Wake up BCCI !

If you ask a 15 year old that what’s the biggest horror in his academic life, in all likelihood he will say it’s the board examinations that scare him the most. Of course it’s one of the toughest challenges a student faces in his life. The question papers are set by some unknown examiner, the answer sheets are evaluated by someone unfamiliar and most of the times, examination center is also new. During non-board exams, we have the luxury that our own teacher will set the paper, he will ask only those questions which are from the chapters covered in the class, infact sometimes he will tell us about the important questions too . But the case of board examinations is very different. Rightly so, one’s success is measured in terms of how well he/she faired in board examinations. Let’s try to relate it to cricket. A cricket team’s success is defined by its performance on foreign tours because on foreign tours, question paper (cricket pitch) is prepared by some unknown person, the evaluators (international media) are not so kind to you and the examination center (the stadium) is also away from your home. Here, we cannot ask the curator (examiner) to prepare the pitch (paper) of our liking. This explains why a foreign tour is always a tough assignment for Indian cricketers. And as expected, due to lack of preparation, we falter big time! Now the concept of pre-board exams becomes so important. As in school, during pre-board exams, the question paper is set in exactly the same format which we will be getting in the board exams. However in cricket, during pre-boards too, we continue to practice the patters which we will be missing in the final exams. Here the role of our institute or I should say the role of BCCI becomes so important. As administrators, they are supposed to provide us with right kind of practice pitches, to provide us with a suitable time frame to make adjustments. Well, unfortunately, we continue to play on flat and bald surfaces in India. Here, we should look at the other cricket board. ECB had sent English team to Australia almost 2 weeks before the Ashes began. Hence they got right kind of practice that was required before the series began. But just look at BCCI, they had sent Indian team to the rainbow nation just 3 days before the ODI series began. Hence no time for practice, hence dismal show by Indian team! It’s so easy for us to blame it on Indian players that they lack adaptability; but in my opinion, the scheduling of tours also hold the key. I am wondering what was the need of ODI series against the Windies  team. They could have scheduled just the test series and straightaway after that they could have sent Indian team for South African safari. To complete the formality, they scheduled one 2 days practice match before test series and that too got washed out. As a result, Indian team will be playing the ODI and the test series without any practice match. I will be surprised to see if Indian team can manage to win or draw a few matches. If that happens, that should purely be credited to our cricketers because the board had made it sure for players to be nailed mercilessly. It’s high thethat BCCI takes the results and the reputation of Indian team more seriously. It is time when they understand that no matter how well we do in our domestic examinations, its the foreign exams that will count the most! Wake up , BCCI !

The wall will always stand tall :)

Discussion on various topics is an integral part of my life in my room. Very seldom there will be a span of 10-15 minutes when I and Saransh will not discuss something, topics varying from sports, politics to word-meanings and their usage. But this Sunday night was unusual. I was sitting numb in my bed, and when I regained my senses, I found I had been staring at my laptop screen for last so many minutes. I had lost the count of the time. Then I looked at Saransh, he too was sitting quietly. In normal circumstances, everyday he will pick some number and he will sing it and re-sing it throughout the day, at times out of nowhere. But that night even his song had been lost. Somewhere we both were feeling the same void that had just been created in our life. Well, this is life I said to myself and prepared myself for the upcoming struggle to move on.

                I will like to go back in past by some 16-17 years .Although I was a kid at that time but this viral of cricket had arrested me too. By that time Sachin was a huge figure in Indian cricket. Every now and then he will rip apart the bowling line ups and outcome of a match largely depended on how he played. Rightly so, almost all my friends were his fans, while rest of them did not take any interest in cricket. I too admired Sachin but he was definitely not the one who was my favorite. Today even after so many years I am unaware of the reason that made Rahul Dravid my favorite batsman. I guess I was too young and immature at that time to value the test cricket. But somehow Dravid had gained my attention and for next 15 years, my admiration for him kept growing by many folds. My friends used to tease me, mock me telling me how I can like someone as my favorite batsman who could bat just at strike rate of 70 runs per 100 balls which used to fall below 50 in test matches. At that time neither I felt the necessity to answer them, neither I actually had any answer. Afterall their facts were right and were in accordance with rest of the cricket community. As a result, Rahul Dravid was discarded by most of the fans and the rulers of the game. But Dravid had some other plans. He did not get bogged down by expulsions from the team or from hearts of his fans. He kept working hard and harder. He still was far away from getting close to Sachin in terms of stroke play but by that time he had made his own identity and place in the team. Following years were the best for Rahul as they witnessed the consolidation of Rahul-The Wall; a Structure  that will continue to support Indian cricket for years to come.

Alongside Rahul, I too was fighting some battles of my own. As a guy from a small village in Agra, I was struggling to fit in the city life of Jalandhar. Jump from a Hindi medium school to an English medium school was proving tough to cope with. Everynow and then my classmates would laugh at my broken English or make fun of my appearance as I did not have a stylish hair cut as they did or I did not have a car to race with their’s. Life was indeed tough, needless to mention how much I was struggling in studies. Every now and then I will try to take inspiration from Rahul’s life. I will try to recall how people had discarded him, calling him unfit for shorter version of the game but he never gave up. My challenges were different but Rahul’s spirit and willpower was something that made me believe that I can also learn English, I can also fit in city life, I can also improvise. Well, I did not end up being next Rahul Dravid, but yeah this inspiration really helped me to grow.

Rahul had not just motivated just his fans but his team mates too. His stint at Rajasthan Royals is an example of his ability to influence his peers. From an 18 year old kid Sanju to a 41 year old veteran Tambe, Rahul succeeded in harnessing the every single gram of talent they had in them. It is indeed remarkable to hear that Sanju and Tambe were called for trials, where the scouts of Rajasthan Royals alongwith Rahul saw some amazing potential in these guys which rest of the teams could not. Result is in front of us. We all have witnessed that how these lesser known players went on to become huge success in CLT20. Not just this, with his demeanor and his conduct on field, Rahul influenced his fans to an extent that people did not lose faith in Rajasthan Royals despite four of their players being caught in spot fixing. We all believed that since its Rahul’s team, sab theek he hoga! Going back to Sunday night, it was so pleasing to hear people chanting his name while it was Sachin’s last match too. Rahul always believed that he has nothing to prove to anyone. He always answered to his inner self, something that set him apart. It’s true that Rahul did not enjoy the fairytale ending that he deserved, but he will be satisfied with the respect and love he has managed to accumulate, more than that, he will be satisfied with his contribution to the team. For me, it’s been an exhilarating journey following him, admiring him, adoring him. Thank you Rahul for giving so much joy!  New legends will be born, the game will carry on, but the wall will always stand tall!

Time travel to the old days....

If cricket was a religion, India will be called a “Cricket Nation” in place of Hindu nation. Right from our childhood, cricket becomes an indispensable part of life. Some of us might avoid the trap by opting for other sports but in real sense, we can’t just avoid cricket because our friends, family member, fellow bus passengers, chai walas or our boss; atleast few of them will turn out to be the followers of this undeclared religion. And as in the case of Hinduism, here too we have multiple Gods. And co-incidently, like Brahmha , Vishnu and Mahesh- the three pillars of Hinduism, Indian cricket too has Sachin, Saurav and Rahul as the trinity , the one considered to be the base of this foundation. And I dare not say it but the truth is we will find more fundamentalist and extremist cricket fans then we will find such intensity towards the religion. And commercialization, as in the case of religion, has taken a hit on cricket too. Sadly, the joy derived from worshipping this game has decremented immensely. I will like to recall my childhood. Being a native of small village in Agra, I did not have the luxury of watching live telecast of cricket matches unless telecasted on Doordarshan. Everytime Indian will tour overseas; there will be no medium to check the scores as matches were aired on ESPN-Star mostly. Mobile phones were meant to be for richer section of the society. So I will stand by road side at 5.30 in the morning and wait for the newspaper vendor and turn through the pages quickly and find the sports page. What followed was 1 hour’s bus journey to school with constant chatter. Match analysis, expert opinions and predictions for the next day will be the flavor of the day. And if match was being played in Australia or New Zealand, half of our predictions would have been proved wrong already as match will be underway (it begins in the early morning hours as per IST). But we will get to know this next day at 5.30 only. Everytime school bus will pass by a tv shop , all the necks will come out of window , some getting a glimpse of runs scored, some getting a count of wickets fallen. And then there will be a discussion, all detectives presenting their findings and thus, we will get an update on the score card. Those days cricket matches were not so frequent. Everytime a tour was over, we will wait desperately for the next season to begin. And I must say, this wait was no lesser exciting than the one for Diwali, Holi or our birthdays. Life was fun during those days, cricket was cherished much more than it is today. Today in the age of Twitter, cricinfo and Akshay Bhai, one does not have to put in so much effort to get these updates or wait for next match does not last for that long, but somewhere the fun is missing. I don’t know whether it’s our daily routine that has made it this way or something else, but like rupee, value of joy derived from cricket is all time low. Something that’s a matter of concern. And unfortunately, BCCI, unlike RBI, seems less potent at handling this fall. If time travel ever becomes a reality, I will like to go back in time and witness the same era of desperation and excitement about cricket. Time has proved time and again that nothing lasts forever. But we can certainly prolong the life span. But when it comes to cricket, I can see soul and the body are at the verge of parting ways… Someone there to take a note? 

Media: Do they deserve our faith?

They say that a pen is such a powerful tool which can change the lives of millions in a single move. Here I am referring to pen as a symbol for media. If we go back in past by a decade, we have seen that media has played such an eminent role in shaping the framework of Indian society. There have been numerous instances where media has exposed scams, has reported hidden crimes and has also helped in galvanizing the Indian society to come forward and show some restraint to all the undesirable things existing in our society, hence gaining the faith of billions of Indians. We have seen in past that how media helped people to come out of their shells and fight for their rights, fight for the justice. Jessica Lal murder case, Anna Hazare’s movement, and Delhi Gang rape protests: all these movements have received unprecedented support from media. We believe in what we watch and what we read but every now and then we are made to think that whether if what we watch and what we read is the actual truth or it is something that’s being shown to us as per the part of an agenda. There is no denying that with great powers come great responsibilities and there has always been a question mark whether if media is using their powers for putting forward the truth or like in so many superhero movies, their powers are being mis-utilized by the media themselves or a group of powerful people. And yes, unfortunately here too there have been so many examples of media messing up with the issues and thus creating a false story or diverting the story from the truth. Every now and then media has been questioned on the grounds of favoring a group of people or intentionally downgrading some story or the other. Let’s take example of recent spot fixing fiasco in IPL. Right from the day 1 of this news being exposed, media in a quest to be sensational has created false impressions in the minds of people, thus diverting from their responsibility which comes in coordination with their power of mass appeal. They forget that in this quest to be sensational and different, they are putting the reputation of people on stake, completely forgetting that in case of their guesses proving to be false, the damage that will be done to those individuals will be beyond any repair. Not just this, this spot fixing thing has once again showed that how media can be biased towards a group of people. I am a die-hard fan of a leading website for cricket fans but one of their recent efforts at being responsible on this sensitive issue of spot fixing has really raised a question mark on them. Recently they blocked fans’ comments on some of their posts related to team Rajasthan and spot fixing in IPL because they wanted to discourage the improper comments but hey wait, where were they when whole world was shouting and cursing Pakistani players when Butt, Asif and Amir were exposed. Just because PCB doesn’t hold the same power in cricketing world as BCCI does makes PCB susceptible to criticism and a less sensitive subject?! This is one of those countless instances where media has made fun of trust of people and of their influence on the minds of their audience. I wish someday some news channel or newspaper will expose the ill-practices of Indian media. Amen!

The one name that drives the nation…

Right now sitting in 13240 Patna express, visiting home after couple of months. But somewhere mind is sitting back in the east DDCA stand of Ferozshah Kotla. Let’s go back by a couple of days. Final day of mock project at work. While preparing for client checkpoint, a thought came to the mind. How about watching the 2^nd day of ongoing 4^th test match between India and Australia. Well, who better than Sumeet to give company for this cricketing partnership. He agreed, tickets were booked and plans were formed to witness the unwitnessed. A special occasion always requires a special costume. After a lots of thought process, Sumeet decided to go ahead with his CSK jersey and I opted for newly bought BCCI jersey. We were supposed to collect tickets from Ambedkar Football stadium, where we were told that we have to get them from a van near Rajghat. Well, while going towards the van, we came across a group of spectators returning after claiming their tickets and the way they cheered us and guided us towards the van, we felt overwhelmed. India is a country of so many languages but everynow and then I get amazed that how cricket has emerged as a common language and this was just one proof of it. Well, we got our tickets, cleared the security check points. This was neither Sumeet’s first experience of watching a live match, neither mine but I must admit that those few steps from security checkpoints to the entry of stands were something that was inexplicably amazing. We found our seats just a few rows back from boundary lines. Aussies were batting. It was probably the second over of the day and guess what, Sachin Tendulkar was pushed to Long-on for fielding. Now the crowd went crazy. There was just one cheer… Just one voice that has been driving the nation crazy for over two decades. We witnessed that amazing chant.. Sacchhiiinnn.. Sachin. We joined in too. And then, the master obliged, turned back and waived his shy and grateful hand towards the spectators. And we felt as if we just hit a jackpot. This incident kept repeating and the joy-everytime it was the same. After few minutes, Ashwin claimed a wicket. But the Sachin chant carried on. This might very well be Sachin’s last appearance in India in an international match, so the occasion was even more special. Finally the Aussies were bolwed out and India came out for batting. Since morning I was hoping for the two players to get out so that we get to watch the Master batting in front of our eyes. Well, that looked unlikely seeing the way Pujara and Vijay were batting. Pujara played some breathtaking shots but guess what, the chant was still for the Master. Now, Pujara departed. Aah, we would rather have seen the back of Vijay but nonetheless, the chances of Sachin coming out to bat improved. Now came the local boy Kohli a.k.a Cheeku. Well, my prayers for next wicket became stronger. We just had 30 odd minutes to left as I had catch this train in the evening so anxiety doubled. Will Sachin come to bat in next 30 minutes or not? After a few deliveries, Kohli was adjudged out.  The local boy fell. Well, I straightaway jumped in the air. But in a moment I calmed down fearing being kicked by Sumeet and crowd, afterall I was supporting India. But guess what, whole stadium erupted in a feeling of joy. For a moment, Australia might have felt they are playing in MCG or SCG. I believe we Indians are the only people who can celebrate the wicket of their team falling. I felt so bad for cheeku but soon the feeling was overtaken by the joy of Master’s anticipated arrival. Well, kohli returned to dressing room, yet no signs of Sachin. Then we heard a cheer from Tata End, who had got a better view of Pavilion’s entry and then came out Sachin. I wish I could describe what it felt like. The entire crowd of 25000 + stood on their feet and gave a thunderous standing ovation, a loud cheer to Sachin. It was a dream come true. It was like that today I was being rewarded for my lifelong worship of this game. Quickly wiping those tears, I joined the Sachin chant. I always heard that there were times when streets went empty while Sachin was batting. Always appeared little exaggerated to me but my experience yesterday made me believe that everything is possible seeing the compassionate support and admiration we have for this little man. Now I can say I have witnessed Sachin-mania in front of my eyes and will take this happy feeling to my grave; such is the feeling. Well, I don’t know we will see the Master again in India or whether if Master will go to Lord’s and mark his presence on the hall of fame board but all I know, he has created an everlasting memory in minds of millions of us and it will stay there forever. 

Success: An absolute phenomenon

How often do we see parents taunting their children because their son or daughter could not achieve what their neighbour Mr. Sharma’s or Mr. Goyal’s son has done! Sometimes we get to see this onscreen, sometimes at our own places or at some friend’s place. Those who have witnessed it personally can tell how bad is the feeling, while the lucky ones who never had to face it can just guess. Such is the felling that the parents whom we have respected and adored like God also appear in grey shade to us. No doubt all these comparisons are intended at our growth in life but there are better ways to encourage, aren’t there? Now let’s take another example. How often it happens that we see a very close friend of ours performing exceedingly well in his life, surpassing the entire criteria to be tagged as successful! No doubt how good we are as a friend; there were times when we felt ‘down and out’ seeing our friends’ progress. No surprises here. Such is the human tendency! But in both the cases mentioned above, we consider the success to be a relative phenomenon. We measure the level of our success against that of our friends, our neighbours and relatives. And this is where we underestimate our potential. Each one of us is born with different level of capabilities, different talents and different strengths. Competing with others certainly forces us to target something whose level is set by someone else. For example, if some friend of yours is all set to make it to the any of the top 5 B-schools of Asia, there is a possibility that competing against him can eclipse your vision and thus you might miss the chance of making it to top 5 B-Schools of World. Not only can this, competing with others can force us to go after something which we are not good at. If Harsha Bhogle had not identified his true potential as a cricket presenter, he may not have achieved what he did and could have ended as a manager after passing out from IIM-A. Today these managers call him for motivational speeches for their employees. There are numerous such examples to sight. Success is always meant to be an absolute phenomenon. If we have to compete with someone, it has to be ‘us’ only. Because nobody, I repeat ‘nobody’ in this world can identify and measure our true potential more accurately than ourselves. This way we will not only be doing justice to our capabilities but also be free from feelings like jealousy and inferiority. Life will be a celebration. We will be able to celebrate the success of our friends in a better way and lead to a more meaningful life. Afterall life is not meant to be a “भेड़ चाल“. 

Is it?