Hurr!

Miracalu at Bengaluru

2011-02-28T13:44:00.001-08:00

Choice of game

The Chinnaswamy Stadium in Bengaluru is easily one of India’s best cricket stadiums, so the choice of game was a no-brainer. The atmosphere is always electric, the pitch batsman-friendly and spectator comfort right up there with the best. The new look KSCA administration led by Kumble, Srinath and Venky even managed to up the comfort levels with free refreshments, clean toilets and fancy bucket seating! Of course, the other (more practical) reason for picking Bengaluru was the fact that I only managed to get tickets to the Bengaluru WC games through family contacts!

Team supported

India. Obviously. I was rooting for a close finish, and couldn’t have asked for more.

Key performer(s)

There were several key performers in this match for the ages. Sehwag showed us his entire range of cut shots, most notably the upar cut as christened by the Pepsi ad campaign. The Master composed a masterpiece and treated us to his entire repertoire - the cover drive, the backfoot drive, the lofted straight drive , the flick through midwicket, the nudge to fine leg, the slog sweep over midwicket. I counted him playing only one false shot in his entire innings. Bresnan had a typically workmanlike game. He ran in with energy, bowled good lengths and without anyone noticing, sneaked in a terrific 5-wicket haul. But the player of the day undoubtedly was Andrew Strauss. Straussy combined the brutal pulling of Shane Watson with the rasping cuts of Jayasuriya and the crisp sweeping of his coach, Andy Flower in a career-defining innings.

Star watch

I had a complimentary ticket from the KSCA right below the players’ dressing rooms. So big stars weren’t short in supply in our stand. Ganguly looked dapper and hung out with Dravid before the game. Kumble, Srinath and Venky were busy pleasing their bigwig guests with photo ops. Azim Premji arrived but had to soon leave as he couldn’t find a seat! Kannada film superstar Upendra walked in halfway through the Indian innings and the crowd made space for him. Poor Uppi had a tough time catching the action though as he was incessantly bugged by fans for photos and autographs. Srikkanth arrived with ICC head honcho Haroon Lorgat. Right through their 10 min conversation, Chika did all the talking while Haroon looked on in mild amusement. Even Captain Gopinath from Air Deccan was spotted in our stand.

Entertainment

The home of the UB Group’s Royal Challengers felt more like a popular disc than a cricket game, especially during the Indian innings. The IPL’s influence was clearly seen. How else would you explain loud pop music played mid-over in a WC match. At one point, while Sehwag was on the attack, the systems rather ironically blared “I know you want me, You know I want you..” as Anderson was running in!

The rather unpopular stadium MC however failed to get the crowd on his side. He urged the crowd to watch the screen and do the Stumpy (the WC mascot) dance, but was met with a stony silence. He coaxed us to scream Yahooooo in unison but all he got was a series of booooos! The crowd was happier sticking with the good ol’ South Indian cheer – Jinkalakala Waikalakala, Hoo haa, Hoo haa! Also, what were Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy thinking? Their WC theme song is so fail, it’s not funny.

Blame your equipment moment of the day

Towards the end of his innings, Gambhir went for a full blooded cover drive off Anderson but missed the ball by a mile. What did he do next. Looked unhappily at his bat and asked for a bat change! Nice try, Gauti.

The bouncer barrage

With a middle order comprising of Yuvraj, Yusuf and potentially Raina, India can expect to see many more overs this WC like the innings’ 41^st when Bresnan bowled 6 bouncers!

Zak wakes up

It is incredible how many one day games swing in favour of the bowling team during the batting powerplay. This time, it was Zak who suddenly woke up from deep slumber and bowled a terrific spell. These days, he somehow manages to turn it on at just the right moments, in spite of his apparent lack of fitness. He ambles around the ground and looks like a bowling version of that great energy preserver, Ranatunga. My cousin has a theory that Zak is referred to as the attack leader and not strike bowler because well, he doesn’t really look like a strike bowler!

Astonishing statistic of the match

There was only one 3 scored by either team in a total of six hundred and seventy six runs. Crazy. The result of a small Indian ground and a lightning fast outfield.

The twin towers

Chris Tremlett (who was carrying drinks for the visitors) has no place on a cricket field. 6 ft 8 in and rather grave looking, he looked like he belonged more in a rugby scrum. India’s gentle giant, Munaf Patel though was as endearing as ever. While a few lucky kids walked hand in hand with the players on to the field for the national anthems, Munna picked up his escort by the hip and had him dangling by his shoulder. And later in the day, he won a few fans in the crowd through his return catch cum save my face from disfigurement moment.

Once in a lifetime moment of the day

The day had plenty of those once in a lifetime moments. Sachin’s near flawless 100. Strauss’s splendid knock. A tie in a WC match. But for me, the moment that topped all of these was the crowd’s reaction when Bell was called back by Billy Bowden on the UDRS review. How often does one get to see 35,000 grown up men and women shouting “Cheating! Cheating! Cheating!” for one whole minute!

The uninsightful rating system

All through the game, Castrol Cricket had some ridiculous ratings flashed on the giant screen. They kept informing us about the top performers to look out for through a rating index. The funny thing was it was calculated on the basis of performance till that point in the game. Also, they kept informing us about the relative positions of the teams in the game, and these swung like a pendulum! That’s what happens when lukkha engineers over-analyse a sport.

Spectator cheer of the day

The rowdy Indian crowds never fail to disappoint when it comes to interesting cheers (or anti-cheers, as we call it in these parts). A particularly enterprising lot in our stand took to poor old Luke Wright. They kept shouting out ‘Wright Wright’ to him, and when he looked back to acknowledge their cheers, he was greeted with ‘Left Left’!

Marks out of 10

The perfect 10. As my Kannadiga neighbour at the ground described it, it was a miracalu at Bengaluru.

Crossroads

2010-03-28T23:58:00.000-07:00

Just back from a wonderfully relaxing and refreshing vacation in Goa. Last weekend was as much fun, hanging out with the gang and watching an IPL game live (I can't believe I actually said that). The weekend before was also spent at a beautiful untouched beach in south Maharashtra where a good friend shot a hungry crab.

I'm soo going to miss these lukkha weekends next year.

Also stumbled upon an interesting address delivered by Steve Jobs at Stanford in 2005. One para resonates most with me today.

'When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.'

Animal husbandry

2008-05-29T01:04:00.000-07:00

My mom is the dudette. She cycles to work in a sari (she's a doctor), swims 40 laps everyday, teaches my maid servant's 13-year old daughter history, and says and does the most outrageous things.

Recently, she attended the local Mahila Mandal (Women's Club) meeting where the women were giving each other household tips. One said that ginger when dried in the sun is easier to cut. Another offered tips on how to prevent your eyes from watering while cutting onions. When my mom's turn arrived, she began.

"When you have had a tiring day at work, make some tea and sit down at the dining table with your husband. After narrating to him the tough day you have endured, get up and limp towards the kitchen. Bemoan the fact that you have to now wash vessels and cook dinner. Your husband will follow you and offer to help you with the dishes. Gladly accept this. Then start cutting the vegetables. When he has almost finished with the washing, grab hold of a couple of onions and rue the fact that your eyes are soon going to water. He will then offer to help you with the onions!" And so on.

This incident reminded me of my history teacher in school, who had a great sense of humour. Once, he was talking to us about the changing roles of men and women in Indian society. How women now work and how men are expected to help with the housework. Animal husbandry is what he called it!

Guide

2008-05-21T01:08:00.000-07:00

A couple of months back, I went to Mahabaleshwar (a beautiful hill station in Maharashtra) with friends. Since we were only doing a weekend trip, we decided to do the ST Bus Darshan, thus saving both money and time. I was a little apprehensive about the rather touristy, not-so-cool ride we had gotten ourselves into. But one look at my guide and I knew that all my fears were unfounded!

Our guide was a replica of the great Dev Anand. He hero-worshipped him so much that he even called himself Dev Anand!

The next 2 hours were pure, unadulterated entertainment.

This is our wonderful first shtop. Enjoy the beauty of the nature in full glory. Yahan aapke liye 1 min photography, 14 min baaki.

Yeh hain Echo Point. Yahan mein jo bhi chillaatha hun, waapas full speed aa jata hain. Dekho. Lights...lllliggghhttts, Sound...sssooundd, Camera...caammeerra, Action...acccttioon, OK Packup...ook ppackuuppp. Let's go!

Angrezi mein blue eyes, brown hair waali ladki ko Kates bulathe hain, isiliye is jagah ka naam hain Kates Point! Titanic ke liye ship nahi chahiye, bas yahan apna haath phyla karo aur mazaa le lo!

Yeh hain, Aurthor (Arthur+Author) Seat Point. Yahan pe Col. Arthur aake poems likhtha tha, isiliye iska naam. Abhi itni sunder dikhthi hain. Par June se October tak yahan itna fog hota hain ki yeh point aapka computer jaise hang ho jata hain!

Boy, Dev Anand was without a shadow of doubt the best tourist guide I have ever had. The rest of Mahabaleshwar was fun too. Nice quaint town with amazing food and views. And the usual dose of typos that are a part of every 'sight-seeing' trip in India!

Bombay meri jaan!

2008-01-23T02:48:00.000-08:00

I've lived in Bombay for five years now, and I just cannot have enough of the city. What truly sets it apart are the amazing people that live here.

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This December, as always, my hostel room was taken over by a bunch of friends and acquaintances during Mood Indigo. This has both its positives and negatives. On the bright side, I always seem to discover a host of new years' gifts during my marathon post-MI room cleaning sessions. This year, Santa had stashed away a nice little gold watch inside one of my shoes. A couple of weeks of inquiries later, I still hadn't located the owner of the watch. So, I decided to gift it to the housekeeping staff on my hostel floor (a good friend of mine). Initially, he refused to accept it, but a little coaxing resulted in him finally taking it. Two days back, I bumped into him in the corridor.

Me: (wave) Kya chal raha hain?
Him: Achcha hun, sir.
(I walk past, and he calls out)
Him: Sir, meine ghadi ko Hall Manager ke office mein jama kar diya. Achcha nahi laga, log kya sochenge.

He had felt uncomfortable wearing the fancy watch. There was no way he was going to jeopardize the trust of his community for a glittering gadget that he had no real use for. No wonder people in the slums do not feel the need for doors in their houses.

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My all-time favourite real life incident is a story narrated to me by a friend of mine who is a frequent traveller on the Virar fast, Bombay's most crowded local train.

Once, an old uncle travelling by the Virar fast wanted to get off at Jogeshwari. The problem with that was that the Virar fast does not stop at Jogeshwari. On realizing this, Uncleji pressed the panic button and asked his co-passengers what to do. They comforted him and told him that there was no cause to worry. All fast trains slow down at slow local stations, and they would help him jump off the train. All he had to do was continue running to maintain his momentum. Father Newton would take care of the rest.

So, Jogeshwari arrived and as promised, he was helped off the train. Remarkably for his age, he timed his jump, landing and subsequent jog to perfection. Piece of cake. Now, in Bombay, when you see a fellow Mumbaikar in need of help, the thing to do is to lend a helping hand. On noticing Uncleji running beside the train, the passengers in the next compartment did what comes naturally to them. They pulled him back into the train!

At least you cannot fault their intentions. Beautiful city this is :).

Punny is funny

2007-10-05T21:54:00.000-07:00

I've always marvelled at people who've mastered the art of the pun. There is really nothing like the good ol' pun to crack you up. Let me illustrate my point.

The lovable Pakistani cricketer, Inzamam-ul-Haq is on the verge of retirement, and people around the blogging world have begun writing glowing testimonials about him. While Inzy was a phenomenal batting talent, he's always been slow and laboured on the field. And he carried that image with him to the numerous press conferences he made as captain of Pakistan. Vic Marks, former international player and now journalist, once described them as being "much Urdu about nothing"!

I was there!

2007-09-24T11:14:00.001-07:00

...when India won its first Twenty 20 World Cup! Maybe not at the Bull Ring. But watching an India-Pakistan World Cup finals on a big-screen in our Hostel Sky-Bridge with a couple of hundred delirious hostel-mates really is as good as it gets :)

It's been 22 years in the waiting for me, and now that it has come, I am lost for words! Up yours, you Australian bullies!

Phew!

2007-08-15T20:39:00.000-07:00

An eventful week it has been. It all began rather ominously with a phone call that I received from a crazy Punjabi, professing that a bomb would explode at Convocation. It had all the makings of a Dixi/KP prank - persistently painful voice, flowery Hindi, and to top it all, a mention of InsIghT. For a change, I stood my ground and didn't lose my cool. I played along and tried to be as painful in my inimitable Tam-Punjabi accent. Things were going rather well, I must admit. The conversation was flowing, and I really was letting it rip. Shut up. FU. MKC. At which point, I learnt that all along, I was speaking to my good ol' Tam friend, the Dean!

Lesson 1: Mind your language. It is a cruel world.

For 21 long years, I have followed and supported the Indian cricket team. As a diehard fan, I have had my fair share of heartbreaks. But it was all worth the wait. An overseas victory against England in our 60th year of Independence, it doesn't get better than this. Yahoo!

Lesson 2: There is a God.

My first trek of the season finally happened last Saturday (Duke's nose). And it had all the ingredients of the perfect monsoon trek - great company, awesome waterfalls, a few lakes, rain, mist and an amazing view from the top. There was also the odd jitter to spice things up. A couple of territorial bulls lost it when they saw this nice happy bunch trespassing into their private pond. It was the fastest I have run in a long long time. Anyway, all's end that ends well. Jai Shivaji!

Lesson 3: These matadors are crazy (to be said with a menhir in one hand, and the other pointing towards one's temple).

Monsoon masti anyone?

2007-07-21T10:04:00.000-07:00

Fifth year has finally hit me, and I intend on really living it up these last two semesters. Old people at IIT end up doing some pretty strange things. Like reviving their long-forgotten blogs!

Bombay is as green and beautiful as ever, and I'm itching to grab my backpack and make a dash for the Sahyadris. Interesting company is hard to find though, so hopefully this fantabulous quote from Steven Van Matre's "Earth Speaks" will inspire my working batchmates to join me next weekend:

"One final paragraph of advice.

Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast...a part time crusader, a half hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land, it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can, while it's still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: I promise you will outlive the bastards!"

Anyone game?

Dude-boy Mike

2006-06-14T16:20:00.000-07:00

I trek a lot. And in the course of my many treks in the Sahyadris and the Himalayas, I've met a fair share of characters. Take for instance, the time when I was nearing the Bhimashankar peak on a wet, foggy monsoon evening; and asked a fellow-hiker if he happened to know the way to the top. On receiving precise instructions, I enquired as to whether he had been to Bhimashankar before. His answer - 466 times! Or the time when I was huffing and puffing up the Himalayas when I was overtaken by a cyclist. He was on a 22-day cycle trek in the Himalayas. And all this alone! Anyway, I digress.

This is neither the story of my cyclist-friend nor my Bhimashankar-crazy trekking friend, but that of a certain Mike. This summer, Karthik and I desperately wanted to hike in the Grand Canyon. And to do that, we needed to obtain back-country permits from the National Park Ofice. As we waited in the Park Office, with chewed up fingernails and nervous excitement, we began to sketch out a back-up plan. That's when we met Mike. Tall, bald, tanned, muscular and in his mid-60s. Mike knew the Canyon like the back of his hand. In no time, Karthik was pouring over our map and discussing alternative hiking routes with Mike. As luck would have it, we did finally end up getting our permits. So off we went on what was to be a most amazing 2-day hike.

The following evening, we reached the campground (on the banks of the Colorado river!). While I was taking a quick nap, Karthik went off on a little walk when he bumped into Mike. 20 minutes later, he was excitedly telling me about the conversation that they had had.

M: So you guys finally made it! I'm so happy for you.
K: Yeah yeah. And it was sooo worth it! So what are your plans for the next few days?
M: Ah well, tonight, I spend the night at Bright Angel Campground. Tomorrow, I head out on this trail which leads to one of the most beautiful spots in the Canyon. It's a long, tiring 6-hour trail. But at the end of it, I will earn a good night's sleep on a huge rock that juts out into the canyon. And you know, up there, it will just be me and the mice. [chuckle]
K: Wow! You seem to know a lot about the trails around here. How many times have you been to the Grand Canyon?
M: Thrice this month.
K: What?!
M [pulling on his thick stomach muscles]: Gotta stay in shape you know.
K: Hmm..so do you live around these parts?
M: Naa, I live in a tent. [chuckle]

I live in a tent!

Mike's a bachelor. He dislikes crowds. He likes nature. And he loves to hike. So what does he do? He carries a little bag with a tent and some food. And spends his time going around America's numerous National Parks.

Some people trek for an adventure. Some simply trek.

The US of A

2006-06-14T15:21:00.000-07:00

I've been in the United States for close to 4 weeks now. And it's been one helluva ride.

Roadtripped with my brother in Utah's wow-I'm-on-Mars deserts, with the top down and all that jazz. Trekked and camped in the Grand Canyon. Biked around Zion Canyon. Visited Indian reservations. Indian ruins. Randomly stopped at a bunch of other National Parks. Randomly slept in fascinating little towns. Hit Vegas; and then New York. Listened to Pearl Jam and jazz. Fusion and hip-hop. You get the picture.

I've done so many things in this short period, that I really really desperately have to blog about a few incidents.

At last..

2006-06-14T14:57:00.000-07:00

..I enter the blogosphere. I've wanted to do this for ages now, but have never found the time to. So well, here I go!

I'm one of those 20-year olds, who wants to do a zillion things with his life, but can never zero in on one. Auto-rickshaw driver. Cricketer. Politician. Doctor. Scientist. Explorer. Social-worker. I've seen it all. Currently, I'm doing a summer project at The Rockefeller University, New York trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.

Bio research has quite a few unique advantages; one of which is that when your cells are feeding on vague-ass chemicals and getting fatter, you just wait and watch.

And in my case, blog.