Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Good Bye VVS – A Tribute !


On the Saturday afternoon of 18th August 2012, I was just dawdling mytime on the Internet, as it had become my habit for quite sometime.After  getting a bit bored from Facebook, I presumed that checking outmy Yahoo mail could provide me with some relief from the boredom.As soon as I opened the Homepage, there was a Breaking News -A Headline flashing before my eyes that said – ” VVS Laxman mayannounce his Retirement after the First Test against New Zealand inHyderabad”.  
I was shocked to be honest. Neither me and nor the thousands of
Cricket Fans Worldwide expected this to come so early. Yes, I knew that
he was 37, and nearing the end of his Illustrious career spanning over
16 years in total, but such a sudden decision was completely unhoped-
for.This abrupt decision taken by one of the finest, the most stylish
and wristiest batsmen to have ever played the game – a thorough
Gentleman both on and off the field reminded me of another Champion
Cricketer Anil Kumble, one day who also stunned the World by the
retirement that was also unforeseen by the Majority.
Coming back to VVS’s decision, I made sure that I am not going to
miss the Sendoff by the players when he walks out to bat in the second
innings at Hyderabad, even if it means that I will have to miss one day
of my College.. I wanted to see it live. But little did I knew that the same
evening, the Domain will witness his Final Goodbye to international
Cricket with “Immediate Effect”. At first, I felt cheated and angry that
such a Legend is not even giving his Homecrowd a chance to bid him
adieu, one last time !
  When asked the reason by the media for such a hurried decision, VVS
explained that he listened to his inner voice that did not let him 
continue, and called it quits. I know we were all extremely surprised &
disappointed by his conclusion, but the most shocking part was his wife
Sailaja’s reaction at the ceremony where she couldn’t control her
emotions- tears rolling down her cheeks, who expected her husband to
contribute to the team against the touring English who play four test
matches, and against Australia in February 2013. For me, I personally
felt that VVS left hurt. Having already left the ODI arena a long time 
back, back in the South African summer of December 2006, perhaps
VVS, or ‘ Very Very Special ‘ as he’s called by his fans was done playing
not more than 6-7 test matches every year. 
  I do not mean to say that VVS was tired of representing his country.. It’s
just that he felt his time to step down had come and a large number of
talented youngsters waiting in the sidelines must be given a fair
opportunity to showcase their skills. Anyhow, there have always been
unavailing comparisons by the media between the legends like Dravid,
Tendulkar, Ganguly, Kumble and Laxman & who could act as a potential
replacements for these Giants of the game among the Youngistaan or
the young brigade of India, comprising the likes of Virat Kohli, Suresh
Raina, Ajinkya Rahane, Cheteshwar Pujara or Subramaniam Badrinath.
But amidst all these junked debates going on, people forget that all these
so called young guns have miles to go before they could even be counted
among the before listed distinguished Class of Gentlemen, or without
the proper Spirit, guidance and, most importantly, adaptability they
could turn out to be a promising but hapless case just like Vinod Kambli,
who was ‘better’ than Sachin, according to their common friends. And
even if these Supremos do match these Giants, there’s something
called ‘modesty’,'humility’ & mode of conduct – both on & off the field
that is extremely challenging for the upcoming talents to practice.
The Newspaper of 19th August was even more unsatisfying with only a
couple of articles covering The Wristy Hyderabadi maestro’s career end.
No, I am not saying that an entire daily newsprint should have been
dedicated to him as a tribute, but for a guy who has played over a 130
Test matches, won the Padma Shri, Arjuna Award, 2002 Wisden
Cricketer of the year, 10 Man Of the Match Awards, scored over 8700 Test
Match runs & who shares the rare joy of his match winning innings of
281 against the most dominant team of our era – The Aussies after India
was following on on a dusty Kolkata Pitch earning the uncommon
decree of being recognised as the 6th Greatest Test Match Innings of
all time ( The only Indian innings in the top 10 list ), undoubtedly,
Laxman deserved more. Even if Sachin Tendulkar is caught sneezing
inside his home, it gets much more media coverage and Publicity.
Woefully, even after serving the national team for more than 16 years,
Laxman hardly enjoyed the popularity, media coverage and ardent fan
base like Sourav Ganguly or Sachin Tendulkar. Even Yesterday’s Star
Virat Kohli has a much larger fan following as compared to “The God of
2nd Innings” who interestingly had a second innings average higher
than his first. One of the greatest match winning players, VVS was far
underrated by his fans. Even to this day, even though Dravid is another
one sharing his ‘underrated’ tag, yet people used to look upto Rahul at
the times of adversity, keenly hoping that he will rise up to the occassion
and deliver. But unfortunately even so, Laxman hardly enjoyed the
sumptuosity of expectations, which perhaps shriveled him of much
pressure.
I have always believed that the true greatness of a sportsman could be
concluded only in the manner he/she reacts to the unfavourable
conditions, challenging opponents and response to critical adversity.
Laxman matches up all these conditions comfortably with the
Australians, the best team in the business getting the best out of him- a
total of more than 2000 runs amassed against one of the best bowling
attacks of the last decade, taming the likes of McGrath, Lee, Clark,
Warne, Gillespie and Kasprowicz, at an outstanding average nearing 50,
better than his career average of 46.
For me, VVS has always seemed like a very shy, introvert and a no-
nonsense cricketer in the true sense. While others are busy signing
big advertisement deals, I don’t remember seeing him in any, perhaps
I could be missing a couple or so. That has been what VVS has always
been like, never staying in the spotlight and silently going about his job,
trying to put the team above anything else, placing his personal
statistics on the sideline. Always cool as a Cucumber, when I think of
Laxman losing his cool, the instance that abruptly erupts in my
mind was the 2010 Mohali Test, once again against the Aussies, where
he went a bit crazy on Pragyan Ojha seeing his running between the
wickets, when Laxman was making India inch towards a thrilling
Victory, scoring an innings of 73*, battling terrible backpain and
cramps- another instance depicting a masterpiece of a Very Very
Special Warrior.
Another of his finest knocks was the 148 against The Kangaroos in the
2003-04 at Adelaide – a series in which the hosts agreed
that they did not know where to bowl to him! Another of the gems- a 91
against the Kiwis in 2010 proved that VVS is no weaker player against
other teams- again being the unsung hero when India was reduced to
15/5. We only consider Laxman’s batting but seldom do we notice that
he has been one of the finest slip catchers – grabbing the ball in his hands
on a total of 135 test match occassions.
At his sublime best, in the words of cricket writer Sambit Bal, Laxman
is a sight for The Gods. Wristy and sinuous are the best words to describe
his batting style, like his Idol Azharuddin, and possesses a rare gift of
being able to play the same ball on both sides of the wicket. Laxman has
never been an outstanding runner between the wickets, but that’s
matched by his ability to be The Saviour of Team India. With numerous
frustrating twenties and thirties in the ODI’s, Laxman failed to properly
cement his placed in the one day side. If asked what would it be that he
regrets in his career, I am sure his top priority would have to have been
the part of the 2003 World Cup side. It’s sad to see a player of such value
not having been a part of that squad.
Laxman has called it’s over, that he quits, and I don’t know if you agree
with me or not, but the era of classical test batsmen is now finally over
after the departure of Dravid, and now VVS Laxman. But as the Bhagavad
Geeta says -” The World was there before you arrived and will exist
after your departure”, similarly Test Match Cricket was there before he
arrived and it will exist even now, after his departure. But there’s a
Difference ! It will never remain the same.
Farewell VVS & Thankyou for the memories! You’ll be badly missed!  

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Top 4 Sporting Legends of my era


Time and again, History has reiterated that every time a legend crawls into his sunset, rediscovering his off court reality of being, but another human, subject to the infallible law of father time, another successor arrives to heighten the existing barrier of greatness. Rewriting that which we were obliged to consider in our limited experience, the finale’ of the finesse. Each of these immortals in their own time reach the supreme level of an adorable divine art, decorating their respective stages in style. 
In any realm, it would be a foolish drill to argue the greatest of all time, comparing different eras, for who have we to debate, save some statistical figures to compare. We stand mesmerized by Messi or Ronaldo, but how many ever got to witness the fluid art of Pele, Maradona or Best even earlier. We have the dashing bolt who travels like the wind, ripping across the circuit pausing our pulse, but how many have stood testimony to the flight of a brave Owens defying the mental terror of Hitler. Indeed, the late advent of technology has robbed us some glorious chapters of divinity in human sport.
To me, addiction to sport cannot be a fault when Sport merely captures life on a grand platform, with all its myriad emotions; upheavals, triumphs, tears, celebration… And as in life, opportunity upon the biggest stage is a destiny, not granted to all. So with this humble background, I produce my compilation of the 4 greatest legends or rather sporting gods of my generation.
There are a countless number of sports in modern times but I’ve captured my personal favorites, one each from Tennis, Basketball, F1, and Cricket. If you intend to search statistical figures beneath my claims in my article, I assure you that you are in the wrong place, because I deal in emotions. Numbers matter, but they are merely a part of the greater picture. As a poet by passion, I rather prefer to deal in the emotions attached.
All of them have one common factor though. ‘It isn’t that they never fell. Their success was the story of their determined will to rise upon falling.’ The trait of a champion!

#1. Sachin Tedulkar (Cricket)



Coming from a land of a billion people, it seemed like he had a calling, akin to the messiahs, born to lead. The calling, unto his reserved seat, as the worthy ruler of countless hearts and minds. Every shot he essayed was a brilliant stroke that evoked gasps, no matter who you were. Even if you were the opposition bowler at the receiving end, a mild applause amidst all this battering, would have certainly passed your brain. ‘After all can God ever pain you? He can only punish you for your shortcomings.’

Unto him was bestowed talent in an enviable measure that promised along, an inevitable life of pleasure that could distract, but amidst all the gifts showered upon his shoulders, he still stooped down with a bat in hand, in total concentration, to fructify a million prayers for victory. His never ending enthusiasm for the sport despite traversing more than 2 decades of hostile hurtling from the pacers or the tricky spinners, shows his passion and love for his game. And regarding all the talk of his sunset, I just believe ‘When a man walks a 1000 miles, he certainly knows when to stop.’

#2. Michael Schumacher (F1)



Initially, I considered F1 a boring sport that engaged one in merely counting laps, spending 2 hours of a precious Sunday upon a racing car that gobbled up precious fuel (hike in fuel prices is still a rumor probably in this industry!). But with the passing times, I soon ended up hooked to this sport. And the single factor was my icon – Micheal Schumacher. Speaking frankly, Ferrari for all its popularity as a manufacturer of the world’s best cars was introduced to me and perhaps to most in the world like me, as merely a racing car that Schumacher used.
And when I sat through those 2 hours, I realized what life held amidst its sharp turns and winding  bends; A narrow lane full of competitors, fighting to get past you, some risking even life to overtake, to reach the chequered flag first. And amidst this hostile pursuit to the flag, was a single man, consistently atop the podium. He had the pulse for the adventure, often taking daring, extreme risks to win. While there were years when he brushed aside the season sweeping a major share of the titles, there were years when he had to battle unto the last race for asserting his supremacy. And this he did with a steely determination.


#3. Roger Federer (Tennis)



Ah, the synonym of grace and grandeur, my favorite legend without doubt. Seldom does my mind embrace calmness as when this master magician gets to work and therefore serenaded by watching him waltz upon the green lawns or balle’ upon the red clay, is an experience of serene meditation. He’d create the most magical moments so effortlessly, transforming a battle of brute to a drama of aesthetic motion. All captured in a funny line I’ve picked from the recent open when a man declared ‘If there’s a girl as beautiful as Roger’s game, I want her.’ ‘Imitation is suicide’ is an adage I’ve long obliged, but I also opine that there are virtues that if not imitated, would destroy the wheel of progression, more so in the realms of art.
Mesmerized by his suave display of whipping the single-handed back hand kissing the edge of the line for a stunning winner, I like most kids, attempt to mimic his magic!  It’s after all in the imitation of greatness that evolution happens. His ability to break record after record is a lesson of the survival of the fittest. At 30, battling the fittest and finest generation of athletes, and in his weakest form, he manages to dip to The World No. 3! I don’t have many fears for life, save the day I will have to watch this god stop serving his divine menu. 

#4. Michael Jordan (Basket-Ball)



The final legend to make it to the list from the sport I have embraced for life is Micheal Jordan from Basketball. Unlike in other sports where you’d probably contest my choice, here was an incomparable legend, with any of his peers. The intricate passing, enviable team work, accuracy in shot selection, mind-boggling dribbling, jaw dropping fakes, and ah, the ultimate gravity defying jump! He was verily god who could drive you crazy. I am sure he will remain the primary inspiration and icon for any player picking up a basketball, being one of the main reasons for the popularization of the sport.
One has to only watch his documentary ‘Michael Jordan to the Max’ to know what his character is all about. And trust me you’d love him like no other. He’s given some of the most motivational quotes none more favorite than ‘I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.’






The last decade gifted us MVP’S like Bryant, James, Nash, Garnett, Duncan and O’Neal. But there was, is and will be only one MJ – A Legend.




I have chosen to skip the other exciting sport of football that is as much an entertaining affair, if not more. It’s brought forth memorable men of stellar performances defying the odds and delivering those unexpected moments of awe. But given the enormous extent of platform for deliverance, there are more than a mere handful let alone one, who can claim a place upon the altar of greatness right from Best, Pele, Maradona then to Messi and Ronaldo now.
My generation saw the rise and fall of many stalwarts right from Brazil’s Ronaldo, Ronaldinho apart from present adorable stalwarts like Messi, C. Ronaldo and Rooney. And the list is endless. But one player who was exceptional was probably Zinedane Zidene who transformed the sport to art like the four mentioned above. Be it with France or Real Madrid, he created a soul stirring performance. But football is essentially a team sport after all, including the brain of even the heavy-weight coaches from the sidelines. 
Probably for now I’d just play it safe saying ‘Football is a league of extra-ordinary gentlemen’.







Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Like Her?, Love Her?, Whatever!.........

My first thought was sleeping beauty that's who this must be,
Then i was like naw it's just satan playing tricks on me, 
Because you're like a rainforest with the magic & creatures combined,

Eyes as sharp as a black panther piercing my soul and tickles my spine, 
You remind me of the rose from beauty & the beast, enchanting, precious, but just out of reach, 
Your touch is like the venom on the dance of the serpants, paralyzing, hypnotizing, holding it's prey in place,
It's as if you emit light, even at night the sun seems to shine in your face,
The songs of rainforest birds has been known to grip people in awe,
The sound of you voice could cause a herd of angry elephants to come to a ground shattering halt,
The day is hot and long, and night seems so far away,
But as long as you're near i know everything will be Okay.
 

Don't know if I like her?, Love Her?, Whatever!......... :(

When I'm Falling In Love

If I could get star from sky for you
I would do it twice
And only because I love you
I would reach any planet


And If the feeling would be broken
I would become sailer near with the island of your desires
Your desires

But inside of myself
I understand that I can't do it
And sometimes I lose myself

When I'm falling in love
Sometimes I'm despairing, when I'm falling in love
When I am least expecting it, I'm falling in love
Time stopping
And soul coming to my body
I'm smiling, when I'm falling in love

If moon would be your award
I swear, I'd do everything to get it
And be yours

If you hear my cries in your dreams
Wake up, it's reality
It's not dream, not
And I am glad that always comes a moment...

When I'm falling in love
Sometimes I'm despairing, when I'm falling in love
When I am least expecting it, I'm falling in love
Time stopping
And soul coming to my body
I'm smiling, when I am falling in love
 

F@M∃ CrAZzY !

Spiritless, Spineless, Cowardly and Pessimistic Prick - With the future looking bleak and Hazy,
These are the general views on me by the Common Folk - They call me incredibly Lazy,
All of these are half truths to be honest- Chuck it as obviously this Spitted Venom isn't bringing me to any Frenzy,
And despite of all the listed shortcomings I gotta admit that I am desperately Fame Crazy,
For me, the life without Fame doesn't seem to be an enjoyable Game,
I guess this is gonna be the case with almost everyone - every teenager's fantasy is the Same,
However they may be Lame, but all wish to earn a Name,
Unending Daydreams of being recognised and acknowledged for their Work,
Somebody tell em that fame earning respect isn't simple- it needs some Luck,
The Ladies wanna be strong and levelheaded- being unafraid and not a Tame,
And the Dudes just wanna stay in the spotlight - in their arms a pretty Dame,
Being a Celeb is almost everyone's dream- with their Interviews making the News,
This justs transforms their personalities - they've earned their fans - Full reason to Enthuse,
The Folks screaming, clapping and shouting - when I arrive at a Scene,
But I must stay on my Toes as a Star and not act Mean,
 I must be in agreement with their continuous auto and photo graph Demands,
And screw my negative Critics- I don't care about their Commands,
From a distance very Far - This life seems to be a Lust - that of a Superstar,
Everything's marvellous and people feel it's Splendid,
But inspite of all this Flare and Glare, I feel the life's very tough - That's my own opinion Candid,
With more time for Strangers than their real life loved Ones,
I can't think of it as a fair deal- Life lacking frolic and real Fun,
Most of them feel empty and lonely, unable to cope up with the forever increasing expectations- sinking into Depression,
A mammoth salute and admiration to all those who continuously deal with this Oppression,
And there aren't any age restrictions to earning Fame - That's the Best Part,
Any of my works could do overnight wonders and top the Chart,




Now here I am trying to provide you an insight into my dreams and my Life,
Try not to miss a Wink, don't Blink, as I share with you my Wildest Fantasies - High Five!,
Yo Guys! I am at my own free Will to try and make it big in whatever I feel Like,
Penning down or Singing a Romantic Masterpiece like Enrique - Hey! Handle me the Mike,
Or be a Real Life Dark Cape Crusader- Chasing Criminals on my Bike?,
Why not act out the Joker from The Dark Knight,
Ledger played it wonderfully well - It was a Breathtaking Sight,
Or Maybe I could be called the King - Just like Shah Rukh,
After initial years of scramble, the Whole Bollywood he Shook,
Or Why? Maybe I could be an Author and pen down an acclaimed Book,
I am reasonably good at Cuisine - I could be a Professional Renowned Cook,
Or Compose Songs like Rahman and maybe win a Golden Globe,
Or earn the Fame quickly like Beiber - be a Teenage Heartthrob,
Maybe a Critically Acclaimed Lyricist or Director - Working in a Movie,
Most find it uncool and bore - But for me it is very Groovy,
Or maybe Expectorate all the Pain and Frustration in the form of Expletives - be a Rapstar,
Like Fitty and Shady - Atleast in terms of Lyrics you could be assured that I ain't very Far,
The Rappers have a common link - Excessive Pain in their Lives,
Now the Public keeps on encircling em - like Beehives,
They came back very strongly and made it Big - Very Inspirational,
But the Lyrics are just a small part - Maybe now I should Try to be Rational,
By the way, Did I mention that Emin∃m describes in one of his songs - Superstardom as Boredom?,
Was just reminded of my earlier made point - In the nick of time at Random,
Another of my Wildest Fantasies is to win as many matches for India,
Just like the Legends of ' Cricket God ' and ' The Wall ' have been doing for Ages,
Or perhaps Jumping and Backflipping like Klose and Ronaldo in the Celebration of a Scored Goal,
Or just like Guetta and Metallica, I could Rock & Roll,
Or maybe be a Roadie and gain everybody's Respect and Admiration,
With the Fame and Likings I may achieve, I could gain many Friends and Fans,
But all of these are just some of my Countless number of Plans,
Most of these are Wannabe ones - which I know would never be Fulfilled,
I know my shortcomings - and I promise I won't Fret and Regret,
If you did really like this effort, then you may think that atleast one of my mentioned fantasies could be accomplished,
I think you have certainly got which one I am talking about,
Yeah! The very Same, Don't be in any Doubt,
I know this thing very well that Daydreams in excess are very Harmful,
But there is nothing wrong in Dreaming - a big necessity for life to be Fruitful,
"I'ma be what I set out to be, without a Doubt Undobtably,
And all those who look down on me, I'm tearing down your Balcony,"
So just hope and Pray that Happiness and Joy sweeps me over like Azure Blue Sky- and Wind that is Breezy,
Whatever you may call or think of me, I am okay that I am desperately Fame Crazy !.


By,
Shoe Stepper aka Dhruv Narayanan PM













Monday, 5 March 2012

* UNcl∃ MaTT *

Once to my home arrived my Uncle Matt,
Healthy as his physique was - he was quite fat,
Elated on meeting him, both of us had a chat,
Tired as he was, we preferred to sit and continue the interaction and chat,
It was interesting to see the place where he sat,
Simple as he was, he declined the sofa and preferred the mat,
Now I enquired him about his son who was a spoiled brat,
As soon as I pronounced his name, Uncle exclaimed- Drat!,
Then I asked- How's Uncle Billy?, a member of your frat,
He's gone insane, uncle replied- and roams helter - skelter with a bat,
Unclear as his reply was, I asked - Which one uncle? Cricket one or a flying bat?,
Oh! Haha.. Good question my son, he said, he carries a cricket bat,
And by the way, where's your cat?,
Don't know Uncle - probably after the rat,
Impressed by my reply, he laughed and on my back gave a pat,
So how's Uncle Simon uncle? Your fraud partner with a devilish prisoner's hat,
He bluffed me, I cheated him as well - Tit for Tat!,
Leave all of this matter son - Let's go to Hotel Beverly Pratt,
Oh no Uncle! - They charge VAT,
You'll be caught dumbstruck hearing their rates and you'll lie flat,
And finally we returned home and played some games of dart,
Until my sister arrived finally to drop him home in an old fiat. 


       *  T  r  ∃  a  $  u  R  e  D            p  I  e  C  ∃  *


FROM THE VAULT - WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 12 YEARS OLD ( YES, IT DOES SEEM CHILDISH WHEN IT'S READ NOW ) 


  

Thursday, 26 January 2012

Farewell Day Teacher Short Titles

 SHIKHA MAM ( ENGLISH ) 


 Strict, Perfectionist, Practical, Caring and an Excellent Preacher,
 She's Shikha Mam- Our Lovely English Teacher,
 Inspiring us Careless Science Students to not neglect her subject,
 So that our Board Mark Sheets get decked, and not wrecked.


NEHA MAM ( CHEMISTRY )


 Those are we in the acid,
 Thankyou Neha Mam, you've made our lives placid,
 Losing our negativity like the electrons,
 We are positively getting charged up like the Protons,
 Determined and Persevering with your work - You are amazing madam,
 Due to you, now there's Chemistry Breathing in our body- in each and every Atom.


PAWAN SIR ( ENGINEERING GRAPHICS  )


 You gotta multiply every dimension by 0.8 - in an Isometric View, 
 Keeping this line in our mind, the whole year the Diagrams we Drew,
 You are a Wonderful Teacher Pawan Sir - Amazing, Lenient and Friendly,
 A Mr. Perfectionist in your Effort, to explain Stuff Very Gently.


VIDUSHI MAM ( PHYSICS ) 

 Dedicated and Committed to her Profession To The Hilt,
 Loving and Caring like a Mother, with a Heart of Gilt,
 Wonderfully explaining Elasticity, Gauss's Theorem and the Concepts of Electricity,
 You are True to your Name - and have made Physics a Simple Game,
 With a Chalk in your hands, you're a Fantastic Performer,
 A Reformer - Thankyou Mam, in our lives you are a Transformer.


 NEENA MAM ( MATHEMATICS )


 2 one za 2 - About Integration we do not have any Clue,
 2 two za 4 - Though some fellows Signify your Subject as a Bore - But We love It!, It's Wonderful    To The Core,
 2 three za 6 - Gonna Flunk, Don't even know Matrix,
 2 four za 8 - Neena Mam, you know all of our Personal Secrets, you are Great,
 2 five za 10 - Friendly and Understanding, You're Beautiful like a Winter Wren.