Friday, November 10, 2006

Of Pushes and Power

Man.. the end sems are approaching and suddenly I realise I have a lot to learn. Blogs are becoming a luxury i refused to take before. But what the hell, I need a break and a chance to vent my frustrations. What better place than this...

We might've recently seen news bytes involving a certain 'power-play' by a leading cricket team to a very important person as far as Indian cricket concerned. Lets just call the team Z and the person A.
There has been a whole lot of brouhaha over this, what with leading media personalities and sportsmen alike coming forward and stating that this is very irresponsible behaviour on part of the Z team and they should show more respect for Indian cricket, especially for its top brass.

By showing disrespect and literally pushing off Mr A, they feel, the Z team acted like a bunch of ruffians with no idea of class. The media attached a colonial angle to this, taking it is a post-independence domination of the fair skin and it became a matter of national pride. Certain sections were even quoted as saying, that the Z team has offended Indian pride as a whole.

I've been to places where people push each other for very important reasons... some of these include,
1) The local cinema hall, where people don't know about the idea of a queue and promptly push each other all for the idea of purchasing a ticket worth in most cases 3- 40 rupees. I've learnt a lot about shear forces from these queues.

2) Our cycle stand, where (in the good old days when I really did own a cycle) cycles would keep getting pushed down because someone decided to stuff his/her own transport machine between two more trying as best as possible to stretch the definition of the phrase 'cycle gap'.

3) In super market halls where I simply fail to understand how waiting in a few queue for five minutes longer will spoil the day of certain people. I mean, everyone else is there to buy things too. If there were really in trouble, they should've come early or asked someone else to come in their place.

4) Our very own cafeteria right opposite my hostel when at certain times of the day, it is almost impossible to buy a cup of coffee because seven or eight more people are breathing down your neck, running their hands through odd regions of your body in a effort to reach the front desk and show the shop keeper that they have 5 rupees and hence deserve purchase rights for the world's most addictive beverage. A queue in this area? If I were to suggest to my friend's they would laugh at me, but thats just how our psyche is I guess, we laugh at this basic habit. Such a queue would be compulsory where I used to live in the Gulf

And so on.

It is indeed sad that we play into the hands of the media. The media in addition, in keeping with its policies keeps sensationalising every single news item, ordinary or extra-ordinary. Alright, granted, Mr A is a very important person and its a matter of pride that he is not pushed. But seriously though, about 12 countries in the world actually play cricket. In the 150 odd, most people wouldnt even know who the captain of Z is. And even most people in the 12 countries wouldnt know who Mr A is! So is it really important?

I understand the team acted badly. But they did apologise. Let's leave it at that.

We might argue that our national pride is at stake. I'm very happy we have pride in our country. But, let us ask ourselves, we push in cinema halls, throw down vehicles, don't stop in the road when a vehicle attempts to cross in the perpendicular lane, push and jostle each other in metro rails and a plethora of other places. Will our pride be lowered if we follow some ettiquette and try to avoid these things within ourselves instead of harping on about how some foreign team players pushed one of our own.

Mr A has said the right thing by being a sport, saying its a small matter and that the media is simply blowing up an honest mistake. The Z team has apologised personally saying it was a brash break of protocol and they should have been more responsible. That was good. Let's hope they don't repeat it. However, I have to say that I was honestly disappointed when I saw pictures of the 'followers' of Z burning effigies of the team and portraying them as species of the asinine variety. Made me feel real bad that THIS is where we are after 60 odd years of independence. Still I dont know the full story and am young so I probably have to learn.

>> Berhael


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Monday, October 30, 2006

Of Elvis and She


She

May be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She

May be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day



She

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell



She

Who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She

May be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till the day I die



She

May be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

Me

I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is



She

She, oh she

-- Elvis Costello..
If I find someone like this I'll let you know. ;-)
>>Berhael


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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Of Firefox and Extensions

My god! The extensions that these guys come up with for firefox! Ive found this totally neat one which lets you write a blog within a window without all the hassles of logging in. Brilliant.. Check it out at firefox extensions. And yes I will write more soon.. keep tuned..


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