for the love of ...

everybody loves to love them...every body loves to hate them... they play cricket!!

lets refine it...

everybody loves to love them when they win... everybody loves to hate them when they loose!!

i still cant understand why we love a game that was introduced to us by the British...they made us nunga punga...stole our land...they stole our tax.. they stole our Kohinoor :(


b4 they introduced us to the game we played many other games (yeah...we did play games other than cricket)... but unfortunately i don't know many of them... kabaddi, kho kho,  kusti, and i am sure we played many many more games ...most of them i might not even know...i was born in the decade of Television Kranti... radio were just going out of fashion and heroes were happy to romance the beautiful women in color...internet was not even discovered...

the last time i remember playing cricket was at St. Lawrence school in Sector 16 Vashi.. i got chance to play since there was one less player in one team :P ... i got out on the first ball...catch out... i hit a half volley...and straight to the the fielder who was hidden cos on the same ground there were more than 4 to 5 matched being played :D ... imbalanced demand and supply equation of complex variables of  cricket grounds, population, time and love for the game... where do some things come from is always a mystery ...

the last time i remember playing either of kabbaddi, kho kho or langadi is whn i must be in my 2nd grade... :)

i see us playing cricket everywhere... on proper grounds, in buildings, on roads, on footpaths, on terraces of buildings, in classrooms, in office on computer, on the internet...we even played cricket by turning pages of the book and the page number as the number of runs score... say if u open the page number 66 ..its a six... if u open pages with page number ending with  4 are four runs...and and if i open 60/50/40 - ending with a zero - i am out....and so on...

one of the weirdest places i have seen small kids play cricket is the harbor line of mumbai... it was once upon a time a completely fucked up place to be...it is not a lil better... i really mean it!! ... its a lot better that what it used to be a few years ago... they play cricket right next to the railway tracks which is a toilet for the mumbaikars living along the railway tracks... which is a big dustbin for the mumbaikars living along the railway tracks... the gutter next to it is a sewage drain... its open so it can overflow anytime.. and so so much more i can describe....but fuck...ppl wont read the post them...


danny uncle wanted to show all of this, similar things...and so he did in his super awesome movie slumdog millionaire ...not exactly what we wanted him to show about india...but he did what most of us would want to hide... he won 8 oscars :)

there are 2 problems...(thees 2 i feel are important..)

1) when will we realize that we can not expect our fellow Indians to live like that... (i understand the world can not survive with equality but.....)

2) will we ever see kids play hockey or any other game with so much love and addiction the way those kids play cricket ??


PS : if i said i am not a big cricket fan i may be not speaking the truth

healthybakchodi

Sampark Kranti

That means 'communication revolution', if literally translated as a phrase. For those of you not in the know of India, it is a series of trains which, like the exclusive Rajdhanis, connect the nation's capital to various state capitals. That's just like the Rajdhanis, and in most cases, the number of intermediate stoppages are lesser in number, comparatively. However, unlike the Rajdhanis, it's not fully air-conditioned and meals are not part of the ticket's package. So there, now you know.

I just returned to my home - that is Delhi - by the Maharashtra Sampark Kranti. And as luck would have it, on the way I happened to have some really obnoxious co-passengers. There was this bunch of 7 youngsters, on their way to wherever, who just couldn't refrain from talking loudly while playing cards - which would have been fine, if they had shut the hell up during the night when I was trying desperately to sleep and not kept giving me regular updates about India's downward progression against England on their way out of the ICC World Twenty20.

Then there was this woman who got in from Borivali who was obsessed with the berths - as it turned out, she had an upper but wanted something lower. When she finally did manage to get herself a middle, she wanted to set it up at 8 (EIGHT!) - we managed to delay it to 9. Next, she gets up in the morning at about 6 but says: "Abhi nahi - aath baje". Politely but firmly, I inform her that the official timings are 9pm-6am. What I really wanted to tell her was: "baarah ghante? train tere baap ki hai kya?"

But co-passengers weren't the best or the worst parts of the journey. The best was after a chain pulling incident somewhere near Sawai Madhopur (that place in Rajasthan from where you go to Ranathambore), after which this guy got off the train with his skybag, only to be caught by a policeman who held him by the collar with his right hand and kept slapping him right across the face with his left, all the while dragging the offender to the rear end of the train. It all started right outside my window so all the more fun! The worst part? There was no water in the train since 6 in the morning, and the train was scheduled to reach at half past one. Thankfully, it was on time.

PS. Indian Railways should increase the speed of these somewhat special trains to match the Rajdhanis, since arrive at their stoppages and destinations significantly before time. Especially since it is really frustrating when you're made to wait outside a station as a penalty for being before time, and embarrasing when you're made to wait while the Rajdhani which you led all the way from Bombay to Baroda is allowed to pass.