Showing posts with label World Cup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World Cup. Show all posts

Saturday, 20 July 2019

As you like it



Are events and happenings in this world preordained?

Is it true that things happen as per the congregation or combination of planets?
Well, I am a novice and surely not qualified enough to answer the aforementioned questions. Then why do I ask these? By asking these questions, will I be branded as a superstitious person and by brushing aside these questions terming them as silly, will I be considered as somebody who is rational?

I know questions lead to questions just like one lie leads to a hundred lies, but let me tell you that the reason for this series of questions has to do with what happened last Sunday-not in my personal life, but on this earth under the bright and not so bright sun.

Traditionally, the second Monday of the Wimbledon Championships is known by the name ‘Manic Monday’ and this is because of many reasons prominent among these being the fact that the Men’s and Women’s quarter finals happen on that day and since so many leading players (aka stars or to put it simply seeds) are part of thick action on different courts, it is inevitable that some of the stars/seeds are shown the door by lesser known players who in all probability will become future stars.

If you find the previous paragraph complex and somewhat difficult to comprehend, I must tell you that it was not written with the objective of confounding or confusing you and that it just happened.

Could this also be the handiwork of some planet or its conjunction with some other planet which resulted in my writing that paragraph in one single breath?

Oh, I am back to square one now. So, before the square becomes a circle- or rather a vicious circle-, let me give the reason for those 2 questions. In a way, it is not that difficult to guess in case you are a sports lover and in case that ‘lover’ is replaced with the word ‘fanatic’ and that ‘sports’ is filtered to mean just two sports-Cricket and Tennis.

Reams and reams have been written ad nauseam about the two Events-more about the one involving the bat and the ball-  which happened at a place called London last Sunday and therefore I am not getting too much into that. But what I will get into are what those two Events convey and what these teach about Life.

Firstly, what was common between the two Events?

See-saw battle with the game swinging from one extreme to the other, Winner(s) decided by ‘tie-breakers’(thankfully I didn’t spot anybody in the audience with a tie) and by a new rule, the one who was vanquished having more support across the globe than the one who emerged victorious, the vanquished missing their opportunities with bizarre tactics and rash shots(in the case of cricket it was a rash throw!)...

In more than one way, luck played a major role and that precisely is the reason for the first two questions.

Despite playing so well, why did the two lose? Was it because of the new rules or was it because of complacency? Or better still, was it because of ‘fate’?

That brings me to one very interesting video which was being widely circulated in social media in which a person who claims  he can predict the future, ‘predicts’ that the one who finally lost would lift the World Cup..At the top of the video blink these words- ‘recorded on the 1st of Jan 2019’.

Now, if it is a fact that everything in this world has already been decided and that it follows a prepared script and that the planets are responsible for all actions, how is it that this ‘prediction’ turned out to be false?

By saying this, does it mean that I am a rational person?

I don’t know. But all I can say is that the beauty of life lies in its unpredictability and it is but natural for things to be uncertain. We just need to observe all these like an outsider and ‘just enjoy’.

Easily said than done?

Well, listen to this piece from ‘Sila SamayangaLil’(2018).

This piece, in my opinion gives the crux of life.

It is of course a pure western classical piece, but I find strains of Shanmukhapriya. This may have to either do with my familiarity with both forms of music or the composer’s propensity to meld the forms or both. But again, what do we achieve by breaking our heads with questions? Is it not KaNNadasan who said ‘Happiness or sadness, finally aren’t the questions which remain in a man’s life?’( ஏன் என்ற கேள்வி ஒன்று என்றைக்கும் தங்கும்/மனிதன் இன்ப துன்பம் எதிலும் கேள்விதான் மிஞ்சும்)

There are four layers to the first bit of the piece. There is that solo violin, the strings, the chorus and the guitar. How many layers does a human life have?

The chorus slowly raises its voice from 0.19 and start sounding prominent. How many people raise their voice in Life?

The music flows like a stream till 0.36. Life itself is a stream.

It is the chorus which dominates with its humming from 0.37. How many people have dominated/have tried to dominate/ us? How many times have we dominated/have striven to dominate/others in our Life?

An eerie sound appears at 1.13. Life is full of fear and dreadful things. Or is it?

The cello and horn follow (1.16) and give us a melange of feelings. Life is a mixture of all emotions and at times we are unable to define the emotion neither are we able to define the reason for that particular emotion.

The group of strings move again like a stream with the horn joining them. How we wish life was as smooth a river!

There is a sudden percussion sound at 1.58 and at 2.02. Sudden jerks do happen in our life and how we balance ourselves is in our hands.

The strings move back and forth from 2.02. Does it denote the sudden twists and turns in our life? Or is it the competition from others? Probably, it is the need to be more alert and active?

The music in the beginning repeats itself, albeit with some changes from 2.39. Life has come a full circle? Wheels of life changing?

Predictable or unpredictable, life is beautiful...
..whether it is the overthrow or the overhead smash.

All the world is a stage and all men and women merely players, said the Bard of Avon.

Yes, it is true..But the only difference is that the players (pun intended) script the play.





Sunday, 10 April 2011

A Special Place In Our Hearts..

The spherical shaped white object was up in the air. Exuding a unique calmness, the pair of eyes followed the object with the timbre held high. The object finally reached its destination-the boundary line- without pitching anywhere in between. And that is it..History was re- written. India wins the Cricket World Cup after 28 years.

Though one can go on and on in their own style describing the victory and how it was made possible, to me, that last shot played with a calm demeanour with determination written all over typifies India’s campaign.

Calmness blended equally with Aggression.

Marriage between instinct and intelligence.

Right combination of leadership and management.

Comparisons are odious. People who do not realise-or pretend that they don’t- compare this victory with that of 1983 and some ‘old timers’ (read as cynics) have gone to the extent of saying ‘whatever it is, there is nothing to beat ‘that victory’ against the ‘Goliaths of Cricket’. Unfortunately, these great souls miss the wood for the trees.

I still remember that Saturday, the 25th day of June when we all rushed to a family friend’s house to watch the finals , only to see our Team being bundled out for a mere 183(1983 and 183-did anybody notice the coincidence?) in the 55th over(it was a 60 over contest those days!).We all reconciled to the fact that after all India was losing to the ‘superpower of cricket’ and India entering the finals itself was a great honour.

When the W.Indies began their run chase, the great Greenidge was bowled by Balwinder Sandhu and we thought ‘Ok..some consolation.Defeat not by 10 wkts-as some of us had predicted’. Enter the Master Blaster with a face full of nonchalance which bordered on arrogance. Chewing the Chiclet, he was sending the red cherry to all corners.Though I was a big fan of his, we decided to leave.

Almost one and half hours had passed by the time we reached our home. Something inside me kept saying that something dramatic was happening.As we neared our home, I heard people saying in Hindi ‘Bas..iska wicket lena hai..India jeet lega’.I rushed to the radio and switched on the BBC and what did I hear?The Windies tottering at 117/7 with Jeff Dujon-the last recognised batsman at the crease.

Within a few minutes, he was bowled by the player with indomitable spirit whose name was Mohinder Amarnath . The battery of pace bowlers who would send shivers down the spine of all the batsmen were now struggling to face the military medium pace of Amarnath and Binny.Finally, the inevitable happened.Holding leg before to Amarnath!It was all over..India, the underdogs who were least expected to win even two matches in the tournament when it kicked off on the 9th of June were crowned the champions.

The idea behind writing all this is not to make any comparison but just to relive the moments so that the present generation gets to know how it would have felt to the millions of Indians 28 years ago.

That victory was unique. The Captain led from the front scripting a victory from the jaws of defeat against a minnow nation Zimbabwe in the Group stages and running some 30 meters to catch the ball hit by the irrepressible Richards. At the same time, it was a Team effort with a bunch of youngsters and all-rounders chipping in with useful contributions and performing when it mattered the most.

But let us also not forget that the 2011 victory is unique too. The Team had to play with the Sword of Damocles hanging above its head. They started as favourites-unlike the 1983 team- and it is not easy to keep the momentum going with the millions of ‘fans’(who would very easily turn foes the moment India starts losing) following them and the statistics and records stacked against them(no home team had won the World cup playing in its own soil in the previous 9 editions). The team had to get past the big teams in the knock out stages with its’ famed’ bowling attack and above average fielding skills.

Therefore, let us avoid comparisons and enjoy the moment giving full credit to both ‘Kapil’s Devils’ and ‘Mahe’s Men'.

It is a week now but the entire Nation is still celebrating.
India is now the World Champions.But this does not mean that we will be the champions forever.It does not mean that we will continue to win all matches henceforth .Let us accept this fact and celebrate.

On this great occasion, let me dedicate a rare gem to the Indian team.This song typifies the Indian Team and is apt for the occasion.

It is ‘KaalangaL MazhaikkalangaL’(Idhayaththil oru idam-1980).

Most of the Maestro’s songs never fail to give us goose bumps. But there are some songs that give us goose bumps throughout.’KaalangaL..’ surely falls under this category.

The opening itself is soaked in melody.

The rich stringed instrument-ubiquitous in his early years compositions- set the tone. The satin smooth flute jumps with joy and the guitar bows its head in appreciation.

Mohanam in full flow-reminding us of the opening partnership between Sachin and Sehwag.
Musically vibrant!

The Pallavi in the sweet voice of Janaki and the majestic voice of Malaysia Vasudevan is salubrious and evokes memories of the cover drive of Sachin.The last line –‘KalaimaangaL PookkaL’- where the alien note is mixed is like the Upar Cut of Sehwag.

The String continues its journey with the Bass guitar when the flute nonchalantly plays a note.This sets a stream of melody gushing from the sluice gates.It flows like a Yuvi ondrive.The serene guitar enters the fray now like Dhoni and it has a calming effect.

The first CharaNam glissades with the flute dancing in between the lines.Aural treat just like how a Raina innings is a visual treat.

The meticulously arranged violins in the second interlude reminds us of Gambhir while the dexterous flute played with vigour symbolises Kohli’s determination.

The intense first part in the second CharaNam is like a Zaheer’s Yorker while the fluid second part is like the carom ball of Ashwin.

The wonderful lyrics of the greatest poet of Tamizh Cinema-Kannadasan and the translucent music of the greatest composer of Indian Cinema music make it a perfect blend of poetry and music.. just like Team India..

No doubt they have a special place in our hearts!