Saturday, February 28, 2015

Australia's gritty fight versus New Zealand in the world cup

Australia's fighting loss to New Zealand reminded me Winston Churchill's famous quote " NEVER NEVER EVER GIVE UP". From 9/106 they crawled to 151 and almost defended it, losing by just 1 wicket. Any team whose opponent were 40 for no loss in 2 overs chasing 151, would just leave it and let it go. But not this Australian side. hats off to them.

During the World War II, London was facing incessant bombing and V2 rocket raids from Nazi Germany. One day a bomb fell very close to Churchill's 10 Downing St residence, destroying a portion of it and nearly killing him. Words of this attack spread like wild fire. Without heeding to his trusted advisers to leave the building, Churchill went to the basement. Sitting there he made the famous address to the nation on Radio "We will fight in the air, we will fight on the land and we will fight on the sea, but we will NEVER NEVER EVER GIVE UP".

It depicted the legendary gritty character of the English. But this attitude was not seen by the English team when they gave up defending their paltry score of 123 against the Kiwis. But their descendants, the so called English convicts who landed up in the Kangaroo land thousands of miles Down Under certainly retain this character. New Zealand won the match, but the Australians my respect.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Indian Began well in the World Cup 2015, still unpredictable

India began its World Cup campaign with couple of impressive back to back victories, first against their arch rivals Pakistan, followed by South Africa, one of the tournament favorites to win the Cup. based on this some in media, social or otherwise, are visualizing Dhoni lifting the World Cup second time in a row, glistening under the lights of MCG. It's still premature and preposterous. Being an ardent Indian fan, I want the Cup back on our soil. But it's way too early to pop up the Champaign, or munch on the Chili Chickens before they are hatched. DILLI DOOR AST, "Delhi is long way off ".As goes the frequent monologue delivered by the lawyers arguing in a court scene in a typical Bollywood movie "YEH POINT NOTE KIYA JAAYE, your honor", these points need to be noted.
 
1. Our champion batsmen Rohit Sharma, Virat Kohli and Shikar Dhawan don't score century in every match. Lack of consistency in batting is not yet a thing of the past, even after couple of 300 plus scores.
 
2. Our bowling attack is at best mediocre, in spite of our recent victories. Consistency or rather lack of it, is still a factor. Not all of our bowling woes have been ironed out.
 
3. Many have written off the English team. Don't forget that, not so long back, in our last couple of encounters they have defeated us. It's not on the English soil, but in the land Down Under. That doesn't mean that they will defeat us again, yet it just takes a few bad overs to get eliminated.
 
4. One sparrow does not make a summer. Peaking too early and mounting expectations are bad for the sporting health of a nation. Jeez, it's those couple of bad overs can always gotcha. Well begun may be half done, but can be fully undone. Ask the teams from West Indies (1983), India & Pakistan(1987), New Zealand (1992), South Africa(1999) and many more.
 
The finals on 29th May is solid 5 weeks away. Many ships would have ventured in and out of the Sydney harbor by that time. Anything can happen between now and then. I am optimistic, but very very cautiously optimistic.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Money the great

Money certainly can be a great leveler, the proof I have seen in my own eyes. Like every tax season, last year I was doing my Volunteer Tax Preparation for low income people a couple who as usual where seating across me, while I prepared their taxes. As I was busy going through their documents, entering them on the IRS website, the couple were busy bickering among themselves.
Their verbal cat fight ( a ritual amongst all married couples) was reaching zenith. Tax Preparation needs utmost focus and the couple's rambling was an irritating drag on my work. My cup of patience was full. I was about to mildly reprimand them when all of a sudden their Refund Amount popped up on the screen. They were getting around $3600 back which was a hefty amount in proportion to their income.(The so called low income folks here come to file taxes driving cars, smoke Camel, stand in line until the door opens and wait patiently when their turn comes).
 
I interrupted their bickering, announcing the Refund amount which is going to land up in their Bank Account in 2-3 weeks once I e-file their Returns.Their face suddenly glowed, words turned sweeter. The husband now started calling the wife Sweetie. The wife reciprocated with calling her hubby Honey. They high-fived and praised Good Lord for being generous to them that morning. (Little they understood that it's their own money they are getting back from IRS who holds on to more than a year with 0% APR). The animosity that existed between the squabbling couple only moments ago, was now gone. With a smiling face they warmly shook my hands and bid adieu. No question, Money certainly can be a great leveler. Their reaction made me remember the good ole rhyme
 
"Money money money.
Brighter than sunshine,
Sweeter than Honey".

Friday, February 13, 2015

The Madison, Alabama incident - A case of cultural hiatus

The brutal treatment of an elderly Indian in Madison, Alabama, not very far from where I live, is getting a lot of media attention. This is reported as a hate crime. Ironically such an incident in America, a country built from scratch by immigrants is not the first and certainly not the last. Here is my take on this, after scouring through the available media reports.

In general, the general knowledge of the common American is weak. For most, the rest of the world does not exist, and if so rarely extends beyond their neighboring state (many think United Nation in another country). When the baseball team Atlanta Braves plays with Baltimore Orioles they call it "World Series", for a game hardly played outside their country. And for a good number of people an Indian stands for "Native Indians" rather than an individual from a country bearing the same name from other side of the globe. It would have been the same for China, sans the ubiquitous "Made in China" products.

Now back to the original incident. The unfortunate victim here had just landed from India and hardly spoke any English. He reportedly stopped to take a peek into someone's driveway. Nothing wrong with being curious, and that is perfectly fine in our culture. Americans put strange things inside their garage which can draw attention, especially some one who is fresh from India. But in this country where individualism, privacy rules the roost, such a mannerisms is frowned upon. His curiosity apparently raised the curiosity of someone in the neighborhood, unnerving that person.

In the bigger cities like in Atlanta which is more cosmopolitan, the locals are familiar and comfortable with outsiders. But in smaller cities, especially in the deep south like Rural Alabama in this case, people often get freaked out by the sight of any unfamiliar person taking a walk inside their neighborhood. Many in rural America have seen Whites and Blacks, rarely brown skins. So someone found such a man loitering around suspicious and called the police.

Now it turns into a classic case of cultural hiatus. On top of that the language barrier of English did not help either. Unable to produce an id added to the woes of this poor guy (an adult in America is expected to have his or her id handy, in most cases it's the Driver's license). As reported in the media, he put his hands inside pocket while being interrogated by the cop. I am sure it was an inadvertent reflex action by the gentleman, who now felt skittish being queried by the police. But in a country known for its famous gun culture, putting hands in pocket or dashboard of a car while talking to a cop usually puts the later on defensive. The cop would have thought that he was reaching for gun, never aware of the fact that our Patel Bhai may not have seen a gun in his life, forget about carrying a gun.

From this point onwards, as per the famous Murphy's law, once things start going bad, it gets worse. What happened after that was perhaps a bad concoction of ignorance, poor communication,  racial profiling, whatever. I am not going to judge anything beyond that. Let the the jury and the law of the land (including FBI who is reportedly doing its own probe) decide.

Having said that, a few points need to be noted. The policeman turned himself in and apologized to the Patel family, hasn't pushed GALU (as GALU PELA in Odia, which means stubbornly defending oneself without having an iota of remorse). He has been fired from his job and taken into custody.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Ravi Shastri - favourite whipping boy

A funny incident involving Ravi Shastri prompted me to write this sequel to my previous post about him, Can't recollect any other cricketer of our time who was so much maligned and made scapegoat for India's defeats. A few years earlier in October 1989 in a match at Sharjah (ascribed as Harjah due to India's frequent defeat to its arch rival at that venue) Wasim Akram smashed quite a few sixes off Ravi Shastri, ensuing Indian defeat. On the same day I happened to be in the temple township of Puri, Odisha.

As the dusk approached I saw a crowd gathering near the BADADANDA (Broadway), the famous street leading to the Jagannath Temple . A massive Bull who was dozing off a few feet away felt disturbed by the commotion, stood up and shook off briefly. Both of us raised our curious head simultaneously to take a peek at the melee. Shastri's effigy, hastily made from straw and ironically garlanded with shoes (a popular mode of mass humiliation of celebrities), was being carried on the back of a donkey. Soon it was doused in kerosene and lit with fire.
 
I asked one PANDA (as priests of the Jagannath temple are known as), who was standing close by, what's the hullabaloo about. While wrapping his red GAMUCHA (loincloth) around his waist to keep his DHOTI to keep it secured, he kept on showering Ravi Shastri's entire family (not sure what they had to with his slow batting) with choicest of Odia expletives. he continued adding fuel to the fire. Feigning ignorance I asked BHAINA (brother), who is this Shastri. ARE SEI RABBI (Ravi spoken in thick Odia accent) ***** (string of profanity) MAAR TAKU (thrash him). The funniest part was this guy had no idea who the heck Ravi Shastri was. He just got tagged into the procession by his fellow PANDAs and was simply emulating what they were doing. I am sure he wasn't the only one of his kind in that melee, enjoying the burning of an effigy of a person they hardly knew. At the same time thousands miles away in Dubai, Ravi Shastri would be busy shopping, neither aware of, nor caring about this incident at Puri.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Ravi Shastri - A case in contrast and his role in World Cups

The curious case of Ravi Shastri, a man who played in three World Cups, 1983, 1987 and 1992, never fails to fascinate me. As a cricketer he was a classic case in contrast. A committed professional to core, who played a key role in many Indian victories. He earned the title "Champion of the Champions", yet at occasions received severe brickbats from both Press and Public. As a lanky 19 year old he arrived on scene as a specialist left arm spinner, a replacement to the injured Dillp Doshi during New Zealand tour of 1980. He never looked back since. Slowly he climbed the ladder to earn himself the position of opening batsman, still retaining his spot as a bowler.
His performance in his World Cup debut in 1983 did not start badly. In the initial group game he handsomely contributed to the first victory by India who handed out West Indies their first defeat in World Cup history by polishing off the Windies tail. His performance in the next few matches was at best forgettable, perhaps resulting in him getting replaced by Kirti Azad. One can never ignore the fact that he was still part of the pack famously known as "Kapil's Devils".
 
When it was time for the World Cup 1987 to be held on Indian subcontinent, Ravi Shastri had matured into a prominent, indispensable member of the Indian squad. Though Kapil Dev was the more popular and better known all rounder, Shastri carved his niche as a batsman who could rotate strikes and strike as an economy bowler. Yet on the Diwali day when the nation expected an Indian victory over Australia as the perfect Diwali gift, the hosts lost by the smallest of margins, just one run. Shastri who scored 8 out of 7 balls at the fag end of the chase was blamed by many of this narrowest of narrow defeat.
 
He was also in our 1992 World Cup team, the last time the Cup was held in the land Down Under. India lost a crucial match to Australia, yet again by a solitary run. A spirited chase by Azharuddin and Manjrekar was undone by the ridiculous rule due to rain interruption. Shastri played a dreadful slow innings in that match, scoring 25 out of 67 balls. The Indian fans back home blamed the defeat squarely on him. In many places including his hometown Bombay, they vented their anger by burning his effigy after being garlanded it with CHAPPALs (sleepers). The mood of our fans can swing faster than pendulum. One day they put you on the pedestal, showering with roses. The next day they can shower you with shoes. No one perhaps has gone through this charade more than Ravi Shastri. When he returned as "The Champion of Champions" from Australia in 1985 he was so overloaded with garlands that his face was barely visible. Ironically, the wheel of fortune had turned full circle for him a few years down the road.
 
Now Shastri is very much part of the current Indian cricket team touring Down Under, this time as Director of the squad. His trips earlier had resulted in both bouquets (1985) and brickbats (1992). Only time will tell what direction the needle of compass would point to with his director's role. Chances are, history could repeat itself again, one way or other.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

AAP wins towards Congress MUKT Bharat

AAP's win in Delhi reminds me of Neil Armstrong who said son after stepping on moon surface " A small step for a man, a giant step for mankind". It's possibly the first step towards Congress MUKT (free) Bharat. We need a credible party in the role of government and opposition. AAP has a scope to provide that on long run. Otherwise the current ruling party BJP is perfectly capable of taking everyone for a ride, turning out to be another Congress.
I am glad the biggest loser in the election is not BJP, it's Congress. The Indian version of GOP has arguably ruined this nation. Those who support Congress have been benefited from keeping India poor and selling poverty. Without a formidable opposition the same party slept, became inept and soon connived with corruption which got institutionalized. (When it was at it's infancy rather than taking the Bull by its horn, Indira Gandhi famously dismissed corruption as a global phenomena).
 
I admire AAP and BJP as the only parties (apart from Communists) who have not yet succumbed to the family rule. Having said that, both are the crossroads of history to provide the right direction to the nation. Kejriwal needs to deliver beyond free water, electricity and Wifi to all. His party need to walk the talk by providing good administration to the citizens of Delhi. A decent show by him in the capital will expand AAP beyond its city limits to the heartlands. They must not squander this golden opportunity bestowed upon the voters. With bigger mandate comes higher expectation. When the expectation rises exponentially, the fall of a person and a party can be pretty steep and ugly.
 
If I were a top leader in BJP, I would not lose my sleep.  Yet I would take stock of the loss and make amends for what went wrong. One must remember that a week is a long time in politics, 6 month is eons. History tells us what goes around, comes around. Both BJP and AAP should remember. I hope this election turns out to be the harbinger of beginning of the end of Congress, a Congress MUKT BHARAT.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Nothing is free AAP - Delhi Elections 2015

As curtains close on the campaign in Delhi, BJP seemed to follow the famous Lucknow TAHZEEB (the courtesy reputedly shown by the people from Lucknow, the capital of UP). JAISE LUCKNOW KI DO NAWABON KI GADI PEHLE AAP, PEHLE AAP KARTE HAI. As the vehicles of two royalties from Lucknow make way for the other saying PEHE AAP (first you), similarly if the opinion polls are to be believed BJP who was ahead in the beginning, seems to have halted with PAHLE AAP for AAP. It has been literally free for all in this election season in Delhi, with AAP promising free water and electricity. Ironically a party with a difference is now promising the moon to get into power. They should understand that there is nothing called free lunch, some one always pays for it. AAP KE LIYE JO MUFT HAI, WOH SACHMUCH MUFT NAHI, meaning what's free for you (AAP in Hindi), is not really free at all.
 
Doling out freebies might be a good vote catcher but bad economics. Now it's high time to go beyond seeing government as MAI-BAAP KA SARKAR, meaning some one who can take care of you from cradle to grave, like nurturing parents. Not so long ago I made a trip to my ancestral village. Met a few elderly folks after a long hiatus. When I queried them about their kids, some answered "PUA AMARA BA/MA PADHILA, KINTU SARKAR CHAKIRI DELENI. PEON CHAKIRI HELE DEITHANTA". It means "our son got BA / MA degree but the government did not give him any job, wish at least it gave him a peon's position."
 
The role of the government is to facilitate in providing the right environment for job creation, not to hand out jobs like LADDOOs to kids on the morning of Republic day. The bulk of the job needs to come from the private sector. Too many government jobs beyond the bare minimum would not only create unnecessary bureaucracy and breed corruption, it will throttle growth and efficiency. Tell me a nation which is successful due to its Public sector and the freebies doled to citizens.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Memoreis from 1987 cricket World Cup

A few memories from the memorable cricket World Cup of 1987. It was the first World Cup hosted by India and the first ever to be held outside the country which gave birth to the game. Going into the tournament India arguably had one of the best cricket team in years. The team was filled with batsmen of repute, though our bowling wasn't at the same level. Still with Kapil Dev, Ravi Sastri and Manindar Singh in tow it wasn't toothless by any means.
In the early part of the tournament it was heart breaking for the Indian fans when on the Diwali day at Feroz Shah Kotla, we lost to Australia by a solitary run. This series marked the arrival of Navjyot Singh Sidhu, who carved his niche by stepping out to effortlessly put the ball beyond the ropes, least expected from a rookie in the star studded team. India managed to easily overpower its other group mates New Zealand and Zimbabwe, the match against the former would be remembered for Chetan Sharma's epic hat trick.
 
The minnows Zimbabwe impressed everyone by their athletic fielding,  looking more like gymnasts than fielders on our brown outfields. They almost snatched an upset victory against the Kiwis due to the efforts of their hard hitting, wicket keeper Dave Houghton. His century would not have gone in vain but for the running catch by Martin Crowe, which was later adjudged as the best catch of the tournament.
 
The other group involved the joint host Pakistan. In one of the initial games Alan Lamb hit the West Indian Courtney Walsh known for his accurate, economic bowling in the final over to snatch the match from them, who for the first time looked vulnerable. Though Vivian Richards scored a record 189 in their win against Sri Lanka, they met their Waterloo in their all important game against Pakistan. It was now the turn of Abdul Qadir, hitherto unknown as a hard hitter to hit Walsh and the West Windies out of the Cup. The mighty Windies were no more invincible. For the first time in history they failed to make it to the semis.
 
The semifinal line up of Pakistan vs Australia and India vs England raised the specter of a sporting war between the rival nations in the finals at Eden Garden. But the glorious game of uncertainty had something else in store. In the first semifinal at Lahore, amidst the giggling of girls in the stand exclusively for women, Imran Khan charged in to bowl. I remember the ladies singing in chorus " LE JAYENGE LE JAYENGE, HUM YEH WORLD CUP LE JAYENGE". By late afternoon they fell quite as Craig McDormott polished off the Pakistani tail. At the same time Graham Gooch was plotting against team India, practicing against couple of local left hand spinners. Next day he replicated the same against Manindar and Sastri, sweeping them and India off the Cup, shattering the dream of millions of fans.
 
Australia, not a fancied side at the beginning of the tournament won the cup for the first time defeating England in the final, despite a spirited fight back led by Mike Gatting. Border, their captain had his moment as the setting Sun at Eden Garden glistened his golden beard, glittering the Cup as he proudly raised it smiling.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Pretty Iranian girls on soccer stands

The other day I saw the pictures of Iranian fans on the stands when their nation was playing in a soccer game at the recently concluded Asian Cup in Australia. A group of female Iranian spectators were rooting for their country. It did not go unnoticed to me how damn pretty the Iranian girls were. As they were NRIs (Non Residence Iranians) they did not have to cover their heads. Going with the typical male psych when we look at a group of NRI(Non resident Indian) girls we tend to look for a face which is pretty.

Just opposite happened when I was looking into these dozens of Iranian girls. Scouring for a face which is NOT pretty, my hope was belied as I didn't encounter any. Damn, every girl was so beautiful. Sorry, Indian ladies. Our NRI (Non Resident Iranian) counterparts beat you by miles. It's not the proverbial Odia saying "GAAN KANIA SINGHANI NAAKI" or "Country girl, phlegm filled nose". Neither it's the Hindi version of GHAR KI  MURGI DAL BARABAR "chicken cooked at own home tastes like lentil". Both meaning, grass looks greener on the other side of the fence. It had to be seen to be vindicated.

A few who had their heads covered were intermittently taking their veil off to cheer and whistle, mostly directed towards their handsome, strapping 6 feeter goalkeeper who was conspicuously their blue eyed boy. Reminded me of this stanza from Kishore Kumar's song,

WOH ACHANAK A GAYEE
YOON NAZAR KE SAMNE
JAISE NIKAL AYEE
GHATA SE CHAAND...transliterated from Hindi (Urdu mixed)

"She suddenly arrives
 In front of my eyes;
 Bolstering my mood
 as moon ventures out of cloud".