Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Has he bought romance back?

Even as a supporter of a rival team, there is something unmistakably attractive about Manchester United. The sight of roaring supporters in The Old Trafford, dubbed aptly as The Theatre of Dreams or the words of Sir Alex Fergusson in describing Manchester United as the most romantic club in the history of world football.  And boy, why not! By now, clichéd but Alan Hansen’s remark “You’ll never win anything with kids!” being proved wrong by a bunch of boys who first signed their first Manchester United contracts as school boys and went on to the perch of footballing hierarchy.  Better teams have graced the football field with better football. The swashbuckling Invincibles, the ruthless Manchester City. But isn’t it romantic when a group of lads who grew up playing football from nearby towns with dreams of playing for the club finally realize it together? Isn’t this what we watch football for?
               Have you already started drawing the parallels? Wasn’t it only a few months back, when the Pundits said, AAP can win a few votes, not seats. And they won, not a few but many.  Sometimes such as in the case, winning fades into oblivion when compared to the climate change he has ushered in. Idealism is back in vogue, Khadi is in fashion, travelling in buses cool and being Indian is proud again. Helpless romantic that I am, watching a CM travelling in Metro makes me go weak. Indeed, it is a far cry from the Modi euphoria where a messiah from far off lands would come in his saffron chariot to relive us of our miserable existence.  Perhaps, after the next elections the helpful iron-wallah could become our next MLA. Within a few months, the government no longer seems to be them but we really seem to be a part of it.
               The romance notwithstanding, I have been troubled by some of the developments.  The unrestrained sops doled out on citizens and the midnights raids on Nigerian women are depressing. Before you train your guns on Kejri, I will like you to bear with me for a few more moments. The AAP claims to be a party formed by the common man (or woman!) of the country. Let us for a moment assume these claims to be true. Ofcourse, the other parties are not formed by maritians. But, let us assume again that because of reasons like dynasty and monetary issues, they field candidates who are cut-off from the common man of the country. Going by AAP’s claims their manifesto is only a representation of people’s aspirations. And it is not tough to imagine the people wanting cheaper electricity or free water or anything at a lesser price. I am not certain if you could imagine the same, but hailing from a lower middle locality in Pune, the raids against Nigerian women would certainly have had blessings of the society. They would have never been a part of the manifesto formation or or hardly would consider them as a part of us. Perhaps, doling out unwanted subsidies could stop in a few years if the feeling that the Government really is not a separate entity. But, honestly subsidies isn’t my biggest concern.
               A deeper concern is, at citizens are we matured enough to handle power? Or as a society are we? We as individuals or families seem to make decisions which would hold us in good stead over the future but as a society we seem focused on retribution for the present.  Governance among ourselves does seem a romantic idea, but should we trust ourselves to this extent? The Khap panchayats and village panchayats are example of self-governance. Why do we shudder when the punishment for a rape is marriage by the perpetrator? The majority of villagers seem to have placed their trust on the Panchayat to agree on the punishment. Why do “we” want to impose our “rules”? Perhaps, they would realize their folly once educated. What if “we” are acting like a Khap panchayat currently? The members who wrote the Constitution were not elected members but they seem to have done a fair job in the circumstances. In the mitigating circumstances post the bloody Partition I can imagine a lot of pressure on the committee to declare India as a Hindu country to which they did not fall prey to.                
               If AAP is really a reflection of our society, we are most probably expected to fail. But, we could learn.
              


Monday, May 21, 2012

Nafraat Achcha hai.


India, the land of KamaSutra? Umm,it houses Kurushketra too. One of the biggest wars in the eternity of mankind was fought here. Irony, that it might sound, the land is now considered holy and the spilt blood noble. Haven’t we Indians always celebrated war? Or shall we say,a fight? There are countless Dharmayudh(s), the war between the good and the bad or between the holy and evil, fought with so many people and even with ourselves. They say, you cannot be a spectator in a Dharmayudh. You are either black or white. You will vanquish or be vanquished.
            As a nation, we have always liked to fight. The challenge, sometimes against our self is consuming and the feeling of overcoming it, is more special. Yet, wouldn’t be better if we could fight on TV? Wouldn’t a simulation satiate our desire for blood? Sport, by no stretch of imagination, is war.  Yet, it is Dharmayudh, for there are no spectators. The biggest rivalries are not fought on the hallowed twenty yards of Wankhede or Chinnaswamy stadium. Those are the canvases where the Tendulkars and Dravids weave their magic. The biggest rivalries are fought in the packed stadiums. Have a doubt? Get a DVD of Dada leading PWI in this IPL. Hear Edens roaring torn in heart between its Prince and KKR. For every shot on the ground, there were a million shouts for and a million against. These days of course, we have Twitter and Facebook to rant in.
            And for this, I find IPL more interesting. Switch back to World Cup’ 11, I have watched the match in various surroundings.Nothing seemed to change. We all wanted India to win. Yeah, my friend was a Sachin fanatic. My mom, too. Dhoni was my man.  All the arguments started and ended with players.  It was forgotten if we, yeah WE, won. Losing a match did make us captains, selectors, coaches, cricketing pundits and sometimes an umpire too. Everything apart from a spectator. Still, all my misgivings over IPL nevertheless, it is more FUN. When you have dad supporting CSK,mom MI and myself RCB you know you every 6 from Gayle will be met with a sigh.
            And I didn’t add the main course yet. Welcome to FB and Twitter. The same friends who supported India during the world cup victory, have suddenly crossed swords. Gayle and Kohli might fight for their dollars. For me though, they are fighting for my bragging rights. There is a definite satisfaction, every time I see CSK fail. And to think of it, I dont hate CSK for winning the league a couple of times. Its CSK, which has the maximum presence in Bangalore after RCB. The battle might well be between Dhoni and Kohli now. Kohli,now. Come July, I shall be back to supporting Dhoni. For now, he remains my sworn enemy. I love this banter. Thank you, IPL.