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Sunday, February 28, 2010

You're a lover, I'm a lover
you are willing, I am willing
then who are mummy or daddy?
its only you who is capable of love
the entire society is useless

you need a friend like me
i need a friend like you
those who burn, burn them more, dance dance dance

what happens when two of us meet has happened
I in you and you got lost in me
seeing you I too melt, like light melts

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

JP Duminy has got another first-ball duck. It's never easy walking to the middle with your side five down for just over 100 chasing 402, but Duminy's identical dismissal as during the Eden Gardens Test last week begs the question: is he really that good?

His first couple Test innings were undoubtedly crucial contributions, and they got Ian Chappell purring about Duminy being a future great. Sure his debut Test innings was a nerveless gem and his follow-up century in the next game a match-turning knock, but if you look closer to that ton at the MCG you'll notice that the Australians didn't attack him and were more content to let Dale Steyn at the other a lot of time at the crease. Brett Lee only bowled 12 balls to Duminy; the combined threat of Hussey, Clarke and Symonds bowled over 20% of the balls Duminy faced. There were loads of runs to be had to fine leg and third man. And, most keenly overlooked by those eager to praise Duminy, was the fact that he was nowhere near a quality spinner. With all due respect to Nathan Hauritz, in December 2008 he was nowhere near the Test bowler he is in February 2010, and even his current avatar is hardly world class.

Graeme Swann gave him a working over in the four Tests at home - to the extend that he was labeled Swann's bunny - and Duminy was Harbhajan's to be had in the two Tests in India. He resembled a walking wicket, unsure about his footwork to spin, the bat coming down late and often feeling for the ball, unsure of whether it would turn or not. Its very evident that he cannot play good spinners. In specific, offspinners.

Let's get down to the cold stats: Duminy has scored 73 runs in his last nine Test innings (an average of 8.11) and, out of his 20 Test innings, he been out before reaching 20 on 14 occasions. His career Test average has fallen from 49 to a paltry 29. South Africa's management have put up the 'form is temporary, class is permanent' statement outside their doors for a few months. They may need to do a whole lot more soon.

It's easy to say he is suffering from a crisis of confidence, but at this stage it appears he has been found out by bowlers at the highest level. This could be more than just a sizeable blip after a phenomenally successful first season at the top.

Sophomore albums are a bitch. Just ask Tracy Chapman. But Chapman took time off, slowed down the rate of production, and came back with a hit album in 1995. Duminy too has cruelly realized that following up and living up to hype isn't easy. He can start, with some help from South Africa's selectors, by being given time off to sort out those technical flaws.
"Langeveldt to Tendulkar, 1 run, 137.6 kph, single to reach the first double-hundred in ODIs, streered behind point, takes off his helmet and waves to the crowd, which is on its feet, so are his team-mates in the dressing room, a fan's blowing a conch, Tendulkar's soaking all the adulation and after a brief moment, gets back to his crease to face the next delivery"

Forget the typo; those could be the most read words written so far this decade.

Sachin Tendulkar, 36 years and 306 days old, went became the first man to cross the 200-run barrier in ODIs. Salaam.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

It is fundamentally human to want to socialize and stay connected to other people. But the internet’s greatest achievement is not the ability to connect or educate or allow business to effectively advertise and market their products or services. No, it is the massive platform it has provided, with the security blanket of anonymity, for people to bash each other. As the pace of the wired revolution continues to expand, showing every sign of tightening its grip on the way we communicate and consume,it is not hard to see how pessimism and trivial-mindedness have become the edifying currency of our generation. Look around you. These two features drive page views, sell magazines, and give people the opportunity to deride and degrade and insult others and their own without worrying about direct retribution. Look at that ugly phenomenon called the “comment” box, whose allure allows posters to say what they could never dare say to another’s face. Shockingly, online content is now responsible for almost one in five complaints about racial vilification. Why are we all competing to bring each other down?

Friday, February 19, 2010

They meet almost each evening like true and old friends do. They don't talk a lot, but what they talk about is good. They shut out the faff of the outside world. There's a mutual appreciation of each other. They are my friends too, Mr Monk and soda.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Random Films I Liked: Its time Toby Maguire burns that damned Spiderman suit. His role in Jim Sheridan's Brothers - the first war movie I enjoyed in a while, mostly because it showed the aftereffects of war - is by far his best role. Well supported by the dependable Natalie Portman and Jake Gyllenhal, Maguire gives Brothers its soul and by that I mean he pumps everything he's got into it without hardly uttering a word for the second half of the film. His traumatized veteran, haunted eyes and hollow cheeks et al, chillingly captures the horror he's been through. How his inner demons simmer to the top - now that is a superb scene at the dinner table - and then lurch out - I'm not telling - makes for compelling viewing.

The film, directed by the man who gave us gems like My Left Foot, In the Name of the Father, The Boxer and In America, is a remake of a Danish film. It has a good script, great acting - you can't really go wrong with Sam Shepard, and the kid who plays the elder sister is very good - and hits the right level of emotion. Gyllenhal, no stranger to war movies, gets to do all the battling away from the killing fields, as he gets out of another stint in jail and returns to a home where his father does not conceal his disdain for him. But mostly see it for Maguire, who shows you how you don't need words to express pain.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

My trusted pair of dark blue Old Navy chappals passed away over the weekend. I’d had them since the summer of 2003, borrowed in a moment of desperation from Anshuman Bagharia and never returned. They were good to me. They got me through that I.S. summer, through many house shifts and job searches, from Ohio to Boston to Bombay, Bangalore, London and Colombo. They ran from Armington to Kauke Hall and Gault Library, strolled down Beacon Street and Comm Ave, creaked under the weight of lifting cartons while unpacking in Shrewsbury and Brookline, and in their latter years, though battered and thinning, stood their ground when the Bangalore monsoons lashed across my balcony. They were the oldest piece of footwear I've owned. Thanks for all the memories. RIP.Be good up there in chappal heaven.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Yusuf Pathan after his superb centuries in the Duleep final.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010



Groundhog Day. February 2. Stirred some nostalgic memories of Punxsutawney, PA. Sleepy little town town not too far from the Ohio border. Got my first car from there, a 1994 Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera. ECT 4072. What memories, Shabbo. Yearly drives to Punxy for the vehicle registration. Remember the first time I drove into town, and realized this was the Groundhog Day place. Saw the big statue of Punxsutawney Phil in the town square. The little gas station store waiting for the work on the car to be done. Columbian coffee. Hot dogs. Chilling with Kirtiman in the meantime. The Beatles and Springsteen and Pink Floyd on the radio. Freezing cold mornings. Speedway replenishment. Dozing off behind the wheel. Good times, good memories. RIP, Shabbo.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Here for public consumption is my definitive play list for long drives, doing absolutely nothing and/or dozing off at night. Strongly suggested. Good results guaranteed. Happy downloading.

1. All My Days - Alexi Murdoch
2. Whatever It Is - Ben Lee
3. World Spins Madly On - The Weepies
4. Speed of Sound - Chris Bell
5. Chicago - Sufjan Stevens
6. One of These Things First - Nick Drake
7. When You Notice the Stripes - The Shins
8. My Winding Wheel - Ryan Adams
9. You Belong To Me - The 88
10. Spit On A Stranger - Pavement
11. Nine Words - Oppenheimer
12. Save It For A Rainy Day - The Jayhawks
13. Eastern Glow - The Album Leaf
14. Dice - Finley Quaye
15. Little Round Mirrors - Harvey Danger
16. Carry Me Ohio - Sun Kil Moon
17. Metropol 47 - Mark Kozelek