reading a good book and being interrupted by a song that perfectly fits the situation- reading a good book in bed on a perfect Sunday afternoon. I got out of bed only to realise I didn’t reach the part where he’s flying an airplane aimlessly across fields. That’s one of my favourite parts in the book. “The world is your exercise-book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, although you can express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write nonsense, or lies, or to tear the pages.” Somewhere down the line I see myself getting closer to oblivion, and if I get anywhere close to understanding myself, I guess the work’s half done.

Today was so strange. I was the happiest person for a couple of hours and then I went into this weird mood (I’m still in the mood actually) where I sit in my room with my blue light on and give myself into randomness. I listened to my favourite songs, downloaded a few and then spoke to my best friend. We laughed about the strangest things and some not-so-strange things. I like the flow of random thoughts that come after a long, happy conversation when these good memories just flash past. Some of them surprisingly didn’t involve another person. If you don’t have the person, you have yourself, and if you’re lost, you have the city. All you need to do is take a walk down the street to find your way. I see myself half way there. Yeah. It was exactly the same feeling- like reading a good book and being interrupted by a song that perfectly fits the situation- reading a good book in bed on a perfect Sunday afternoon.

Monday, September 06, 2010

Inked X 3


"Lately I've been feeling low
A remedy is what I'm seeking
Take a taste of what's below
Come away to something better
What I want is what I've not got
But what I need is all around me
Reaching searching never stop
And I'll say...

If you could keep me floating just for a while
'Til I get to the end of this tunnel...mummy
If you could keep me floating just for a while
I'll get back to you

Take a Jimi Thing
Just to keep me swingin'
I'd like to show you what's inside
I shouldn't care if you don't like it
Brother chaos rules all about
Sometimes I walk there
Sometimes, God knows, I take a bus there
I should't care I shouldn't care bereaved as
I'm feeling...."


So this is a little thank YOU and a reminder to myself that I have the greatest people as my friends and family. Thank you for lighting up my life in ways more than one, bearing with me when I’ve had rough days and laughing with me at other times Not to sound all deep, but this is just symbolic of the happiness in my life and it’s just that I love where I’m at now, despite being away from most of the people I need every minute of everyday. This is because of what we've been through and what we haven't, through the years. Thank you for being my Jimi Thing.

Monday, January 11, 2010



George William Russell once said, “People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and that it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had an unobscured glow.” The trip to Paithan, a small town in the Aurangabad district of Maharashtra made me realise how wrong ‘people’ are. The wadas, ghats and mandirs were all reflections of the character of the people and the history that Paithan has. It is one of the few inland towns mentioned in the famous 1st Century AD Greek book, ‘Periplus Maris Erytharaei’. The city was the capital of the Satavahana Empire of ancient India that ruled from 2nd century BC to 2nd century AD. The town is mostly famous today for its beautiful Paithani silk sarees which are intricately bordered with silver or gold.
Being a student of architecture, I noticed the doors and windows, the shingle bricks and roofs that were mostly timber joists with stone slabs, rafters and trusses. Lime mortar and slaked lime stucco plaster were also used. The courtyards in the wadas and the materials used to construct them gave us an impression of how educated the people who designed them were about using the hot and dry climate to their advantage. The 200 BC ruin had a mystical appearance. The Sant Dnyaneshwar Udyan, a famous garden developed on the lines of Mysore Garden on the banks of river Godavari was beautiful.
However, once you visit Paithan, you realise that architecture isn’t just about how efficient the building is or how good it is to look at. It’s about the people, their lifestyle and the aura of the place itself. Whether it is pure devotion and belief that all wishes are fulfilled by praying at the temple where the beautiful black coloured Sand Idol of 20th Jain Tirthankar, Bhagwan Munisuvratnath is installed, the celebrations of a wedding by dancing and playing music on the streets, the laughter of children or wisdom in the words of the elderly, Paithan came alive because of the people who live by the river and on both sides of the narrow, dusty streets that were so beautiful, in a way I cannot explain. Before my classmates and I left for Pune, I sat by the river on Nag Ghat and watched the bright afternoon sun shine on the water, making it seem translucent. That’s when I said to myself, “This is why I love rural India.”