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They deem me mad for I will not sell my days for gold

I deem them mad for they think my days have a price !



Monday, June 28, 2010

Maina





We pass and leave you lying. No need for rhetoric, for funeral music, for melancholy bugle-calls. No need for tears now, no need for regret.

We took our risk with you; you died and we live. We take your noble gift, salute for the last time those lines of pitiable crosses, those solitary mounds, those unknown graves, and turn to live our lives out as we may.

Which of us were fortunate -- who can tell? For you there is silence and cold twilight drooping in awful desolation over those motionless lands. For us sunlight and the sound of women's voices, song and hope and laughter, despair, gaiety, love -- life.

You reinforced with your amazingly short life the Inevitable truth.. The end is certain to all !!


Lost terribly silent..
ratin

Written as an ode to a chick that fell off the cieling duct and was looked after by me in a shoe box for a night. Was showered upon all love and affection till she managed to breathe her last in the caring hands of my neighbour dearest!
I named her maina which means 'messenger of God'




where we put her to rest

Friday, June 11, 2010

If sports is modern-day religion, then for the next five weeks, football will be venerated as a global deity. No other sport has successfully touched a chord with so many millions across the globe as 'The Beautiful Game' has. 32 countries will compete for the Holy Grail of football, the FIFA World Cup. They will range from tiny Slovenia to mighty Brazil, five-time winners of the prize. Much has changed since the first World Cup in 1930 when barely thirteen countries made the trip to Montevideo. In the road to South Africa, 208 countries participated in the qualifying matches (more than the Olympics or even United Nations members). One thing hasn't changed though: India will be watching from the sidelines yet again.

Ironically, India did qualify for the World Cup of 1950, but had to withdraw because their request to play barefoot was rejected by FIFA! The 50s and early 60s were, in fact, perhaps the only period when Indian football showed some signs of being able to compete at international level. India won the 1951 and 1962 Asian Games gold, and quite remarkably, finished fourth in the 1956 Melbourne Olympics with a team that at last could wear boots! In the current world rankings, India is ranked 133, just above Bermuda, Tajikistan and Barbados, but below Faroe Islands, Fiji and Luxembourg, the populations of which might barely match a South Delhi residential colony.

Why is it that the world's second most populous country will not be competing in the ultimate mass sports event? (Remember even China qualified once for the 2002 World Cup). There is, of course, the usual argument of how our obsession with cricket has reduced all other team sports, including the original national game of hockey, to the margins. That might be true, especially in the deplorable manner in which most major corporate bodies have shunned sports outside of cricket.

But it still doesn't provide a full explanation as to why football should lose out in the manner it has. Brazilians are obsessed with football in the near-manic manner of cricket in this country, yet that hasn't prevented them from producing world-class teams in a range of other sports from volleyball to basketball.

It also isn't as if Indians aren't passionate about football. Watch a game in Margao, Shillong or Kozhikode, and the exuberance of the fans can match the best in the world. I have deliberately left out Kolkata, the home of Indian football, because Kolkata at one level has come to symbolise the decline of the sport. For Kolkatans, football for the longest time was about narrow parochialism: East Bengal versus Mohun Bagan was the life and death contest. Instead of truly professionalising club football, Kolkata allowed it to lapse into a cesspool of mediocrity, much like the rest of Bengal. For the longest time, the Kolkata football league, played on poor grounds with limited infrastructure, appeared to satisfy the Bengali fans appetite for the sport. By the time the ineffectual football administrators woke up to the need to truly professionalise the league, it was simply too late. The rest of the world had left us far behind.

Ironically, the wake-up call came with the arrival of satellite television in the 1990s. Suddenly, the Indian football fan was exposed to the best talent in the world, not just once every four years at a World Cup, but virtually every weekend through the live telecast of the major soccer leagues. The quality of the football on show made us realise just how much we had lost out in a rapidly changing sport, how second-rate imports from Africa or Latin America could never be a substitute for the real thing. Today, a generation of Indians is being born who are Manchester United and Real Madrid fans and not that of an Indian football team, fans who idolise a Wayne Rooney before they would a Baichung Bhutia.

In a sense, this 'globalisation' of sport also provides an opportunity to revive football in the country. As the next few weeks will confirm, there is an enormous appetite to watch football in this country. The challenge is to translate this popular appeal for the sport into a genuine footballing culture. This would require, in the first instance, a need to shed a certain Brahminical disdain for playing physical 'contact' sport. Every school in this country must have a football ground as a way to 'democratise' the sport, every child must be encouraged to kick the ball. Indian cricket has succeeded because it truly democratised itself, moving beyond the traditional elites of Mumbai and metropolitan India. Football, too, by laying a solid foundation in the north-east for example, can actually become an aspirational sport, an opportunity for the non-cricketing centres to find a place in the country's sporting sun.

None of this will happen overnight, but will probably require a 20-year plan. We may never be able to compete with the physically superior Europeans and Africans, or the artistic Latin Americans. But as the relative football success of a Japan and even a China have shown, if there is a willingness to invest in the future, then it is possible to reap the rewards over time. We may never play in the football World Cup in my lifetime, but can't we at least work to recapturing some pride in the Asian context?

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The will!

Another long day another set of myriad eventful and not so many have passed by.
On the dining table a thought is borne a little while ago.

It is about 'the will'. Perhaps a very strong and quite in it's own way the most powerful and yet the most paralyzing of all emotions. What could set the weakest of weak into the strongest of strong and the other way around.
For the moment I would only like to stick by the thought as to how easy it is stick by the will to show people you care that you really do and the ones you don't don't by ones sheer will. The will to love .. The will to live.. The will to run away and the will to do all it takes to come back home' after the long night . It is like a pilgrimage, I'd define it as a mere journey from self to self. That's it. and it ends right there .

The will may arise out of a myriad circumstances or events or pain or joy. The reason maybe as numerous as the stars up in the heaven but it would lead to a point of only resurrection of the truth prima ultima.
To believe is to live and to live is by belief. The belief stormed and yet coloured by ones imagery of what exists and what does not.
My seeking attempt maybe modest but the search is ever prevalent, ever seeking to be quenched.
The irony just one... How long would you keep THE WILL or anything alive and why would you want to if you would really want to.

The man still thinking
Ratin

Monday, May 17, 2010

The blemishes

It has been not for any obvious reason that your's truly decided to stay away from this divine place, my blog! There is a reason so true and fulfilling that I call it so. It's because of you and me! I write to express and share and be connected with you all who by far share a space in this frail soul, my soul!!!

I am quite in a pensive stance owing to such myriad entanglements that ones life has to offer. Do I come across as a depressed soul, well maybe that is not my possible suggestion to myself and neither would it be such a heavy recluse of choice. The partial truth maybe sublime in it's context but that's not the choice I have made at the seconds which just slipped away.

Till quite recently a very dear companion mentioned to me how it was not possible for relationships to be savoured if they didn't enjoy public wooing which I am sure is only an outcome of how loudly we have arrived with them and made this unbearable public noise. The question that arises : " why is it important " I am still wandering over the clouds of thoughts which I still don't accept as though they see the prima ultimate truth.

Blemishes are so true as they are only an outcome of false truth exposed in it's sheer nastily undraped vanity. It is such a diminishing emotion to be one in the familiar world and yet not be the one.....

Thinking yet again ....
Ratin