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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Love and Kindness...

I feel...Love and kindness are never wasted...they always make a difference...In the midst of global crises such as pollution, wars and famine, kindness may too easily be dismissed as a “soft issue,” or a luxury to be addressed after the urgent problems are solved...but kindness is the greatest need in all those areas — kindness toward the environment, toward other nations, toward the needs of people who are suffering. Until we reflect basic kindness in everything we do, our political gestures will be fleeting and fragile... Simple love and kindness may be the most vital key to the riddle of how human beings can live with each other in peace, and care for each other in harmony...believe in Love and believe in yourself...for You are the one who could make a difference in the way people live in this world...Love is all that is required...nothing less and nothing more...

I always carry this line up my sleeves and in my signature...

Be the change You want to see in this World - M K Gandhi

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Running out of steam

Friday , March 12, 2010

Rajdeep Sardesai, CNN IBN

Lalu Prasad is the Pied Piper of Patna. One of the more special moments in journalism was travelling with the RJD chief to Pakistan in 2003. Indo-Pak relations were at a low, a series of terror attacks had brought the two countries to the brink of war. In this unnerving environment, the charismatic Lalu was transformed into a peace ambassador. Wherever he went, the cameras inevitably followed. At Lahore's Anarkali Bazaar, the shopkeepers queued up to greet him; when we went to Islamabad's Sunday market, he was again the star attraction. In the heart of the marketplace, he picked up a potato and exclaimed, "Bihar mein Lalu, aur Pakistan mein aloo!" The picture of Lalu buying vegetables made the front pages of most Pakistani newspapers.

Seven years later, the Lalu charisma is fading. He still comes up with the occasional witty 'Laluism' and his persona remains delightfully endearing, but as the high drama in Parliament during the Women's Reservation Bill has shown, Lalu's bark is now greater than his bite. While he may rightfully scream that the Bill was passed through an act of 'political dacoity', the fact is that no one really takes Lalu's threats of bringing down the UPA government seriously. In a sense, Lalu and his Yadav soulmates - Mulayam and Sharad - represent the past tense of Indian politics, a politics where identity mattered more than issues.

When Lalu first burst on to the national political scene in the early 90s, he was an instant hit. The arrest of L.K. Advani at Samastipur in October 1990 during the Ram Rath Yatra catapulted him into the national limelight. That single act transformed him into the messiah of the Muslims, the politician who had dared to touch the Hindutva icon. Lalu dined out for the next decade on that one single moment of political bravado, his Muslim-Yadav combine forming the base for three successive victories in the Bihar elections.

The ascent of Lalu also coincided with the rise of private news TV. Lalu was, without a doubt, Indian politics' first TV star. The first time I interviewed Lalu for TV was in 1995 on the back of a remarkable victory in the Bihar elections. He insisted that the interview be conducted in his cowshed, the cows providing the visual backdrop to enhance Lalu's rustic image. That was perhaps the first glimpse of Lalu, the consummate communicator, on national TV. In the years that followed, Lalu on TV guaranteed eyeballs in a manner that no politician before or since has been able to match.

But like a saas-bahu serial that finally begins to lose ratings, Lalu's appeal too has begun to wear thin. The rhetoric, that was once both amusing and incisive, now seems tired and repetitive. Where did the decline begin? In his excellent book, The Making of Lalu Yadav, journalist Sankarshan Thakur writes, "Lalu Yadav lost his magic the day he said he was going to cling on to the chief ministership even if he were to be chargesheeted in the fodder scandal. That was the day Lalu Yadav, Bihar's great rosy-cheeked hope, exposed himself. He wasn't there to deliver power to the people, he was there to keep it for himself."

Unfortunately, Lalu allowed himself to become a prisoner of the caricature that he had created of himself. There was always more to Lalu than the court jester image; he was, and is, perhaps one of the most astute politicians in the country. But because political life for him was a manufactured myth, the very image that he had created eventually devoured him. The backwards and the Muslims began to desert him the moment they realised the wide gap between Lalu the folk hero and Lalu the politician.

Which is why the women's reservation bill has perhaps provided Lalu with a last stab at reviving his faltering political career. By raising the pitch over reservations for OBC and Muslim women, Lalu is making a desperate attempt to recapture his original constituency. The aim isn't to bring down the UPA government, but to create a new focal point for the Mandal forces who have been badly splintered in recent years. In the process, he has joined hands with one-time enemies - Mulayam Singh and Sharad Yadav - in the hope that a political realignment in the Hindi heartland can be achieved.

Where the Yadav troika may have got their calculations wrong though is in their belief that their Muslim-OBC support base is intact, and merely needs to be galvanised into action through emotive slogans. The last two decades have seen a dramatic shift in aspiration levels across the country, and to believe that UP and Bihar would be untouched by the winds of change is to remain frozen in time. How many Muslim women, for example, will truly believe that the Yadavs stand for political empowerment of the minorities when the fact is that none of the Mandal parties have made a serious effort to raise bread and butter issues of jobs and education for Muslims? When the Yadavs, after having enriched their families, claim to stand against elitism, how many people will trust them?

Which is why the anti-woman reservationists, despite the genuine deficiencies in the legislation, may struggle to get their campaign off the ground. The credibility crisis confronting the Yadavs may well rub off on their determined effort to become symbols of opposition to women's reservation. When Rabri Devi and Dimple Yadav are your women 'leaders', who will trust the claims being made to represent womanhood and gender justice?

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Quotes...My True Ramblings!!!

Long long long time...Hello people...indeed something fresh and just mine today...here below are quotes...sitting on my drive for good time now...some original, some inspired and some just copied...but truly truly heartfelt...obvious now that I cannot get a copyright on them; but at least take my reference when one wants to use it...lolz...Thanks!

Here are my originals to begin...

"True that there is something called FATE...jus that it comes in the most fucked up ways..." - after my 2nd project confirmation and at a time when a very dear friend on bench putting his heart and soul for a new job!

"A True friend stabs you in the front...!?" - just an abstract thought...for I believe in friendship more than anything else in this world.

"I always vow never to invest much love into anyone...but fuck up...I inevitably end up doing it" - did this a number of times, but wrote it down back during my Graduation days...no guesses yeh...lolz...?

"If you are wondering what is true and what is not...you can fuck off... because it’s none of your damn business..." - when a stranger of sorts, whom I had helped, questioned my integrity...piss off yeh...!

“Life is simple, you make choices and you don’t look back” - just the way I started looking at things after 25yrs into my life!

“Make no never mind about it, loving people is hard work... And with all those lives mixing together it gets kinda scary... But if we grab hold of each other and hold on, there is nothing more beautiful in this world.” - In a letter to a dear friend.

“There’s no such thing as a small act of kindness... Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.” - After I watched a video on life in the poorest countries in the world and how the 'haves' can serve the 'have-nots'...and believe you me, the top 10 come from Africa...Congo being the poorest of all.

“No one in this world is perfect…But I will love her more than anyone else possibly could…And in the end that is all that matters!!!” - wrote this down after a conversation with my cousin, on how I will take care of my girl...nop, not my girl friend but my foreseen daughter...creepy in a way...isn't it...?

Things remain the fucking same however hard you try changing them..it’s a fuck shit life...and one has to know how to deal with it...I think I know it much better than anyone else...hence I am where I am today...I am fucking proud of myself!!!” - after a situation when I was so effing angry with life and I had no one to share the moment except that I knew I could write!

“A Good Government is never a substitute to Self-Government!!!” - Oh yeah, very true and my all time governing principle!

“Blood is thicker than water... but it isn't as refreshing.” - Inspired from a situation involving my true love!

“To make something special you just have to believe that it is special” - by a dear friend.

"I believe in good deeds... in karma...I don't believe in going to temples but I do...! For me, religion is very personal. It's all about having faith ... We have heard and read that all religions are equal. Now I increasingly believe in this." - Actually inspired from what Preity Zinta said after being asked about religion and her belief...partially morphed from the original...but true to my belief...!

“The purpose of life is self realization... Love has peace and bliss, wish for Love rather than transient things in life”...morphed from original @ Baba Temple, Pittsburgh.

“There are no endings... only new beginnings” - A sign that read at a parking lot.

“It’s tragic when people die…But DIE we all must!!!” - can't remember, but its from a movie and the scene was the death of a loved one.

“Wear your heart on your sleeves…It’s PRICELESS!!!” - morphed from original, by Kara DioGuardi during American Idol Denver audition 2010.

" Be The Change You Want To See In This World " - by MK Gandhi

"Is Rome worth one good man's life???... We believed it once… Make us believe it again….HE was a soldier of Rome... Honor him!!!" – from the movie Gladiator.

“If time is just an appearance, not solid like we experience it, then the greatest problem in accepting past life karma is gone. There is no need for a place to store the karma if time is illusory. We do actions, and these actions have a result, fruition. For us in the illusion of time it can seem like much later, but as things are a unity, it is much simpler. An action causes an effect which may seem like it is in the future, but when looked at as a unity, it is all just happening in the radical now.” - by a dear friend...wow...and yeah, read it twice if You cannot digest it the first time...You will better understand...!!!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

The link between cricket and Mahatma Gandhi



Was Gandhi a spoilsport, not readily enamoured by the mass social appeal of sport, choosing instead to concentrate on yoga and meditation? Or did
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he astutely employ its wide reach during the churn that was the Independence struggle? On his death anniversary, we explore the little-known link between cricket and the Mahatma.

The Mahatma was a self-confessed "layman" who knew nothing "of such sports" and the "special rules governing them" . Yet, ironically, Gandhi's subversive non-violent rhetoric did permeate into the realm of cricket and the cricketer's life; emancipating some while making others see red mist. Illustrated below are some fascinating instances when Indian cricket couldn't duck Gandhi and how Gandhi sometimes, even if he tried to, couldn't duck cricket.

The prince-turned-pauper vs the pauper-turned prince

The Rajkumar College at Rajkot in 1880 was a training pitch for Indian princelings. Hailing from a humble background, KS Ranjit Singhji was sent to the college as an eight-year-old boy, by his wealthy adopted family. But much to their dismay, he turned out to be a backbencher, scoring more on the field than in the classroom. Ranji showed aptitude for both tennis and cricket but went on to take the latter more seriously. One of his fellow students was Gandhi.

When Gandhi first went to England as a student, "one of the three letters of introduction that he carried was to Ranji" . Cricket commentator Scyld Berry has remarked that the "eventual prince originated from a humbler background than the Mahatma, subsequent champion of the people" and that "both the prince and the self-made pauper were schooled in the sporting ethos of Rajkot and both probably went out to the world with ideas of British sportsmanship which they had internalized in College".

After Ranji and Gandhi passed out of the college, their paths crossed every now and then, although indirectly. Ranji was hostile to the Gandhian movement and when the political atmosphere started to heat up under Gandhi's influence he struggled to fend off the new spirit of nationalism. Thus he found himself marginalised.

In his Tao of Cricket, Ashis Nandy describes Ranji's game as an "art wholly independent of physical strength and dependent on human will and innovativeness" and he did so using his natural assets "magically born of insufficient training, physical vulnerability and what from the English point of view can only be described as effeminacy".

Although there were stark differences in their ideologies, Nandy indicates that there was a commonality between the way Gandhi and Ranji conducted themselves in their respective vocations. "Ranji's appeal and defiance of the textbooks of cricket were not different from Gandhi's appeal and Gandhian defiance of the textbooks of politics," points out Nandy. There is no surprise there, after all they went to the same school and passed out with similar orientations.

The bhadralok vs the sage of sevagram

In his lifetime, the Mahatma repeatedly hit a cul de sac when it came to charming the Bhadralok and the Marxists. While the Bhadralok didn't think highly of the support he had got from the masses, the Marxists considered him a traditionalist, vehemently dismissing his pronouncements on non-violence . Gandhi's greatest Bhadralok rival was, of course, Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose and by defeating the intent of his antagonist, it is widely believed, Gandhi helped cricket become the national game of India. "Had the British been thrown out of India in the violent, revolutionary way proposed by the Indian nationalist Subhas Bose rather than agreed to withdraw peacefully, football rather than cricket would have become the major game," writes Mihir Bose in A Maidan View: The Magic of Indian Cricket. As it happened, in the 1920s, when Gandhi moved the nerve-centre of Indian politics from Calcutta to western India and with the proximity of the Mahatma with the Parsis and the Gujarati capitalists, who were cricket-lovers , the game of football lost its No 1 status in India.

"The shift in political power also led to a shift in cultural influence. Hence, cricket became India's most avidly patronised sport," argues Bose. But there is another aspect to this. That the gradual damage may have been kick started a couple of years back and Gandhi might have only brought it to its fruition. In 1911, when Mohun Bagan defeated the East Yorkshire regiment in the famous IFA Shield victory, it was seen as a metaphor for a "victory of a particular style of play and of a way of a life too" and also "a reaffirmation of a moral universe in which the meek could inherit the earth," notes Nandy.

In the same year, the British shifted the Raj from Calcutta to Delhi which, some historians feel, was to avoid further humiliation at the hands of the "skillful footballers and bomb-wielding nationalists. The link between sporting prowess and militant anti-imperialism was thus undermined to be finally rent asunder by Gandhi and the Bombay capitalists," remarks Ramchandra Guha in An Anthropologist Among The Marxists.

But Vinay Lal, professor of history with the UCLA, adds a word of caution. "The observations about how the sport history of India would have been different had Subhas Bose prevailed over Gandhi should be viewed partly as a tongue-in-cheek remark and partly as a remark that deserves serious consideration since it implicitly delves into what we might call politics of knowledge. It's certainly true that Bengal is to soccer as Gujarat (or Maharashtra) is to cricket. But I still feel that it overplays the rivalry between Bose and Gandhi," he says.

Whether 1911 was actually the watershed year when cricket became a national game in India with the help of the Mahatma, or this is just a romantic notion enlarged by history stays a long-running and inconclusive debate that's has left connoisseurs of the game polarised about the exact year of the birth of cricket in India.

1917-1923 (Satyagraha, Swaraj and Cricket)

It was not until the summer of 1917 that the Mahatma began to find his political feet. Representing the tenants working on Indigo plantations, Gandhi unleashed his first satyagraha. After which he took up the cause of the farmers in Gujarat. Then, he successfully doused tensions between striking workers and textile mill owners. Owing to these small victories, Gandhi needed a larger stage. The movement also led to cordial exchanges between Hindus and Muslims and subsequently resulted in the Khilafat movement.

The life-altering political developments of these years, notes Guha, "were to cast a shadow over the cricket fields of Bombay." The Quadrangular of 1919 was played against a more tense background. That year PJ Hindu Gymkhana lifted the coveted trophy by defeating the Muslims. But due to the heated political atmosphere, there were subdued celebrations by the Hindus. "In the wake of the Khilafat campaign, Hindus and Muslims were like brothers: never before and - it has to be said - never since were the two communities on such terms of happy amity," claims Guha in A Corner of a Foreign Field.

In the months leading up to the 1920 Quadrangular, Gandhi raised his voice against untouchability. Mahatma's campaign gave a big boost to those fighting for just recognition of the Palwankar brothers - a family of Dalit cricketers - constituting Baloo, Vithal and Shivram. When the Hindu team was announced with MD Pai as captain, although Vithal and Shivram had been included in the playing eleven, their elder bother Baloo - considered the first great left-arm slow bowler of India - was dropped. In protest, Vithal and Shivram too stepped down citing the "Hindu selection committee's decision as partial with a bias in favour of caste".

Gandhians initiated a movement to gather funds for the Palwankar brothers but the Hindus played their first match against the Muslims without the brothers. However, in the second match against the Parsees, the committee included all brothers, naming Baloo vice-captain. The 1920 Quadrangular was their most substantial social victory. In the wake of Gandhi's movement, the cricket-loving public had generously supported the revolt of Vithal and Shivram.

In 1922, the Mahatma was arrested by the Raj on suspicion of inciting violence. He was sent to Yeravada jail near Poona where that year's Quadrangular was played. Poona and its Brahmins were not too receptive of Gandhi's untouchability campaign. SM Dalvi was named the captain of Poona Hindus, Vithal and Shivram challenged the prejudice once again to no avail. Predictably, the Hindus lost in the Quadrangular that year. And when the tournament came back to Bombay next year, the PJ Hindu Gymkhana committee decided to include the Palwankar brothers. Vithal played a captain's knock in the final to help his team clinch the Quadrangular and on his way back to the pavilion "was carried on the shoulders of the Hindus belonging to the so-called higher castes" .

1929-1946 (Civil disobedience movement vs the quadrangular = defeat of Gandhi)

After a relatively lull period, Vallabhbhai Patel, on the direction of Gandhi, launched a no-tax campaign. Amidst the rising anti-British feeling, the Quadrangular was still played in 1929. But in 1930, as Gandhi picked up a fistful of salt to "shake the foundations of British empire," the MCC tour of India and the Quadrangular was called off. In fact, till 1933 no Quadrangular was held due to the Civil Disobedience movement. In 1932, yielding to BR Ambedkar's demands and against Gandhi's wishes, the British announced a "Communal Award whereby untouchables would be chosen for the legislature from a separate electorate composed only of themselves." Gandhi decided to fast unto death in protest. With Ambedkar sticking to his stand and Gandhi's health deteriorating, Baloo, the former cricketer-turned-leader of the Dalits successfully mediated between the two leaders.

After the Quadrangular resumed in 1934 after a five-year gap, there were fervent calls from Gandhians to stop the tournament. Their argument was that if the Muslims had a separate cricket team, it justified their demand for a separate nation. While the Gandhians clamoured for inclusive nationalism, the Bombay Quadrangular turned into a Pentagular in 1937 with the inclusion of the Rest consisting of Indian Christians, Buddhists and the Jews. But the tournament's organisers couldn't escape the pressures of the world for too long. With the growing divide between the Congress and Muslim League and World War II, they had to pay attention to off-field events.

The Congress reiterated its stand on the 1940 Pentagular while the League lent its full support for the annual carnival to go on. CK Nayudu, the Hindu player, and 21 others called "for the tournament to be stopped for this year only" . In a dilemma over whether to participate in the tournament or not, three delegates from the PJ Hindu Gymkhana decided to travel to the ashram in Wardha to seek the advice of the Mahatma. It was described as Gandhi's "most direct, considerate and consequential intervention in the world of cricket" . The Mahatma released a statement: "I would discountenance such amusements at a time when the whole of the thinking world should be mourning over a war." He said that it was beyond his comprehension to have communal elevens in a cricket tournament. The Hindus withdrew from the tournament that year while the rest of the teams played. The Hindus changed their mind the following year. The Mahatma didn't. He reiterated his stand: "I retain the same opinion as before. I'm utterly opposed to communalism in everything but much more so in sport."

But the pro-Pentagular versus the anti-Pentagular tuss
le was a fight among equals; full of oscillating advantage, punch and counter-punch. And in 1941, the pro-Pentagular cohort won it hands down. Not so next year, though, when Gandhi after the breakdown of the Cripps mission passed a resolution for the British to Quit India. It was to 'spoil the fun' for the last time as Gandhi failed to play 'spoilsport' ever again and the tournament continued until before partition. As Guha puts it succinctly: "Neither cricket nor Gandhi could stop it" : the creation of Pakistan.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Stupendous Article - Hyderabad: A Tale of Multiple Cities

By Maya Mirchandani on NDTV Blogs,

The search for identity is a universal one, the need to assert one's perceived identity, equally so. So, if there's one thing the Telangana crisis has brought to the front of my mind, it is this, and the following question: Who, or what, am I?

For the record, I'm half Sindhi, half Telugu. My father's family is from the Hyderabad of the north, in Sindh, now in Pakistan. My mother's Telugu family settled in Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh in 1967, after living for nearly 3 decades in Shillong when it was still Assam. I was born in Hyderabad (at Niloufer Hospital in Lakdi ka Pul, bed fee Rs 2/-), spent every single summer between the time I was born and the age of 21 in jewel of the Deccan with my maternal grandmother and aunts (between Masab Tank, Lakdi ka Pul, and Gachi Bowli). I have lived, studied and worked in Delhi, Amritsar, Mumbai, London and New York. I'm as delighted eating "sai bhaji" and "khichdi" as I am with "pulusu annam" and "gongura", as comfortable in the bylanes of Charminar as on the streets of Manhattan.

I have it easy, some would say. My identity is a matter of convenience- my civic and ethnic identities go back and forth- depending on who I'm talking to, and where I am. But identity is also a matter of perception, not simply convenience. For all my growing up years being "half and half" was nothing but stressful. My Telugu cousins always saw me as the "North Indian". For my Sindhi family in Mumbai, I was always the "Madrasi". In Hyderabad I would try to steal a treat from the candy jars in my maternal grandmother's puja room with the scent of agarbattis and vibhuti omnipresent; in Delhi, Amritsar and Mumbai I could recite (and still can) verses from the Guru Granth Sahib my Sindhi grandmother taught me when I was just 5 years old. And however confused I was in my growing years, with the wisdom of age now I realize the harder it was to bracket myself into a parochial, religious, ethnic or linguistic identity as a child, the easier it has been for me to feel truly Indian as an adult. (Yes, however clichéd that may sound.)

Why am I wasting precious time saying all this? Because here lies the root of my total confusion over what should happen to Hyderabad, the city of my birth. Like me, Hyderabad too has multiple identities, cultural, religious, linguistic and ethnic. And for much of its 420-year-old history, it's an idea that has been coveted and fought over by each one of its communities. While its more recent, post independence history is chequered with communal riots, and pro-Telangana protests, its early history is inextricably tied to the Qutb Shahi dynasty. Until some years ago, driving to Gachi Bowli from Mehdipatnam on the old Bangalore road, you could still see their tombs rise above the landscape. They are now being restored with funds from Iran- the spiritual and cultural fount for the city's Shia Muslims, many of whom are more or less confined to the old city, divided from the new by the natural boundary of the Musi River. A friend once said to me Hyderabad's communal cartography is evident, the lines between Hindu and Muslim neighbourhoods absolute dividers, sometimes even referred to as "sarhad" or border. The same friend, a Hyderabadi Shia, a Left leaning management professor and itinerant poet, asked me last week what the creation of the state of Telangana would do to his identity.

The Hindus in Hyderabad are an equally motley lot. Conservative, Andhras who dominate the political landscape, and much of the big industry - Film, Pharmaceuticals, Real Estate, for example. And not to forget the Marwaris- who came in to trade in gems and jewels for the Nizams, and like the Sindhis have an entrepreneurial spirit that allows them to call anyplace home. Culturally completely different from each other, and I am not even going to get into the caste and class break ups within the different communities.

Add to this mix now, a third, even newer Hyderabad. HITEC city. Chandrababu Naidu's dream, of making it the Dubai of South India, this part of the city, spreading outwards even beyond Jubilee Hills (once the far end of town), has over the last decade become the city's showcase, with several visiting foreign dignitaries ensuring they make a pit stop at one of the symbols of India's emerging economy.

But this has only complicated Hyderabad's identity further. The massive influx of dollars during the IT, BPO boom has brought in a new transitory white collar population of foreigners, ex-pats, westernized outsiders with their swank cars, boutiques and fancy mansions right beside the old Irani hotels and crumbling bungalows of my grandparents era. They too are now an integral, inextricable part of Hyderabad's social fabric.

As the center's decision to create a new state of Telangana now focuses on the future of Hyderabad, since the city comes bang in the middle of its districts, the debate ranges from identity to economics. Hyderabad is Telangana's cash cow. The creation of a new state will ensure the wealth it generates is distributed among what are today Andhra Pradesh's poorest districts. But Hyderabad is also organically linked with the rest of Andhra Pradesh, as Andhras from Coastal Districts (like my mother's family) and Rayalseema made the inland capital their home generations ago. Are they now being told they don't belong?

Similarly, for the non-Telugu communities of Hyderabad- are they now being told they don't belong either? For all the communal tensions of the last 50 odd years, Hyderabad has been a flourishing example of Indo-Islamic composite culture- where its multiple communities have mingled and created their own language, food, and ethos. For all of them, indeed for all of us- Hyderabad is not just a city, it is an idea. An idea that must survive the politics of division the subcontinent never seems to tire of.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

To all those who idolize the genius named “SACHIN TENDULKAR”!!!

Hashim Amla:

"Nothing bad can happen to us if we're on a plane in India with Sachin Tendulkar on it."
Hashim Amla, the South African batsman, reassures himself as he boards a
flight

Yaseer Hameed:

"Sometimes you get so engrossed in watching batsmen like Rahul Dravid and Sachin Tendulkar that you lose focus on your job."

"To Sachin, the man we all want to be" - What Andrew Symonds wrote on an aussie t-shirt he autographed specially
for Sachin

BBC on Sachin:

Beneath the helmet, under that unruly curly hair, inside the cranium, there is something we don't know, something beyond scientific measure. Something that allows him to soar, to roam a territory of sport that, forget us, even those who are gifted enough to play alongside him cannot even fathom. When he goes out to bat, people switch on their TV sets and switch off their lives "

"But the finest compliment must be that bookmakers would not fix the odds -or a game - until Tendulkar was out."

"Tuzhe pata hai tune kiska catch chhoda hai?" Wasim Akram to Abdul Razzaq when the latter dropped Sachin's catch.

Brian Charles Lara: "Sachin is a genius. I'm a mere mortal."

Mark Taylor: "We did not lose to a team called India...we lost to a man called Sachin" -
Mark Taylor, during the test match in Chennai (1997)

M. L. Jaisimha: "The more I see of him the more confused I'm getting to which is his best
knock."

Glenn McGrath:

"The joy he brings to the millions of his countrymen, the grace with which he handles all the adulation and the expectations and his innate humility -all make for a one-in-a-billion individual,"

Anjali:

"I can be hundred per cent sure that Sachin will not play for a minute longer when he is not enjoying himself. He is still so eager to go out there and play. He will play as long as he feels he can play,"

Matt HAYDEN:

"I HAVE SEEN GOD, HE BATS AT NO.4 FOR INDIA"

"Even my father's name is Sachin Tendulkar."

-- Tendulkar's daughter, Sara, tells her class her father's name after the teacher informs them of a restaurant of the same name in Mumbai

KUMBLE:

"I am fortunate that I've to bowl at him only in the nets!"

Shahrukh (quoting Shahrukh from an interview)

"Que: Who do you think as most important celebrity ?

Shahrukh: There was a big party where stars from bollywood and cricket were invited. Suddenly, there was a big noise, all wanted to see approaching Amitabh Bachhan. Then Sachin entered the hall and Amitabh was leading the queue to get a grab of the GENIUS!!"

Navjot Singh Sidhu:

"India me aap PrimeMinister ko ek Baar Katghare me khada kar sakte hain..Par Sachin Tendulkar par Ungli nahi utha Sakte.."

Waqar Younis

"He can play that leg glance with a walking stick also."

A banner once said-' I WILL SEE GOD WHEN I DIE BUT TILL THEN I WILL SEE SACHIN ' that quiet defines Sachin-The greatest.

Allan Donald:

"Sachin Tendulkar has often reminded me of a veteran army colonel who has many medals on his chest to show how he has conquered bowlers all over the world"

And I remember reading in one of Allan Donald's interview. This interview was in Cricket Talk 7-8 yrs ago.

"I was bowling to Sachin and he hit me for two fours in a row. One from point and the other in between point and gully. That was the last two balls of the over and the over after that we (SA) took a wicket and during the group meeting i told Jonty (Rhodes) to be alert and i know a way to pin Sachin. And i delivered the first ball of my next over and it was a fuller length delevery outside offstump. And i shouted catch. To my astonishment the ball was hit to the cover boundary. Such was the brilliance of Sachin. His reflex time is the best I have ever seen. Its like 1/20th of a sec. To get his wicket better not prepare. Atleast u wont regret if he hits you for boundaries."

Peter Rebouck, Aussie journalist

"On a train from Shimla to Delhi, there was a halt in one of the stations. The train stopped by for few minutes as usual. Sachin was nearing century, batting on 98. The passengers, railway officials, everyone on the train waited for Sachin to complete the century. This Genius can stop time in India!!"

NKP Salve, former Union Minister (This was when he was accused of ball tempering)

"Sachin cannot cheat. He is to cricket what (Mahatma) Gandhiji was to politics. It's clear discrimination. "

Andy Flower:

"There are 2 kind of batsmen in the world. One Sachin Tendulkar. Two all the others."

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Alwida New Jersey...But Friends Forever!!!

Hmmm.... Finally I am writing something on my blog after such a long break. I was tied up with lots of moving, waning, work, I was lost in a whole different new world. Everything has changed in my life since Sep 1st - new office, new responsibilities, new challenges and new goals. Life was fun at AT&T (my previous work place) and I am missing all my friends from there at NJ, my colleagues, my dear friends and my family from NJ.

It was great fun to be at Middletown, NJ. I will always be thankful to NJ for all the care, love and support. There is whole lot to say about my stay and experience in NJ but am falling short with words. Hmmm...its getting pretty emotional here...a side of me I have never cared to bother...Thanks is a small word for all that stay in NJ, I am deeply attached to the place and will miss it until I get back there one day.

This one for NJ...lolz

“Because you were always there for me...encouraging me, telling me that you care. Because of the movies, masti, food and fun you brought into my life...because my family, whom I miss so much, is gutted with your strong boundaries....by knowing you I got to do right things. Because knowing you has made me a better person. Because of these reasons, and many more, I love you, and always will”

Mere Khwab Bhi "Kaminey" - I Love It!!!

I am a huge fan of Vishal Bhardwaj songs. His creations are a masterly genius. And the other reason why I like his songs are the awesome lyrics which Gulzar saheb writes for his movies. Kaminey songs captured some of these beautiful lines and lines that define the inner soul of every human being, from a saint to a sinner...everybody, I believe so. Kaminey has some amazing songs. My hot favorite is the title track Kaminey sung by Vishal himself.

Here are the lyrics & the video...

Kya kare zindagi isko hum jo mile,
Iski jaan kha gaye, raat din ke gile- 2 times
Raat din gile…
Meri aarzoo kamini,
Mere khwab bhi kaminey,
Ek dil se dosti thi, yeh huzoor bhi kaminey,
Kya kare zindagi isko hum jo mile,
Iski jaan kha gaye, raat din ke gile…

[Kabhi zindagi se maanga, pinjre mein chaand la do,
Kabhi laanten deke, kaha aasmaa pe taango] – 2 times
Jeene ke sab kareene the hamesha se kaminey,
Kaminey kaminey kaminey kaminey,
Meri daastaan kamini, mere raasten kaminey,
Ek dil se dosti thi, yeh huzoor bhi kaminey…

Jiska bhi chehra cheela, andar se aur nikla,
Masoom sa kabootar naacha to more nikla,
Kabhi hum kaminey nikle, kabhi doosre kaminey,
Kaminey kaminey kaminey kaminey,
Meri dosti kamini, mere yaar bhi kaminey,
Ek dil se dosti thi, yeh huzoor bhi kaminey…

Njoy PEACE!!!