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Wednesday 8 September 2010

IAF Group Captian : "The Sachin Tendulkar"

 One can write and write and write without stopping about Sachin and won’t ever get tired. Perhaps that’s why there are numerous articles on him and still there is no stopping.

 Lot of things have been written about him, a lot of people have adored him and made him if not God but somewhere near him, a lot of people/experts even turned him down and advised to call it a day but “like a soldier who possesses a nerve of steel and a rock like determination to die for nation until the job is finished, he shushed them with a rather paradoxical combination, a gentle smile following a brutal knock.” It’s been more than 20 years since he first donned Indian colours and it’s still going on.

 Cricket was not always India’s most adored and loved game, if Kapil and Sunny were responsible for the beginning of that then its Sachin who actually turned it into a religion and that’s why public raised him to its God. It was after Sachin’s fantastic showing at 1996 world cup, where Indian team succumbed to the pressure and the expectations of the crowd and the nation, on which India rode to the quarterfinals, the cliché was made, “Cricket is our religion and Sachin is our GOD.” This was reiterated by a legendary South African cricketer and very famous commentator Barry Richards in 1998 after the demolition of Australian attack single-handedly by the Maestro. After that many have resonated with Barry and echoed the same.

 There is no exaggeration in saying that when he is battling for the nation on field, he arouses the feeling, the emotion and the intensity which is elusive while he is not around or anyone else is playing. Such emotions can be seen either in a football match between very close rivals or a football world cup final match or when he is batting. The enthusiasm and the emotion is so evident whenever he is nearing a milestone, another century, another 1000 run barrier be it tests or ODIs, that the whole crowd rise up with every delivery and if it’s not reached then sit down with hope of him achieving the feat in next delivery. They get enthralled and jump and yell out of joy whenever he has reached anything worth commenting for. It’s not only the joy and record the crowd cherish, they are equally sad perhaps sometimes more sad then even himself when he gets out, narrowly missing on any milestone or leaving team stranded on the door of victory. The sighs, the oohs and the ahhs are very loud and apparent when such things happen, crowd can’t believe they have lost their most beloved soldier. Few such occasions which jolts my mind every now and then and make me sad, which immortalize the concept of “so close yet so far” show how much the emotional can crowd get, how much sad they can become just by a mere dismissal and how painful and cruel the destiny can be by denying a person of the result for a true hard work.

  In Sharjhah, came a Tendulkar who had become a nightmare for the Aussies. In the knockout match against Australia, just prior to the final, India needed to score more than 5 runs per over to secure a position in the finals. Wickets were tumbling at one end but he stood his ground firmly and unleashed his one of the most brutal knocks where he hammered Warne and Kasprowicz like some club standard bowlers. No one could stop him, even the nature itself intervened in the form of a rather bizarre sand-storm but, it could only halt him for some time but could not put a full stop. When the play resumed the already reduced overs were further reduced to 46 and the asking rate went beyond reach with only few overs and fewer wickets remaining. But, it didn’t impact Sachin; in fact it made him to score even faster. He unleashed few lusty straight lofted hits, which were as stunning to behold as to hit and ensured India’s berth in finals. It made Tony Graig jump out of seat yelling, “Tendulkar wants to win the match, he is unstoppale.” But soon it ended and there was only one person who could do it what no one else could, “the Umpire.” There went the Maestro after a fearsome knock, which couldn’t secure a highly improbable win but ensured India’s final match dream and raised hopes to even win. Again in the final match it was him who almost single handedly tarnished Aussie attack to all corners of ground and almost took India through until “the Umpire” came in Austalian rescue once again. But it was too little too late. He had already won it for India and also the hearts of everyone who saw him batting.

 In Chennai against Pakistan when India were crawling at 82 for 5 Tendulkar battling with a back spasm brought arguably his best test innings, a blend of great caution and much needed aggression. But, when the victory was only a few steps way, the tantalizing pain broke through the nerves of steel and the Master perished while trying to wrap up the things quickly, just to see Indian tail gifting a hard earned victory to the rivals who couldn’t manage to score mere 17 runs. Next three wickets fell for just 4 runs. The anguish on every Indian face was visible, the eyes were all wet but no one could stop clapping for such a master class.

 In a very recent home series against Australia, India were down to chase 350 from 50 overs.  Wickets stumbled but Sachin was on high ride scoring at will. It was an innings full of control, passion and aggression. Whenever wickets fell he reciprocated with some attacking cricket. When Dhoni fell, required run rate had already crossed 7.5 mark and India were 4 down after 23 overs. But it couldn’t tame him; he unleashed two lusty blows down the wicket of Hauritz to set the chase up. In Raina, playing the second fiddle, he found a capable partner and ushered every shot ever described in a cricket book, even more than that. Be it a paddle scoop or paddle sweep, hook or pull, straight drive or on the rise, a powerful hit down the ground or a gentle nudge behind the stumps, everything was exhibited masterly and executed perfectly. No area was left and no bowler was spared. When Tendulkar played a delicately executed drive between short third man and backward point, Robin Jackman was left awestruck and could manage to say only one thing, “how much do you open the blade, just enough to avoid the fielder, that's how much.” That shows the perfection and control of the master. But again when 19 runs were required off 18 he couldn’t finish it off and got out, leaving everyone standing still in stunned silence. Again Indian tail salted his wounds by gifting their wickets and not scoring a comfortable victory. It left everyone devastated and sad. No one could believe how harsh fortunes can be. No one would have approved such result for such batsmanship and hard work, even the Australians.

  All these innings suggest the passion and devotion he carries for the nation and the emotion people carry for him. Whenever he is daunted he came back strongly to silent them. These innings were the prime examples of such situations. In current form, nothing stands beyond him. 200 in ODI came and now you never know what else he is gonna achieve. But, till he is batting, no record is unbreakable but Sir Don Bradman’s test average.


 I heartily congratulate him for being first non IAF member to be awarded as honorary Group Captain. It’s another feather in his highly illustrious cap. May you live long and lighten this world up with your more lusty knocks.

©Avinash Singh Bagri



Saturday 21 August 2010

Sweet Friend O’mine


Oh friend you filled the void in my life,
Oh friend you have put me out of strife.
It was so bleak and dull when you came,
I wonder without you would it be the same.
                           
She says, “The friends are treasure,
The devotion you can’t even measure.”
She taught me the value of smile
She was the one to get me out of senile.

There were times when the things were tough,
I felt, with me heavens had been rough.
But, she was sent for me as an angel,
Perhaps, to rid me of dilemma and tangle.

I wonder how much life can be strange,
And, how innocuously a person can bring the change.
Only few are chosen to have that kind of delight,
And are told after the darkness, things are bright.



©Avinash Singh Bagri

Saturday 14 August 2010

Left goes Right

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Left and Right on 5th get unite,
Called for Bandh, to wage a fight,
Once upon a time, Left made a plight,
Wont go with saffron, whether wrong or right,
But, the chances of Left doing it alone weren't bright
So, they got onboard with Right, on the same flight !!

©Avinash Singh Bagri

It was written on the eve of the "All-India-Band" jointly called by the opposition parties including BJP and the Left. In the wake of another hike in diesel, petrol and gas prices, BJP called it and was duly supported by Left who for the matter of the fact say that they are ideologically repellent to the Saffron brigade and won't support 'em at any cost irrespective of the fact if they are right or wrong, but the UPA contrived  what even CPI(M) and CPM's "polit bureau" never dreamt of i.e. "bringing 'em together under the same banner".

Rajneeti- An IMDB Imitation




Director:                      Prakash Jha

Writers:                        Prakash Jha (Screenplay)
           
Anjum Rajabali (Screenplay)

Release Date:               4 June 2010 (India)

Genre:                          Drama, Crime, Thriller

Plot:                             The film is based upon a political family, which has a considerable vote bank in some state of India. After the paralysis attack of then party President Bhanu Pratap, its heirs (one: Manoj Bajpai who is supported by Ajay Devagan, the abandoned son of Bharti, Arjun’s and Ranbir’s Momma and second: Arjun Rampal who has the backing of Ranbir and Nana Patekar) fight within themselves to gain the control of the political party and to become the party’s next chief minister’s candidate. The family divides up in two parts, each trying to outsmart other by hook or crook. They can go beyond any humanitarian means to end up the battle on a winning note. Due to some circumstances created very wily from Mr. Jha, Arjun loses his life just prior to his election which led to the much awaited entry of Katrina Kaif in political Battle Field.

Plot Keywords:            Gangwar, Mahabharata, The Godfather,  Election, Casteism, Allegory, Ensemble  Cast, Interracial Relationship, Widow, Activist, One Word Title, Activism, Love Triangle, Sex, Illegitimate Child, Advisor, Marriage, Politics, Comrade

Awards:
Shithead Awards
Year
Result
Award
Category/Recipient(s)
2010
Nominated
Shithead
Best Director
Prakash Jha 
Best Actor for Shortest Appearance
Nassirudin Shah
 
Best Actress in Supporting Role
Katrina Kaif 
Best Performance in a Negative Role
Manoj Bajpai 
Best Dialogue and Best Film
Prakash Jha 















Cast : 
Naseeruddin Shah
...
Bhaskar Sanyal
Arjun Rampal
...
Prithviraj Pratap
Nana Patekar
...
Brij Gopal
Ranbir Kapoor
...
Samar Pratap
Katrina Kaif
...
Indu Pratap
Ajay Devgn
...
Sooraj Kumar (as Ajay Devgan)
Manoj Bajpai
...
Veerendra Pratap


MPAA:                          Rated R for strong brutal violence, pervasive strong language and some strong sexual content.
Runtime:                      160 min (seems like an eternity though)

Country:                       India & Few other countries

Language:                    Hindi

Color:                           Color (Technicolor)

Aspect Ratio:                2.35: 1 

Company:                    UTV

Trivia:                          Movie is being shot at Bhopal in Madhya Pradesh.                                
In the birthday scene of Bhanu Pratap, it featured Madhya Pradesh Ex-Commerce Minister Rajendra Singh.
In one scene, in Prithvi’s office the map of Madhya Pradesh could easily be seen.
Prakash Jha has some bitter memories of elections. He has fought twice from Bihar’s Bettiah (ind) and Champaran(LJP) and lost twice. Both time he couldn’t save his depositry.
 
 
Review:                       Ohhhhh JFC!!!! RAAJNEETI was the most pathetic movie of this year I have seen.. Although KITES stays in fray of this most coveted prize of "The Fuckest Movie of the Year" but the incredible length of the movie, finest of blend of so-called Family Drama, RAAJNEETI and yeah not to mention the GANG-WAR make it unbeatable.. I wonder how the actors and the crew could glue themselves to the much awaited end of the movie :)
                                   
                                    The movie starts with a typical bollywood political drama and Jha tries to give it a twist by introducing some family rivalry. But, as the movie goes on Jha saab badly loses his plot and try to get into GODFATHER mode. He would have done it successfully had it been a Gangster movie or if the era of this movie was early 1900’s. But, in current scenario no part in India bears such deteriorated condition of law and order as shown by Jha. After watching this movie, one can have a strong perception that politics is all about family and getting rid of the family members. It has nothing but brutal violence and shows that killing in India is pretty easy even if CM’s candidates are being killed not once but twice.
 
                                    It’s real hard to understand the message he has tried very strongly to convey to public. Thanks to some prior publicity that movie has earned a few bucks but, believe me it wasn’t worth watching free. And those who are interested in unpredictability should better watch Daily Soaps of Kekta Kapoor, because this movie has exactly the same kind of unpredictability.
 
                                    Those who hadn’t watched yet, should not squander their money over buying its CD or DVD or by going to hall, better download it from internet. So, that you don’t repent this decision of yours for a lifetime.

Wednesday 2 June 2010

I Forgot, Curse has Always Followed the Boon


It all began when I was a child
Though the feelings were mild
There she came with a big smile on her face
The peach demanded nothing but embrace

When I saw her for the first time
I whiffed, the beauty was that sublime
Everyone always talked about her
One could anytime hear the whisper

As the time went by, she became a friend
But I couldn’t tell what I felt cz I didn’t want it to end
Yeah, I loved that pretty lady forsooth
But, I feared the things wouldn’t be that smooth

I got lucky and she knew what I felt
In her heart too, the same feelings dwelt
But, alas! It was over, way too soon
I forgot, curse has always followed the boon

All of a sudden, she had to leave
And I was left devastated and peeve
I tried to placate myself, it wasn’t the end
But, I moaned for the happiness we did blend

As I grew up and so did the sense
I don’t know why but feelings became intense
I always prayed she would come back
But, the hopes were diminished and I was alack

But, the time changed, and again I got lucky
She messaged me when the things were murky
Everything looked so savouring and bright
Apparently they all were spanned aright

Seemed, it all resumed from where we left
Her feelings and touch were still so gentle and deft
Every time I saw her, I could feel the adrenalin
I got nervous whenever she looked at me with a grin

The things were great, till one day
When a few things started to get in the way
It was all so good, till one noon
I forgot, curse has always followed the boon

Unknowingly but stupidly I put up some fight
And the things started to get tight
Unfortunately I couldn’t understand her devotion
And hence self-triggered the smoke of emotion

I don’t exactly know, how much did I hurt her
But, I can tell, it wasn’t as much as I loved her
I wish if there was a way to make it up for her
I don’t know if I can love anyone, like I loved her

I can’t blame her for ending this up
But, I really wished the things could’ve worked for us
I know I sometimes acted like a goon
Alas!! I forgot, Curse has always followed the Boon




Tuesday 18 May 2010

Corruption or Lady Infestation?



I don't know how true "behind every successful man there is woman (if it’s true, then certainly vice versa is far truer)" is but I am pretty sure that "behind every corrupt man there is a woman (vice versa mmm....doubtful)." I don't intend to hurt ladies community, but I'm really sorry if I do so in the process(but, do read it, you are gonna concur with me). With due respect I admire and value the most honored and graceful gift of God to our society i.e. Women. But still, I feel corruption is a disease which starts catching up the day you get a girl. Corruption may be like clinching more money from your parents for false reasons (obviously to spend on girls) or bribery etc.
Imagine a Man without a Woman, what exactly are the needs of a Man? What does he desperately wants to do when he is in college and when he starts doing a job? When he is in college, he has got absolutely nothing to spend on unless he smokes or drinks, seldom guys go for shopping. Even if he does so, he manages to do within the stipulated amount he's given per month. But, once he gets a girl, every penny elopes like “takle k sar se baal”. Now, the expenses a guy has: call her daily for 1-2 hours; buy her stuffs, treats etc. So, ultimately he has to make some adjustments to fulfill her desiresJ.
Now, moving on when a guy is single and then get married. When he is single what expenses he has? Whatever he has it’s perfectly within his income. Pay the rent for the flat, pay for the mess and a bit of here and there, it adds up to max. 15k, that’s all and is well within any pay scale now-a-days. But once you are married it’s a whole different story. Now, the persons are “added” but the needs and fetishes are “multiplied.” Earlier one had to think about living and eating only but, now he has the burden of the future investments and all the girly stuffs that his wife desires rather badly. One of such instance is mentioned below:
I was going to Lucknow, there in the train two old ladies were narrating the stories of them and the ladies in their respective families being looted. They cited many instances how they were looted on the streets of Delhi. So, as a result they came up with the idea of keeping the original jewellery within the lockers and go out on the streets with a replacement jewellery stuff made up of Bentex and other materials. I noticed those ladies weren’t ready to give up wearing jewellery but were concentrating to find a lookalike replacement. So, I asked them, “You want to spend money buying original stuffs and keep ‘em at lockers and spend more on fake jewellery to minimize the loss?” They replied, “Yes.” I further asked then why don’t you stop buying the original, when you won’t be able to wear ‘em and just go on with fake, they replied in negative and said, “It’s just not possible.” It won’t be a exaggerating if I say it’s their fantasy only to have and buy expensive stuffs despite all the odds.
These never ending demands and fetishes are perhaps the most telling reasons for the greed and obligations one generates towards bribery and unfair means of getting money, that’s what we call Corruption.

P.S. : Plz don't get offended it's mere a satire and a kind of observation which is not meant to hurt any specific community. But honestly, women are inseparable part one's life. In fact its them who are creditable for the development of humans and society. They really are the GOD's most beautiful and admirable creations but its still true they are extravagant and are the reason behind all the corruption lol. Comments are welcome.


Thursday 6 May 2010

हिंदी की बात बहुत होती है, लेकिन हिंदी में बात कम होती है |

Hon'ble PM Manmohan Singh lavishing praise for English:
"Of all the legacies of the British Raj, none is more important than the English language and the modern school system. That is, if you leave out cricket! Of course, people here may not recognise the language we speak, but let me assure you that it is English! In indigenising English, as so many people have done in so many nations across the world, we have made the language our own. Our choice of prepositions may not always be the Queen's English; we might occasionally split the infinitive; and we may drop an article here and add an extra one there. I am sure everyone will agree, however, that English has been enriched by Indian creativity as well and we have given you R.K. Narayan and Salman Rushdie. Today, English in India is seen as just another Indian language.

It used to be said that the sun never sets on the British Empire. I am afraid we were partly responsible for sending that adage out of fashion! But, if there is one phenomenon on which the sun cannot set, it is the world of the English speaking people, in which the people of Indian origin are the single largest component."

-That's the gratitude and respect by our H'nble PM Mr. Manmohan Singh who happened to be a graduate of Oxford to the most defining era in Indian History and to the legacy they gave us (not accounting for the legacy they took away from us). 

Ex- PM Shri Atal Behari Vajpayee anguishing on the condition of Hindi:
"It is a bitter truth that even now (56 years after Independence), Hindi has not been able to achieve the position (of an official language) ...[But] the real fight is neither between Hindi and other regional languages nor between Hindi and English but between 'the Indian and English mentality'. What happened that we have not been able to make Hindi an effective language of communication? Why we failed in the endeavour? हिंदी की बात बहुत होती है, लेकिन हिंदी में बात कम होती है |"

-This is the anguish of a poet who happened to be our prime minister as well Shri A. B. Vajpayee. 

Above we have seen two rather contrasting views over language of India. One is lavishing out praises for English and the legacy of British Raj and other is lamenting the mentality of people even after the Independence. If we amble through these two speeches made at different times, one can clearly find out the difference between the two mentalities and why later had to point out the question of 'the Hindi and English mentality'. 

One is smirking about the inefficiency in speaking English (I wonder does that really make you feel real proud and cause to smile in front of a crowd who brought that era of disarray upon you?) and still proudly say that we constitute to the highest speakers of a language which was inflicted on us and other is deploring at the condition of the language we possess(ed) and very sadly expresses, "हिंदी की बात बहुत होती है, लेकिन हिंदी में बात कम होती है |"

One proudly say that we are the torch bearers of the legacy enforced to us and won't ever let the  "Sun set again on English" and other is moaning why even after so many years we couldn't do anything towards the betterment of our own culture and language, why we failed in our endeavour? 

The question later aggrieved is very valid in current scenario and to regain our glory of great Nalanda and Takshilla, we need to mull over this fact. English might be a language to communicate with the world or the "Queen's State - The British Empire", we might have given some legendary authors and contributed heavily towards English but its certainly not a language of a common Indian residing in a village. We don't really need to carry a legacy imposed on us, rather we need to strengthen ours, which was well torn apart and burnt by the very English Men just because of their fear of Indian culture being the richest in whole world. We think the language of British which is bestowed to 'us and other countries they ruled', is the only language we can have to communicate across our nation. Perhaps that's why our official language is English despite only 12% of Indians use this language as their means of communication. We need to rego about our theory about the language of education of our children, our nation and what do we really need to do to enrich our own culture. We used to have the best universities in the world, we gave the best scientists and the basics of Maths, the Surgery in Medical Sciences, Yog, Ayurved (no 'a' in the end, it's a mere addition in English to give it a English look) to the world. We did it without the modern pattern of education or English, we need to regain that glory and that can be achieved only if we stick to our originality and value our legacy.

I just pray that what Mr. Singh wants "the Sun won't set again on English" and what Shri. Vajpayee fears "the Sun doesn't set on Hindi" doesn't come true in front of my eyes or even after I am gone.