Archive for January, 2005

Appa

Monday, January 31st, 2005

I know you will not be with me in my deathbed. That’s fine. We know certain things will not happen but still yearn for it badly. You taught me the best way to learn - by exploration, discovery and adventure. You gave me the space to make my own mistakes. I learnt certain things so well from you that I did not miss you even on Aug. 18th, 2000. We (me and your wife) handled it not bad at all.

Looking back, I realize I am yet to learn anything new actually. I read well because you taught me to read HINDU – even at the cost of my academics. I write without inhibitions – no big deal. I studied in Carmel Garden. You wrote well and you studied in a Govt. school in Sattur. I lived in the comfort of my amma and appa. You lived in a Harijan hostel during your school years.
I photograph a bit because I had been playing with an SLR since childhood. When did you get your first camera? During your 40s?
I design every now and then. You designed our Ponnaiyarajapuram house, didn’t you?

My only grouse against you is that you were always in a hurry. You left us in a huff. The way you used to when it was late for office.
You should have seen my blog on Ilayaraja. Big people from US appreciated me for that.
Also you did not believe in yourself. You did not have faith in your abilities.
I had faith in my limited abilities. That’s what strained our relationship post ’95.
Probably that comes from mother. My mom is great. How about yours?
I know I scared the hell out of you. Feel sorry for that.

My friends say that with each passing day, I tend to resemble you more and more. I wish I also had your intellect.

Rescued from abyss

Monday, January 31st, 2005

I saw “Forrest Gump”. If Forrest can run, I can write. I decided to write my way out of trouble. I am going to write for my life and other’s lives. My mind always wanders from the past to the future and back again to the past. It is only when I write I am in the NOW.

Twenty eight years of Life is a heady mix.
Hopes, realized hopes and hopeless hopes. It also brings its own set of glorious people.
People whom we would like to meet in our death bed.
Here are some who I thought had rescued me from abyss long back

Ramna:

Frankly I don’t know your current mail id. Much less, where you are and what you are doing now.
My head tells me I saw you six months back. My heart tells me I lost you long before.
Back in ‘95, you were the only interface between me and the rest of the world.
Without you I would’ve been history.

I sure latched on to you tight then. A bit too tight perhaps. Thank heavens I did not strangle you. I know there were several accidents. Each of which brought its own share of trauma and injuries. Some healed whilst some did not.
Every such wound added a layer to our personalities at the top. So, one is a stranger to the other now.

But I know dude. If only we would find time to solve HINDU Crossword like we used to in your room in Coimbatore. It will all be fine.

Priya:

You showed my best face to me. You made me write.
Suddenly I acquired some good qualities. Of course I shamelessly and consciously Ctrl +C -ed and Ctrl+V -ed from you. I don’t think anybody who had been in touch with you will ever forget you.

Don’t you ever cry priyums. It reminds me of the candle. A candle gives light, cries in the process, cramps its own legs and melts away to darkness. Be like Sun. Always there, but way beyond anybody can imagine.

Suman:

The “Warrior of the Light”. I aspire to be half as matured, half as good and half as hardworking as you. I want to suffer half as much you have been through. Each of the choices you had in life and the reasons for you to select one will be my reference manual. You are a finished product. We are all work-in- progress.

Mani:

We have already lived a life man. Quadvent is as much my child as it is yours.
I don’t think you would ever miss me. I will definitely miss you. Who else will listen to all the Jim Collins crap that I bombard you with week after week?

Carmel school days, Dumb C’s with our Iyyappan and Benjamin tuition cycle rides. I lived in Coimbatore for 25 years. My best memories start and end at TV Swamy Road.

Sathya:

I don’t think you have ever read anything more serious than “Dhina Thanthi”. The probability of you reading my blog is as great as me winning Wimbledon.
But people like you don’t have to.
You have a deadly combination – “medium” tea, Kings Filter, Jokes, Laughter and more responsibilities.
We are all selfish crooks when compared to you.

Period

Saturday, January 29th, 2005

The defining part of any great sentence ever written is its full-stop.

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Thursday, January 27th, 2005

The last three months should go down as one of the most turbulent of my life. Reminiscent of the horror 90s.
I was handling the emotional equivalent of facing Glenn McGrath, Allan Donald, Ambrose and Akram at the same time.
Yesterday, i was revisiting Scott Peck’s masterpiece “The Road Less Traveled” after 4 years and Boy!, i found that much needed comfort.
The comfort an out-of-form batsman gets at draw-of-stumps.

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Monday, January 24th, 2005

Even getting scolded in public is not an insult.
Getting ignored under some pretext and being deceived is.
When you realise you are the last person to know about something and the whole world knows that you are a fool is the ultimate insult.

Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar

Saturday, January 22nd, 2005

A lot has been said and written about Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar in the recent past.

In the last few years, certain facts have emerged. Tendulkar is not the greatest batsman ever, Sir Donald Bradman is. He is not the most destructive batsman either. He has mellowed down to a considerable extent, unlike Sir Issac Vivian Alexander Richards. If you want to win a Test match you would rather ask a Brian Charles Lara or Steve Waugh than our little big man. Our own Saurav Ganguly, I feel, has better timing than Sachin. Mark ‘Elegant’ Waugh’s batting is the prettiest thing in the cricket ground I have ever seen. Rahul Dravid certainly has better technique than our mumbai maestro. Sunil Gavaskar was, is and most likely will be the best opener India has ever produced. Dean Jones and Jonty Rhodes are the best runners between the wickets the world has known.

What does all these facts mean? Does this all belittle Sachin?

To understand Tendulkar’s contribution, it is certainly important to have a perspective of Life in general and Indian cricket in particular during the 90s when he entered the arena.

The perspective of life is important because if you don’t know what guts is all about, you cannot appreciate the 50 odd he scored with his nose bleeding as a 16-year old against the likes of Imran Khan, Wasim Akram, Waqar Younis in their home turf when India was tottering at 38 for 4.

If you cannot understand the FLOW experience of life, neither could have you enjoyed the 80 odd he made in that seminal innings at Auckland when he went out to open for India for the first time in an ODI.

Phoenix bird is brought to your mind by the way he came back into the reckoning as batsman incomparable after being removed from the captaincy.

Single-handed heroics was best exemplified in his two innings at Sharjah against Australia in 1998. Mike Kasprowicz’s career was almost destroyed after the torture he had to undergo at that time.

Strategy, planning, preparation and perfect execution were in play when Tendulkar tormented Warne & Co against Australia in 1998.

Tendulkar in 1999 again at Chepauk showed that in life you can do everything right and still fail occasionally when he made that 137 battling Pakistan and acute back spasms. I consider that as the greatest test innings in a lost cause.

Letting your work do the talking when people attack you is the lesson you learn when you watch Tendulkar cut Shoaib Akhtar to size against Pakistan in 2003 World Cup when he made that 98.

Commitment to a larger cause stood out in his century against Kenya almost immediately after his father’s death.

Are you fighting for your reputation? Watch Sachin’s unbeaten 240 at Sydney in 2004.

If you like being straight forward in life, have a look at his killer straight drives. If you love style, you might prefer his cover drives perhaps.

Patience is illustrated by his waiting for 5 years and almost a 100 ODI matches before he scored his first ODI hundred. He has more than any other player now.

The essence of teamwork is the tutorial when you see him sprint between the wickets for his partner at the other end who is a generation junior.

The present Indian cricket stars have all built their fortress based on what he had done. Almost right throughout the 90’s, the match is on if Tendulkar is at the crease. It was gone when he got dismissed. It was as simple as that.

Whatever he has achieved is done without controversies right through out his career.

In a way, Tendulkar has been given the honour he deserves. You don’t compare Dravid with Richards. Tendulkar is compared with Richards for attacking cricket, with Javed Miandad and Steve Waugh for fighting cricket, with Mark Waugh for stylish cricket, with Brian Charles Lara for wizardry, with Gavaskar for technique and temperament, with Ganguly for timing and with Dean Jones for running between the wickets. If this is not an honour, what else is?

If you want to enjoy cricket, watch the likes of Ponting and his folks. If you want to learn life lessons, think about Tendulkar’s cricket.

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Sunday, January 16th, 2005

I’ve seen actresses, pop singers, the Sharon Stone of the tinsel world, the J Lo of the music world, the Anna Kournikova of the model world. All beautiful women, special in their own way.

But I am somehow attracted to Maria Sharapova like none other. Maybe because she is drop dead beautiful but does not make a fuss about it. Maybe because she still thinks of herself as a tennis star rather than as a sex symbol.

Whatever it is, this girl is special in every possible way i guess.

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Saturday, January 1st, 2005

New Year in Chennai has always been grand, next only to Deepavali.
What’s more its religion free.

Usually half of Chennai converge on the Marina late night Dec 31.
And they come alive at the stroke of 12.
Its “Happy New Year” Here, there and everywhere…

Last Year I was at a beach resort in ECR.
The previous year I was at the Marina with my Pinnacle mates.
Though I have always been one of the few “alcohol free” types I have enjoyed these outings for sure.

This year, it’s just New Year. No celebrations. The Marina is closed. Almost all the star hotels have cancelled the party I was told. No resort in the ECR has escaped the Dec 26 onslaught.

I think Film Director Cheran put it beautifully when he said
“You don’t celebrate for at least 6 months when you lose your near and dear ones in your family”.

I think that conveyed the mood of the Chennai vasi.

Personally, 2004 was great for me. I bought a house when I had hardly given it a serious thought. Joined a good company. Even got away from a few potential embarrassing and damaging situations.

But Dec 26 will linger in my memory for ever.

Let peace, prosperity and positive energy be with each
one of you and the whole world in the year 2005.

Vazhga Vaiyagam.
Vazhga Valamudan.