The Last Hurrah

India did come to a standstill on the 15^th and 16^th of November. No no, it was not a politically motivated bandh and neither it was in protest of Ram – Leela which apparently has hurt religious sentiments of some wannabe dudes who want their 15 minutes of fame. It is amazing that people who would not even visit temples in their lifetime would end up having religious sentiments so strong, that they would be hurt by any random film, and they would go on filing court cases just to show their wives that they indeed are handsome not just in bed but also on TV! But lets keep that for another day. This one is for Bharat Ratna Sachin Tendulkar, whom we bid a tearful farewell yesterday.

It is no child’s play to carry the hopes of 1 billion people for over two decades. He did that. Not even in the wildest dreams would one think of scoring 100 hundreds. He did that. Not everyone would succeed in uniting the nation who would constantly bicker over the pettiest of issues. He did that too. And when the time came for the final farewell, the entire nation was in tears with him as he walked of the pitch. That’s Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar and his impact for you. Forget the nation demanding an answer; the nation just demands Sachin to keep playing till eternity.

The deathly silence that engulfed the stadium when he was dismissed, 26 short of what would have been a fairytale end was terrible. It broke a billion hearts. Even us, who in the middle of a lecture were busy pretending to practice the latest adobe software while simultaneously keeping a tab on the score on the internet. We let out a collective F*@! When we realized that it was all over and that he will not get another opportunity to bat, considering the pathetic quality of the West Indian batting.

And true to my word, the Caribbean side batted worse than a club level side. Mobile scores revealed that they were 9 down and our lectures had just concluded. We sprinted two floors down to the canteen where 200 of us Sachin Crazy fans had already gathered in front of the TV to watch the final few moments of the legend. And as Mohammad Shami uprooted the middle stump of Shanon Gabriel, the crowd let out a roar to celebrate an India win, but soon the atmosphere turned glum as we began to realize that we won’t be able to see the man we all grew up watching again on the field.

And as for the final time he began to walk back, our canteen turned into a mini Wankhede, with chants of ‘Sachinnnnn…Sachin’ echoing on all 10 floors of the building. People were in tears and so was the man himself, sinking in the end. For a man who carried the nation’s hopes on his shoulders for 24 years, it was fitting to have a last lap around the stadium on the shoulders of people who are expected to carry forward during his legacy. His speech moved us all and no one sat on their chairs for those 40 minutes. It was indeed touching to head to the pitch, which gave him everything that he has, one final time and pay his respects to it. And it was all over!

We danced with you during Sharjah 1998,

We sympathized with you during Chennai 1999,

We stood by you during the Match Fixing scandal,

We encouraged you after the World Cup disaster of 2007,

We fulfilled a dream along with you in 2011,

And we cried with you during your final match.

Thank you Sachin for 24 years of ‘Sach’ entertainment and countless moments of joy! You carried the nation with you and a small part of every cricketer and cricket fan breathed its last with your retirement. Cricket will never be the same without you!

And finally in the words of the late Tony Grieg, “Whadda player!”

Adios Master!

When Logic died an Illogical death!

If an award could ever be given to the worst contrast in a day, I would be its winner hands down! I have had the worst possible contrast that one could ever manage. One fine Saturday evening, I saw one brilliantly crafted film ‘Gravity’ and wondered “When would Bollywood make something like that?” so in order to come back to square one, I ended up watching one of the most hilariously pathetic film ever made. It was called Deshdrohi!

There are good films and there are bad films. Deshdrohi falls into neither category simply because it is not worthy of being called a film. It stars Kamaal. R. Khan, who would well go down as the poor man’s Jerry Mouse and Gracy Singh who resembled a wrestler straight out of a fight along with other random actors.

The film starts off with KRK running in a way that would give Usain Bolt a whole lot of Superiority Complex. The song playing in the background goes by the lines “Mere Halaat ye kya hue hai khuda.”
(Look at my circumstances, o Lord!) This was exactly the song I ended up singing at the end of the movie, considering the feat I just pulled off. He jumps into a random train which takes him straight to Mumbai. Talk about accuracy here! In Mumbai, he meets Gracy Singh and some random turn of events let him ending up murdering over 10 people, who are supposedly villains. It is how you take it, but few moments in the film would let you end up laughing your guts out or you would feel like murdering KRK himself towards the end;

·         Gracy Singh rides a dirt bike in the film. Her helmet is so heavy that it knocks down the villain only by minor contact!

·         The most famous attribute of KRK in the film is his burping. His sounds while he falls of a cycle, thrown off a bus or even when he is shot is similar to a burp or a constipated person.

·         When KRK is shot thrice, Gracy Singh doesn’t come out of the car until the third shot and the moment she does, the driver of the car runs away with the vehicle!

·         After he is shot, Gracy Singh doesn’t have any mode of transport to ferry KRK to the hospital, so she chooses to do that in a hand cart. Considering the contrasts in their weight, she did that single handedly. KRK on the cart did not look like a person who was shot thrice, but was writhing like a woman gone into labour!

·         When Gracy Singh’s brother is shot dead, both she and KRK leave his blood soaked body in the middle of the street and head to Dubai to dance on a romantic song! Talk about disrespect!

·         And last but not the least; KRK’s revolver has infinite number of bullets. He keeps shooting people at will, without even reloading it. Guess he never played Virtua Cop when he was a kid.

KRK deserves full credit for the film. He has produced the film, acted in it, wrote the story, screenplay (They did not exist) and dialogues (Pathetic) of the film and even watched the movie on his own. He (does not) act like a dream, dances with a creepy smile like a man suffering from a fit, and cries worse than a daily soap heroine!

You still ask me for a rating? On the contrary, I should be rated five on five stars for sitting through the entire film and watching a massacre of film making and logic! 

“Mere halaat yeh kya hue hai khuda!”

The adventure of a train journey

It may well go down as the life line of our city of Mumbai, but travel by train could well be an adventure to remember or even a nightmare, depending on the way you look at it. ‘Problems to hai sabke saath, bas nazariye ki hai baat.’ (Everyone has problems, its just the way you look at it.)

Observing people while on a long journey from Vasai to Bandra and back has exposed me to all sort of creatures, some good, some not so good and some not falling into either category because they simply go down as irritating!

Attempting to get on a train from Vasai after 6:30 AM is a futile task. You get on to a train after that, good for you; you manage to get in, you are lucky and if you get to sit, check your calendar, it may be a Sunday.  

So not wasting time in making futile attempts to board a train from Vasai, I head to Virar from Vasai and then head to Bandra. The good part of a long journey is that you get to know all sorts of samples from across the place, but the bad part is when you are bugged out of your wits, a one hour journey could seem like a light year.

An additional perk of a train travel is that it teaches you to be more patient. There would be instances where you would wish to beat the pulp out of a person, but the crowd would not allow you to move your hand, let alone beating someone up! The closest you can get to is hurling the choicest of abuses at that person and have a debate louder that the one conducted by Arnab Goswami!

Few common observations that I have encountered in my travels for so many years;

·         There are groups which get formed in the train and the group leader is always referred to as ‘Bhaiji.’

·         There is always a ‘Sharmaji’ or a ‘Vermaji’ in every train that you go. No wonder India is a country full of 1.2 Billion plus people.

·         There would always be an individual who in his moment of extra zest, would look to board or jump out of a running train, no matter how empty the train is.

·         There would often be an occasion where the announcer in the train would announce the name of a station in the opposite direction making you wonder whether you actually have boarded the right train.

·         People of Dahisar station are only meant to bid goodbye to the train during the morning peak hours as they just do not get to board it.

·         Dadar station seems like a Kumbh mela, whichever time of the day it will be. The best place to set the Indian version of ‘Lost.’

·         Every person wearing a white shirt is not a TC! The guilt of people travelling WT immediately surfaces once they spot a person wearing a white shirt.

Whatever be the case, trains certainly have been my source of entertainment for the past many years, and have become a part of my daily life! Pudhill station...Vasai Road, Agla station…Vasai Road, Next Station…Vasai Road. So long!

The Blame Game

It is not what the ‘pundits’ thought it would be. A fairly inexperienced Australian side did give Team India a run for their money in the recently concluded ODI series, but the hosts eventually held their nerve to win the final ODI and the series 3 – 2.

Barring the two games that were washed out, every game was a run fest. India at two instances chased down scores in excess of 350 and Australia almost chased down 380 in the final game. Many blame it on the flat sub – continental pitches which are a graveyard for the bowlers, but to a certain extent, the bowlers are equally responsible for them being carted around the park. The bowling in all the five games was nothing less than pathetic.

Lets take the Indian bowlers first. Barring Mohammad Shami and R Ashwin (in the last two ODIs), the rest of the attack of completely off colour. And competing with each other as to who is the worst bowler of the team were Ishant Sharma and Vinay Kumar. While Ishant became the villain in the eyes of the nation with a ‘lolypop’ 48^th over to James Faulkner in Mohali, Vinay Kumar jumped into the game by conceding over 100 runs in only 9 overs that he bowled at Bangalore. It was really over optimistic of them both to bowl at speeds of less than 130kmph, bowl length balls in the slog overs and expect them to be respected by the batsman. As Harsha Bhogle rightly mentioned, “The Yorkers have gone out of fashion.” With lack of such basic knowledge, you cannot blame the pitches for them conceding that amount of runs. The Australian bowling attack looked resigned to fate once the Indian openers got going. Barring a Mitchell Johnson, no bowler looked half as threatening as him.

Every story has its flip side; the new rules of the ICC (which makes it mandatory to have five fielders inside the inner circle at all times) have indeed made it difficult for the bowlers to contain the runs, but if the ball keeps sailing over the ropes at the rate of knots, it is irrelevant whether they are in the circle or on the boundary. This has given the bowlers a chance to develop themselves into better bowlers and develop new skills to contain the batsmen. Unfortunately, they have spent their time cribbing over the rules rather than working on their own game.

India will take heart from the fact that Rohit ‘talented’ Sharma is finally justifying his ‘talent’ which we were hearing of since the past six years. His talent is finally translating into runs. Whether he gets a chance to make his test debut against the West Indies remains to be seen.

MS Dhoni sounded worried about the future of the ODI game in context of the new rules. It would be better if he looks for better bowlers for his team while we all shift focus to the final series of the ‘GOD’ of cricket – Sachin Tendulkar!