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Sunday, July 08, 2012

Running To the Bat Tower


Venturing out on a Sunday at the crack of dawn filled with the determination of undoing the previous night's excesses reminded me yet again that the early light reveals the different facets of daily life in a more transparent manner.

There is something about that brief window between thinning darkness and pale light that peels away at the thick shells that we foist on ourselves during the rest of the day.

Noisy groups of revelers still clinging to the last dregs of darkness clasping warm cans of alcohol and water. Men and not a few women screaming at the gutters with their heaving guts. Meticulously dressed old men carrying sticks, mahjong boards and other paraphernalia shuffling towards familiar meeting spots to while away a few lonely hours. Stacks of newspapers strewn on the footpath haphazardly as if tossed by a mad giant with their handlers quickly sorting them into neat piles destined for the myriad addresses in a sleeping city still draining out the poison of a busy week . Smartly dressed cyclists slicing through the  morning and panting joggers decorated with ipods following in their wake. Barmen and other creatures of the night standing at desolate bus stops waiting for the public chariots to deliver them to a brief freedom.  Travelers waiting at airport shuttle pickup stops to transport them one step closer to their destinations or one step further away from their homes. Empty taxis scavenging for that elusive last fare before calling time on yet another tiring day.

Amid that milieu, I go from shuffling/walking/lurching with creaky and sleepy joints to smooth strides.  Despair at the general level of unfitness to happy exhaustion stemming from a run well done. Sweat from the lack of aircon to sweat from perspiring muscles unused to regular strenuous work outs. Egging to start to preening near the finish. 0 to 9 kms in under an hour.

P.S. The "bat tower"  refers to the IFC2 building at Central where a few scenes of that 2008 classic The Dark Knight was filmed. My way of paying homage before the final instalment in the trilogy i.e. The Dark Knight Rises bombs the multiplexes in a week or two.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

A detour... into IPL territory.


This is an attempt to write on a topic other than travel. I am completely taken aback by the conspicuous scenes of joy erupting in Eden Gardens and the streets of Kolkata following KKR's victory in the fifth edition of that annual gigantic soap opera called the Indian Premier League. Sure, it is a great vehicle to promote hidden talent which may otherwise have gone unnoticed. Yes, international players -- retired and current -- give it a global flavor but to trumpet it as a victory for the state teetering on the edge of bankruptcy is stretching the truth, in my humble opinion. For three reasons. Firstly, it is owned by Bollywood stars and packed with international players, KKR is as much a part of West Bengal as I of Russia. From the website, the number of homegrown players can be counted on the fingers of one hand. Secondly, this is the same year where Bengal won the Vijay Hazare and the Deodhar Trophy earlier this year, admittedly a matter of more pride for the state, and not a peep was heard out of Writers' Building after those wins. And thirdly, the appropriation of this win by the party is a sad attempt to divert attention from the real problems plaguing the state in the form of bankruptcy and rising crime. Let them eat cake! For a state which is warming the back benches among its peers in most human indicator indexes such as nutrition, education and business friendliness, it would take a lot more than this to attract investors.

For those interested, a lovely takeout on the founder of IPL:  http://www.caravanmagazine.in/Story.aspx?StoryStyle=FullStory&Storyid=768

From a friend's Facebook post (not verified and parts of it in Bengali)
.During KKR Facilitation the Leader of West Bengal's speech at Eden Gardens, exactly copied, no editing...
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Aj KKR bangla ke gorbito koreche…eta Amader joy…Shahrukh er joy…Ma,Mati,Manush er joy…..arey dhur, sorun na mukher samne theke”

"Shahrukh, cake, cake". "When we cut cake, we will habh that shong".
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Ei Yusuph!! Yusuph…..come come… cake khao!! Shakib-edike aso taratari….ei Lakkhi koi ?

"Gautam prothom katbe...o Captain......Gautam, pls cut cake...this side this side......move move, let Captain turn"

"Apnara sunun bhalo kore…..When we cut cake, we will cut in backside so you can all see….Modon, tumi sore darao, manush amader backside theke dekche".

"Ei media ke sorte bolun….apnara douroben na…..Only team dourobe, apnara douroben na bole dilam!!"

“Sob dorshokra, apnader bolchi…apnara sobai gaiben dhitang dhitang bole ar ekhane Shahrukh ar Jeet player der niye nachbe...naach suru korun”

“Ei tomra bajna bajao….…..Dev apnio asun….sobai sore jaan era nachbe….aj amra saradin enjhoy korbo”...............