Thursday, May 28, 2009

Random notes

All good things come to an end, even the IPL. It ended after Lalit Modi thanked his wife and kids for bearing with him as he went about his work, maybe just maybe he must have apologized to us who fell victim to his work. And for once somebody from within has actually cut the BCCI behemoth down to size. And try as much as Modi may the EPL will still be the better event even though I am a cricket buff. I say this because the IPL is an overkill of activity that is jammed into too little time. It is draining for the viewers and the players alike and players risk their limbs for their pot of gold.

Staying with cricket as Gayle showed national duty may not be a big thing after all, and if you want to do national duty then join the armed forces in the era of professional sport it all comes down to money. I sympathize with Gayle coming from a confederation of sovereign national islands; national loyalty may not actually work out. It’s a pity that NRIs who want to play for India were barred because of some nationalist policies that banned people who don’t live in India, representing the country.

The triumph of the underdog was as enjoyable as Slum Dog Millionaire, but it left you wondering if the format in the present scheme is flawed. The best two teams sat out of the summit clash, while the underdogs battled for their moment of glory. Moving from cricket even in the Indian Polling League there was the remarkable march of the underdogs with many first timers and perceived weaklings laughing their way to the Lok Sabha today.

Women on bikes have generally amused me for a few reasons:- 1) They drag their feet along the road (you know what I’m talking about) and till TVS came up with those BSA Champ like side wheels they had no other alternative 2) They wrap a scarf or a dupatta all around them, wear dark glasses, really long gloves and start the bike like a terrorist or bandit queen look alike and some how invariably fail to care for their heads, they forget that complexion or a crown of hair may be useless when they loose their head 3) They manage to sit on the small luggage carriers that some how protrude beyond the bike (usually someone else is on the pillion seat) and manage to remain seated for their journey 4) They can sit with both legs on one side in the conventional fashion when sari clad behind the rider and allow the other woman clad in pants to sit astride the bike behind her 5) they have the same disregard for rules, even if the rules were meant for personal safety like most brainless men do 6) they like to brag about how extremely fast they rode the other day when in all probability they would have done the top speed on their scooty (you know what I am talking about). Its not that I think they are all bad drivers, in fact I always think that the girl I once spotted on a RX as the coolest biker around, till maybe Alisha Abdullah came around.

A new virus is spreading around and it is leaving a few wives frustrated, it is online Scrabble. I am hooked and as I look around on Facebook, it seems to be catching like wild fire. D is getting absolutely frustrated that now Scrabble is keeping me hooked, and when she compared notes with others she found that the same story was being played out in their homes. On a happier note, I have started remembering words that habe been consigned to the depths of grey matter with disuse and constantly discovering new words that I never knew existed before. I just don’t know why it took me so long to get hooked to my childhood passion again.

As mentioned at the start all good things… another thing that has ended is the very silly question that gets thrown at you by anyone / everyone when they know you are married and married in the last few years. You know what I am talking about, the proverbially annoying question, “Any Good news?”. For starters I’m not a news maker and if you want Good news then go buy the news paper or better still read the Bible, stop asking this silly question to others. You would have inferred that if the questions have stopped then 1) there is news 2) we live in peace. Sadly every ending has a new beginning, now I’m getting irritated with “on the family way, you never told me”. Life goes on.

Friday, May 22, 2009

A new dawn

A lot has happened since my last post. The IPL is almost done and we are now at the start of the knock out phase and though I’m a little disappointed that the royals missed out, I am very happy with the final four. The best team, the best balanced team with the coolest captain around and two back markers from last year make for interesting viewing. Though my heart is with the Super Kings, I’m backing the RCB as the spirited underdogs of the campaign. Two days will tell the full story.

I peeled off a small bit of the indelible ink from my fore finger and there in lies a tale. I voted and though my vote was just among another 2000 odd in the final count, I felt happy that this election was one like no other before it. For once the country voted in large numbers and they voted with a head and a heart. For once many well known personalities competed as independents just to show that politics is not a cess pool.We saw a vote for continuity, stability and a vote for performance. I read a text on Facebook that said ”Thank God the UPA won, now the minorities can continue to live in India”, an unfair comment to our secular country but a sign of the times and the campaigns that dominated the political space. Opportunists were dumped en masse and all those fence sitters who thought that they could go with the tide found themselves stranded in some sand bank. One leader in particular is the cause of much merriment today having been blanked out in TN after jumping ship yet again. The list of opportunists and regional chieftains who bit the dust is spectacular and it must be a humbling experience for those who thought that the public was ignorant.

Staying with opportunism, the news media is agog with one geriatric trying to flood the parliament with his progeny and you wonder what would have happened if he had a few more families that what is currently accepted. What irks the discerning public is the obscene clamour for cabinet berths that are publicly known to be money pots. Last term one crook destroyed or put into cold storage one glittering achievement of Mr. Vajpayee that ensured the country will be connected by road in all four directions, sadly the plan got hijacked and almost buried. Now the ministry that made it to the IIM for the most spectacular turn around is being coveted, God help us. I have become a big fan of Rahul Gandhi and some day I may become a card carrying member of his party if he continues in the way he is now. The triumvirate of Mr. Singh is King, Sonia Gandhi and Rahul have shown what it is to be politicians with some spine and desire to walk their talk.

Finally I am happy that Jaago Re, Lead India and all the other similar campaigns that helped to make this election a success. I am glad that I got a chance to do my little campaigning through this blog, Facebook, Orkut, Gmail etc and I sit back delighted it was not a wasted effort.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

The buffet table

I really feel sorry for SRK, even more when I see the Sprite ad. In hindsight I wonder if he should have just got some hit men in the team because what is happening on the field is a Knight mare. If you must drop a few catches then for heaven’s sake get 170 odd runs behind you as CSK showed the other night. Even captain cool was disturbed with that run out circus.

As for Mr. Sun who keeps repeating the same set of set phrases every other time no matter who inappropriate they seem maybe a stint in VETA may effect a change around. If the game turns on its head twice then it gets back to standing position again, so what the big idea? I really do think that a little experience would aid commentary for how many of those wielding the mike has played 20 / 20 or even an international one day match in recent times? Or you should be a trained professional with some mike skills. “Ho Ho Ho” may sound appropriate for Santa Claus and even kids don’t fall for it nowadays and yet we have one wise man that does it on TV.

The other day I happened to notice a chauffer driven black Accord near me waiting for the green light at the Nandanam signal. I saw an executive looking guy work on his laptop in the low light; I was sufficiently impressed till the car moved forward to reveal a game of Solitaire in full flow. Some things never change.

Mafia Wars on Facebook (if you didn’t know it’s an app that has caught my fancy) is taking up a significant part of my FB time. I have reached level 42 something and have five 5 star hotels, a few mega casinos, diners etc and a whole lot of cash. My mafia incidentally is 11 strong and tends to get licked in many a fight but I pick on the smaller mafias and end up winning a few (I haven’t figured out another way to win as yet, maybe you have some ideas). It is fun and silly at the same time and till it wears out I may move up a few more levels still.

Have changed my mobile after my MY700X died on me, heard my brother’s also gave up the ghost in about the same time. D put the idea of Xpress Music 5310 in my head and after a short search I ended up with it only. Decent phone but the play list is painful and having had fun with Sagem this is a dampener. Otherwise it is a sleek and slim phone and as is my nature have dropped it a few times and got it duly scratched so that everyone knows it’s my phone. And yes yet to figure out how to connect to the net through Wi fi with the phone.

A while ago there was a mad rush of people getting married with me and all around me and now it’s the time of the baby boom. I’m getting invited to a few weddings (the last few singles of my age) and many christenings of late. Conversations have switched from fast cars and girl watching to prams and babysitting. Newer responsibilities get added every day and now with one more life to fret about and added complications at work it seems that my plate is overloaded from a huge buffet line.

So I have no better option than to hit the table after all D has a ready stock of Pudin Hara at home for any eventualities.