Monday, January 28, 2008

The block...

I've always been told to try my hand at writing. Its another thing that I have one of the most illegible handwritings you would've ever seen. But hey, I don't have to worry about that now. I get to legally use someone else's version of the alphabets, standardized into what we call fonts. Not to sound archaic, I have been using these for pretty long, filling up an insignificant speck of cyberspace allotted to me "free of cost" under the name of blogs.

To say I'm suffering from a writer's block would be gross injustice to the word "writer", but lets just say my gray cells aren't gray enough to help me put thoughts into words, and words into bytes. These days I find myself in front of the computer screen during most of my waking hours, apart from the multitude of "activities" such as eating, drinking coffee, traveling back home, eating, drinking tea, traveling to work etc, that keep me occupied. Isn't that what we are meant to do? Work, feed our families, keep our loved ones happy, keep ourselves happy, and lead a successful life??

Of course isn’t it impossible that our families aren't happy because we aren't spending enough time with them, that we are living to work rather than working to live, and that we make ourselves believe we are successful and happy, and that this is what we must be doing, since there are so many others around us who are doing the same thing!

Life was a lot better when we were kids wasn’t it?? I bet every twenty-plus nobody’s felt that way at some point of time or the other. Those who haven’t, are the lucky ones living in their own worlds, in mental asylums around the world. As for the rest of us, the make-believers as I like to call the lot, all we can do is coin terms such as “mature”, “sane”, “responsible” and the likes and take pride in calling ourselves and each other by these names. But we still like to wish we were kids again…

Childhood, where all the brain had to do was think about how you could ride that cotton candy cloud wherever you wanted to go, pick up friends on the way, sing that catchy rhyme, and ride into the sunset. When the most serious problem in life was finishing off that chocolate bar before your friend did, so you’d still have some left while he didn’t! When fights were resolved by a simple complaint to the parents, and a “sorry” which nobody meant, but still made things easier! When lying was a crime and poems had rhyme (couldn’t resist that one) !

When we were kids, we weren’t unspoilt. Some of us were pampered with more that what we asked for, some of us lacked manners, and some of us were spoiled by being confined to our homes doing homework. But we were definitely happier… for the sheer ignorance of what lay ahead for us in life, was bliss! Responsibility was a word beyond comprehension, and proverbs were things that would come true by repeating in chorus ten times!

My gray cells are still not gray enough, and the way it looks, my hair cells are going to beat them to it! This write up has already started sounding like just another of those forwards doing the rounds in offices! Forwards…about the only things that remind us there is a world outside of our cubicles, and that for some of us, it is that world which has life in it. A world in which our wishes and desires have been stacked away safely. A world where we could chase dreams and live them too!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

" In the spirit of the game "

Dear Mr.Ponting,

It was some spectacle watching you on the ground, captaining your "Champion" side! I used to loathe your game, and every time a commentator of mediocre cricketing intellect compared you with greats like Sachin Tendulkar, my blood used to boil. Having said that, I am no cricket expert, but I can certainly tell a player with technique, from one without any. Of course, there are a lot of other things I cannot distinguish between, like a player with "integrity" from a player without any. However, after yesterday's match, I have changed my opinion about you.In fact I have become a fan of yours!

This letter is to let you know that in these moments of elation and victory that you have just achieved, I completely empathize with you when people question you unnecessarily about irrelevant things, such as umpiring and behavior. For your conduct on and off field has taught me so many things in life that dad, religion and experience couldn't, a few of which I felt I should share with you and make you proud:

* The world is a dirty place, and you can’t expect it to be fair. When people call you a world champion, you represent the world, and since the world is unfair, why not be unfair? After all its in the “spirit of the game”

* Stand by your teammates no matter what. You know you’ve nicked it to slip, but won’t the non-striker feel lonely if you walk off? That too when you’re not sure whether the umpire is pointing at a kookaburra flying up there, or his actions have anything to do with the ball you just played…

* When you desire something from your heart, all the forces in the world will work towards helping you achieve it. Very true isn’t it Mr.Ponting? You desired to carry on your winning streak, and all the forces of cricket, the umpires, match referees, cricket boards… helped you achieve it!

* The grass always appears greener on the other side. Which is probably why people who saw the television replays think they saw more grass on the ball than fingers!

* Love thy enemy. Is it not in the interests of Harbhajan that you filed a complaint against him? Who else, but captain courageous, could exemplify good-manners! I can see your noble intentions in trying to reform him. That you seem to cower when he’s bowling (try a chucking allegation hear, Murali will testify) is an insignificant fact ain’t it??

* Be humanitarian. Of course someone who insults our ape ancestry, and hence our race, ought to be called racist!

*Always think twice before you speak. Had that reporter known that integrity is something you lack, he wouldn’t have questioned you about it. I can understand how it would’ve felt when someone “questions” something you don’t possess at all. There are a lot of other things I learnt, that I would love to share with you, but I do not wish to waste your valuable time. I understand you will need plenty of time to network with umpires, board members, statisticians, team mates, devise “winning tactics” (after all aren’t you the best captain in the world!), think of allegations to hoard on players who “trouble” your team, and ensure that your team plays in the “spirit of the game”.

Last but not least,

YOU MIGHT’VE WON 16 MATCHES, BUT YOU HAVE LOST THE GAME

With reverence,

R Vijaynarain

(a fan of the gentleman's game)