Archive for September, 2007

Cricket Is…. (1)

September 26, 2007

Twenty-twenty cricket has arrived with a rain of sixes.

Ravi Shastry called this version “mickey mouse”, compared to the orthodox world of Test Cricket. But then he was quick to admit that it was one helluva entertaining mouse, a “big bandicoot”!

What a lot of change the game has undergone since the times when it was a genteel sport of pucca sahibs!

Sure its a lot of fun now, but cricket of old had its magic too…

So here’s a shot at a “Cricket is…” series, along the lines of “Love is…”

Cricket is Bishen Bedi bowling maiden over after maiden over, sans end….

Cricket is Sunil Gavaskar opening his score with a first ball four off the fast bowler’s loosener.

Cricket is Sunil Gavaskar raising his bat high over his shoulders, ball after ball, to let go the ball ‘just outside the offstump’.

Cricket is Sunil Gavaskar and Eknath Solkar holding the innings together, after half the side has gone for 75 runs…

Cricket is Eknath Solkar crouching at forward short leg….

Cricket is Eknath Solkar suddenly flying into the TV screen from forward short leg, and catching Tony Greig’s defensive shot, straight off the bat…

Cricket is Venkataraghavan taking a real sharp catch, standing at gully.

Cricket is Abid Ali running in diagonally to bowl nice medium pace…

Cricket is Salim Durrani scoring a six…

Cricket is GR Vishwanath, off the front foot,  square cutting a fast bowler for a sizzling four…

Cricket is Sandhu castling Gordon Greenidge with his in swinger in the 1983 World Cup finals…

Cricket is Kapil Dev running back, looking up over his shoulder, and taking Vivian Richard’s catch in the 1983 World Cup finals….

                                                   ……The series goes on……

How about you folks adding more ?

Ananda

September 22, 2007

“Print Less, Save More…. Think Twice Before you hit that ‘Print’ button… A Single printout costs paper, ink and electricity….You will be saving all three…”, says a message that shows  a printer in Red, and many nice circles of ‘Green’ around it…

Brightly designed and printed on the best of paper… Nice poster this, pasted on every wall of all buildings of my office…I smile at the irony, and remember the Vedantic maxim that you need a thorn to remove a thorn…

Leaving the walls behind, I go for a drive…and I walk into a campus of acres wild…Lots of trees…This is perhaps ‘no-gardening’ season in this campus, as tall weeds are waving in abandon….Nice breeze, bringing in the smell of the sea…twenty minutes later, I reach a near empty beach. The sea to myself. …the sea seems in a nice, frisky mood today…waves rush in, bringing a foamy look, bubbling…I lift a palmful of the ocean… we play… had this been soap water, it would have been an ideal setting t blow nice, large, colorful soap bubbles…gentle drops of rain join the game… I turn to see the Sun joining as well… The evening Sun, bright yellow, changing colors, going down… as I gaze at the Sun, a fellow walker, coming towards me, smiles, lifts his hand and waves an arc, pointing the sky behind me…I turn back to the sea, and look skywards…

A double rainbow… visible end-to-end…the two ends rising out of the sea…a beautiful semicircle rising up, high, into the sky… peering through the semicircle, I feel as if I am a part of the retina of  the eye of the sky…

…such joy…money can’t buy…

Mumbai Jottings - 2

September 19, 2007

Prominent Vaishnava symbols adorned the stately portal of the temple…

Leaving the footwear in the car, we zig-zagged our way between parked vehicles and this and that, and entered the portal. A little office to the left. Walking on, one entered the first enclosure. On one side was a shrine that had the image of the Acharya who built the temple. Having the pontific title of Jagadguru Gaadi Swami, his name was Sri Ananthachariar, and he was the head of the Kanchi Prativadi Bhayankara Mutt.

The temple was built during the period 1920 to 1927.

There was a majestic temple flagstaff (dhwaja stambha) in the inner courtyard. A few steps led to the sanctum. The sanctum of Lord Venkateshwara was curtained off. We enquired from a few folks sitting around and came to know that the curtain would be opened half an hour later, at around 8 AM. When you come to Lord Venkateshwara - you just cant walk in and have a breezy Darshan! (Someone told us later that the best time to visit is around 10 AM. When you can see some special worship and also receive some hot Pongal Prasaada…).

So we strolled around the inner courtyard, looked at the temple tower (Gopuram), the subsidiary shrines, the murals….The entire Bhagavad Gita was etched on the outer wall. Pictures of Lord Vishnu of all 108 Divya Desha (divine abodes of Vishnu), adorned the walls as well.

We sat down in the courtyard to wait for the Darshan. Someone started chanting Purusha Sooktam and a few other hymns from the Vedas - and it was 8 AM pretty quick. Temple musicians played instrumental music. Someone blew a conch. Someone rang the temple bells. And we walked in to the sanctum.

On the left was a shrine that housed icons of Lord Varadaraja (Lord Vishnu as the King who grants boons), Sri Devi, Lakshmi Narsimha, Sudarshana Chakra and sacred stone Shalagramams. On the right was a shrine that housed Lord Krishna, with Satyabhama and Rukmini…and the Rama quartet - Rama, Sita, Lakshmana and Anjaneya.

And in front, was the sanctum sanctorum, where stood Lord Venkateshwara - Balaji - in all his majesty. The priests chanted Tamil and Sanskrit hymns, and waved Aarti lights, offered Naivedya Prasaada…The bells rang on….

One of the priests then made kind enquiries…He mentioned the names of some Directors in the Board of our company and our parent company …”They visit often” he said…

And then he enquired about the share market…”What do you feel are the prospects of your company’s shares? Will the market remain down?” he enquired. While we fumbled for an answer, he sympathetically said, “Well,,,I know,,, I know,,. Market is down due to the economic issues in USA…sub-prime crisis….still, it affects here too….i am asking you this to figure out whether it is a good time to buy…”…As we stuttered something, he added a final flourish - “Well…I do have some shares of your company…It’s a top company….But this I must tell you….The performance should have been better….The returns that I have got is just one third of what I expected….”…

With that, he gave us Kalkandu Prasaada, the temple pancangam calendar, and asked us to visit again, every time we came to Mumbai…

Hail Lord Venkateshwara!

Govinda-Go-oooo-vinda!

Mumbai jottings - 1

September 13, 2007

Just back from a refreshing, albeit hectic, visit to Mumbai…

By some smile of Karma, this time in Mumbai, I got to stay at a guest house right on Marine Drive. Pinch me. I still am in a daze. Imagine going for a nice long walk, all along the curve of sea on the marine drive walkway…I got to do that on Sunday night, after supper, 9:30 pm or so. And then again, the morning after. Joining the low buzz of Bombay bees. Walking along Mumbai’s road of gold, with a magnificent view of the sweep of the sea, in an atmosphere of lighthearted joy that one and all seem to exude in that ambience, I felt a genuine sense of freedom - almost like being a part of a loose formation of birds, up high in the sky.

Land’s end at Marine Drive. Place to be. The smell of the sea is energizing, life-giving. The skyline is enchanting. The shoreline is fairy-tale stuff, with all the triple-cone-edged concrete piles, piled up as bulwarks against the sea, making one wonder if Asterix and Obelix had come to party here, and piled these up as a prank they played on British pirates.

Salaam Mumbai!

Wednesday morning, saw a couple of us colleagues take off at 7 am, seeking a Balaji temple that someone had said was there in the vicinity somewhere. Some enquiries narrowed the google-earth focus to Charni Road station and thereabouts. Going past Churchgate Station, one was awake to the morning vibrancy of  Mumbai, with the sight of countless office goers buzzing out of the railway station, like an endless swarm of locusts. We were halted by a one-way road somewhere opposite Charni Road station…(Charni Road, by the way, was apparently so named because it used to be a place earmarked for cattle to graze, all those years ago..)…The driver of our cab, Shatrughan, a veteran of Mumbai, knew his roads, and so decided to treat us to a special Mumbai intro, by driving us through intricate inner lanes…More often than not, our progress was halted by a crush of vehicles frozen in stalemate…A garbage truck reversing down our road added to the melee. If we were blood vessels, we might have been traversing some intricate maze of arteries and approaching multiple blocks on the way to the heart.

Life in the inner lanes sure was a show of vibrant tapestry. The buildings lining the lanes had all woken up, yawned, and breathed out a whole lot of people, who were all peacefully ensconced all over here and there…School kids were walking and cycling…So many people, so many vehicles, so little space to live and move. But all the crush didn’t cause any heartburn. No one grumbled, no one seemed to bear any grudge. Perhaps that’s the charm of Mumbai. Somehow, one and all made way for each other, all the while progressing oneself. We too moved sideways and forward, turning here and there, and suddenly, there we were…

At the temple of Balaji…In the heart of Mumbai, a south Indian temple…

Sri Venkatesha Dewasthanam, Seetharam Poddar Marg, Phanaswadi, Mumbai….

                                                                        …To be contd….

Its an Ad, ad, ad world…

September 9, 2007

One of the enduring memories I have of tongas in old time Delhi is the blinkers that the horses wore. Also called ‘blinders’, these help the horses to look straight ahead, and be blind to peripheral distractions.

Now that’s real horse sense. Something we humans could do with - what with all the ‘mindgrab’ that the world attempts to do.

Drive down any  decent stretch of road in any of the metros. What do you see (other than the traffic)? Hoardings, hoardings and more hoardings, of all sizes. It is an all out assault on the senses. And in Chennai, for instance, the scale is colossal. You cant lift your eyes without it being taken by some advertisement or the other. Politicians take the cake. They are all over. Then the commercial adverts - with titillating models displaying their wares. If you think that you can somehow escape by exercising iron will over  your eyes, and not allow it to turn left or right, you are wrong. In the median divider in the middle of the road,  you may well be subjected to an endless row of advertisement signs, an Ad every ten or fifteen feet. Timed to perfection, one advert per one blink of your eyes in a moving car. Slam, slam, slam…it just goes on and on - there is no escape.

Same is the case with TV. You cant see a decent cricket match without offering yourself as a sacrificial victim at the altar of commerce. Ads, ads, all the time. Between the overs, and during the overs too. When a fellow scores a boundary, or a fifty or a hundred, or when a wicket falls, or during water breaks…Just imagine having to put up with the same Ad over and over again…For eg, this ad of some email website, which shows a man clad in just his underwear running out into the streets screaming his “yoooooreka” joy about the website…or that one by a cell phone company that demonstrates how slim their phones are, by showing a man and a woman slashing each others clothes with the cell phone in a fence fight of sorts….

And then they sms ads to your cell phones. And hound you with calls….”Mr Defenseless! You have been selected to receive our Gold Card, free of charge…”

Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!

Janmashtami

September 4, 2007

Stainless Steal

Today
Is the day of birth
of the brilliant blue
of Brindavana

The stealer of butter
and hearts…

Born at midnight
He steals sleep;

Beware,beware, thrice beware
For this thief
Will leave you with nothing,
This prison-born
Takes no prisoners…

Dont even glance at him.

He will steal your very life
with his smile.

A maestro lives on…

September 2, 2007

They celebrated the memory of music maestro Sri R Vishweshwaran today. If the function could be described in one word, I would say the word is ‘Perfect’. There was sheer perfection in every which way.

The sky was overcast, and the weather just perfect, when we drove round the Kapaleeshwara temple to the venue of the function - Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan. Sri Vishweshwaran’s wife, Smt Chitra, the renowned Bharatanatyam artiste, was standing right at the door, personally receiving one and all. Not a small task, considering that it was a full house that came today to honor the memory of the maestro.

Chitra herself played the role of MC for the function. The intensity of the occasion showed in her demeanor, as she delivered every word from the depths of where heartfelt emotions are born. The function opened with a group dance of her students, dancing to the recorded song of Sri Vishweshwaran. Eminent people who have played a key role in Sri Vishweshwaran’s life spoke thereafter. There were two people whom Sri Vishweshwaran revered, who he considered as Avatara Purushas. Both were present for the occasion. One of them is the great Santoor artiste, Padma Vibhushan Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma. The other is the immortal music director of Tamil cinema, Sri MS Vishwanathan. “The only thing that Vishwesh did not do for them is to build temples for their worship…He revered them so much”, said Chitra…

Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma looked just perfect in his white long Kurta suit. His shock of silver hair, his tall and slim bearing, all added to the magic of his music mystique. Speaking of Sri Vishweshwaran, he said that it was perhaps  more difficult to find a worthy disciple, than it was to find a proper Guru. Vishwesh was his disciple of choice, who had brought Santoor, an instrument of Kashmir, to the southern shores of India. He spoke of Vishwesh’s hunger to learn Santoor, although he was already extremely proficient in other instruments and other forms of music.

Mrs YG Parathasarathi spoke of her memories of Vishwesh and complemented Chitra and Vishwesh as the perfect couple.

Her talk was followed by a Bharatanatyam number, danced to the recorded voice of Vishwesh singing a lilting Tamil number. A number that depicts the pangs of Viraha (separation) that follows the Sambhoga (union) -  a perfect piece of Shringara-Bhakti, a composition of Periasami Thooran.

Sri CV Chandrashekar, the doyen of Kalakshetra (‘the Bheeshma Pitama of Nritya’, said Chitra), spoke next. He too looked a picture of perfection. He dwelt on the personal side of Vishwesh, his lineage, and some personal reminiscences. He spoke of the time when he had presented a song on Lord Ganesha, written by Goswami Tulasidas, which he had set in Raga Kalavati. He remembered how pleased Vishwesh had been with the number, observing that tune had brought out well the rotund girth of Ganesha! He spoke of that concert of Vishwesh in Nungambakkam Cultural Academy, on a day that had so much rain that few could make it there. However, Sri Chandrasekar due to his love for Hindustani music had somehow made it, braving the monsoon. And about how pleased Vishwesh was, who hugged him and said that he was not anxious about the low audience count, because a person who was so knowledgeable about Hindustani music had come to hear him.

The great music director MS Vishwanathan too spoke about Vishwesh. How wonderful it was to see MSV, the music-maestro of perfection! Resplendent with Vibhooti on his forehead, clad in  simple Dhoti and shirt, he spoke with great emotion. In fact he said that he would not be able to speak, choked as he was with emotion…”I will end up crying, and end up making you cry too…” he said. He spoke of the ‘manida neyam’ - the great humanness of Vishwesh.

Poojya Vittamma, the mystic sage, spiritual guru of the Vishweshwarans gave the Anugraha Bhashana. Her speech was such sheer perfection that it would not be meet to even try to describe it. She released a CD of music of Sri Vishweshwaran. The CD titled ‘Antardhwani - Song of the Soul” has some of his vocal and instrumental renderings. A collectors item. The proceeds of the sales of this CD was to go for Rasa - A school for the differently abled children. A group of happy disabled children received the first CDs from her.

The stage itself was very artfully decorated. They had put up all the instruments that Vishwesh used to play, and he played quite a few of them. They had such a lovely picture of his - one where he, kind of, jumps out of the frame.

All in all, a wonderful tribute, to a wonderful man. Yes, the maestro lives on.