ah...miss those days!!

Well..if ur wondering what could be different in this one after having read loads of recaps.. i can assure u it aint too very different but without a shadow of doubt has to be the best phase of my life after the initial innocent childhood years.
My family moved into this new locality- Vidyaranyapura which was then absolutely unheard of. I was quite shocked when told that we were moving from PG Halli which was an amazing place in Bangalore not just for its location but also as it had almost all my best buddies from school in close proximity. After a lot of tears and convincing, we decided to move on March 9th 1996..India Pakistan Wc quarterfinal for the cricket minded (which includes urs truly)..

cable connection was ready even before i got there thanks to dad and after lunch we settled down for the match..next few days passed by sumhow coz of exams..and then came the acid test for vpura..the holidays!!..would i be able to spend time and find a set of pals..and find them i did..man a humongous number of friends all in the same age group with one big and common passion--cricket. Right from the outset it was pretty clear that cricket would be the one big unifying force there and we didnt let this go unnoticed..4-5 hours everyday with absolutely no other concerns..man, how i yearn for those days..!

acads and play were balanced quite beautifully and not once did mom have to come up with a "get back home..time for slogging" etc. time kept flying past and before i realized i was into engineering but the cricket hadnt changed 1 bit..matches galore were played with a newer and bigger set of friends around. I was the person to pull people to the ground and dint they flock to it. used to get up every sat and sun mornings at 6:30..mom kept saying- have u ever done that for ur exams..but then who wud hv ever felt like doin that for studies:D.. left home on mom's scooty..went to each friends house..shouted so loud that no man could still sleep..made umpteen fone calls and then went to the ground, cleaned it up of wud u believe any goddamn stuff that may have come in the way of cricket that day..if it had rained the previous day we guys did our bit to ensure that the drainage facilities were world class..lol

people would sometimes not turn up for the next 1.5-2 hrs and i would sometimes be a forlorn figure in the ground looked upon as a good for nothing guy who has no other thing to do except get to the groundd early morning and wake up every soul around...little did i care..all i cared about was getting a good game or 2 of cricket..slowly the other partners in crime--karthik, subhash, raghu(he deserves special mention for all the pains we usually went throught to bring him till the ground)..

the game used 2 start off at about 9 am most times and since we usually had about 16 guys, the test matches which we loved so much went on until about 12:30-1 pm and we were absolutely famished at the end..never did the rumbling stomachs deter the cricket enthu in us..when i finally did go back home after my dad and sis made atleast 2 trips to the ground to remind me there was a home i needed 2 get back 2, i was greeted by a bemused mom who had no idea how their son could be so crazy as to ignore the hunger and time and stay put in the ground since early mornin..i used 2 have a quick shower and gorge like i hadnt seen food for years..settle into the couch catchin up on some movie and soon it was time for dinner plans with friends..this was pretty much a regular occurrence through all 4 years of my BE..calls all thru evening and finally come to a decision by about 7-8 pm. Usual plan used 2 b to get to vivek's house or chu's house and then get to a dhaba sumwhr on ring road..rest of the guys from college would join by about 9-9:30 and the dinner would go on until about 1-2 am..there would still be time for the ice cream at corner house if we were done a tad early else it would be time to get back..kiran the companion on most occasions on the way back home..get blasted for always gettin back that late by mom/dad..

now..3 years later in the US..ive met a lot of frds here and had a great time..be it dinners, hanging out and also playing cricket etc...but the small joys that are associated with home and the friends there not to mention the ultimate joy of playing test cricket on weekends are never gonna come back and my heart longs for those days with every passing minute..!!

Why the five day game rules (me)!!

Why the five day game rules (me)!!

Very few events in ones life tend to influence them to the extent that their presence is sine qua non. Family, friends and a few episodes do occupy a special place in my heart, but I for one would go as far as elevating test match cricket to the same pedestal. Absurd though this may sound, this version of my favorite game has been the most alluring and captivating feature of the last 10-12 years and undoubtedly will be for years to come. It has quite easily kept me glued to the television screen when on air, to the newspapers for a thorough read and made me yearn for books galore to learn more. In the era of T-20 cricket when even the fifty over game seems painfully slow to most so called cricket fans, an ardent lover of the five day game (read ‘I’) have been branded an anachronism. Clichéd though it might be, the statement ‘old is gold’ is a very accurate one in this context. Its time I actually start reflecting on the reasons behind the greatness of test cricket and more specifically why I have been so drawn to it.

Among my group of friends, almost all of who are cricket fanatics, I am pretty much regarded a freak when it comes to cricket and its statistics. I have tried to recall when this sudden interest stemmed in me and have found it all too difficult to pinpoint the time from when I became cricket crazy. Test match cricket has been around for decades, 131 years to be precise. Unbelievably gifted players and fantastic teams have graced the arena over the years and surreal performances fill the memory. But one might justifiably ask- what is the difference between this game and the others? Nearly every game has its own elite set of heroes over the years and produces unforgettable moments. Test cricket though stands out in its ability to still thrill and enchant viewers like no other sport whilst retaining almost all its originality.

Typically, a test match spans five days and though this duration might seem a crazy idea to most sport lovers, it’s this very aspect of the game that helps in stand out. Three sessions constitute a day’s play and the start and end of each of them fills one with anticipation. Though moments of brilliance can and do often make the difference, more often than not it is continued consistency and endurance that separate the winning and losing teams. For a spectator and viewer, this is compelling watching. Not for a minute can a player afford to relax or drop guard as he knows all too well that the session and hence the game may hinge on that moment. The batsmen’s technique and bowlers’ skills are thoroughly examined and tremendous application, patience and focus is paramount for success in test cricket.

Test cricket has continued to enthrall players and viewers alike because of its purity. The game has managed to retain its pristine nature despite changes galore all round it. Statistics, controversies, records, memorable performances, amazing on field displays not to mention exceptional radio and television commentary and coverage of the game have all added gloss to the evergreen game. A number of fantastic books have been written by great cricket aficionados further enhancing its beauty.

Well, much as I do try to avoid for fear of fewer readers, no piece on test cricket can do justice to it if it is bereft of the history or statistics. So I shall try and provide a very brief summary of the game so far which also encompasses the reasons why the game stands tall in the pantheon of sports. Originally contested only between England and Australia, their rivalry came to be known as the ‘Ashes’ and their clashes don’t fail to woo the cricket viewer to this date. Other countries including India, South Africa, the West Indies also entered the fray, albeit a few decades later. The greatest player in the pre war period was Sir Donald Bradman of Australia who averaged a stupendous yet unreal 99.94 and is surely the greatest batsman statistically as long as the game survives. Also other exceptionally great players included the man who has the highest number of first class hundreds to date-Sir Jack Hobbs(Eng), the great run machine and fielder par excellence Walter Hammond(Eng) and two of the most consistent and brilliant bowlers to have played the game in Sid Barnes(Eng) and Clarrie Grimmett(Aus). The most controversial and ill tempered cricket contest before the world war was the infamous Bodyline series between Australia and England in 1932-33 when the English captain, in an attempt to stop the deluge of runs from Bradman embarked on what is known as the leg theory of bowling. This series has been all too well documented in books and also had a mini television series made. Reading about the bodyline series and getting a better picture of the situation then was a great boost to my ever increasing love for the game.

The post war period has had some of the best players, trendsetters, and fascinating contests ever witnessed. The West Indies rose to power slowly through the 1950’s and by the mid 1970’s after a few hiccups midway, they were well and truly the greatest team in the world. They revolutionized the game and had a galaxy of star batsman and virtually an assembly line of quality fast bowlers. They debunked the theory that a team needed spinners to perform well and their fast bowlers put fear in the mind of opposition batsmen for almost three decades. Some of the Caribbean greats include Sir Garfield Sobers, who has almost unanimously been chosen the greatest al rounder to have stepped on a cricket field, the 3 W’s (Worrell, Walcott, Weekes), Clive Lloyd- who captained a champion west Indian team which lorded the cricket world more than a decade, Sir Vivian Richards, inarguably the most exciting and destructive batsman to have played the game. They also had fast bowlers such as Michael Holding, Malcolm Marshall, and Andy Roberts who terrorized batsmen the world over. West Indian cricket had in its culture a sense of gay abandon and a different kind of love for the game which readily made it the most loved cricket team all around. They transformed the way cricket was played and test cricket is without doubt indebted to them for this immeasurable contribution of theirs. Australia have been the most consistent team through all the years and since the mid 90’s regained the crown of champions from the declining west Indian outfit which has been in the doldrums ever since much to the chagrin of almost every cricket lover.

Wonderful commentators including John Arlott, Brian Johnston, Richie Benaud and many more have made cricket viewing on television a pleasure. Watching a test match being played down under early morning in India was a pleasure beyond comparison and I haven’t experienced a single event that matches that feeling. Players like Sachin Tendulkar, Brian Lara, and Shane Warne shone bright and captured the minds of the cricket fan. I have been privileged to have been in an era when test match cricket has been at its glorious best and even more blessed to have been able to watch videos and read about the era gone by which undoubtedly set the tone for all the great stuff that followed.

I could as well go on and on writing about test cricket, professing my love for the game and glorifying it no end. But I would rather conclude thus if ever there is a thing called rebirth, I pray that I be reborn as a test cricketer.

Rewind--- 3 yrs in the US...

Well guys....the new blog has taken a while coming....its another 'boring' lookback, retrospective or wutever u call it at the last few years..got to the US of A in haste and amidst a lot of confusion sometime like late dec 2005.. since then, my life has taken turns aplenty..have met radically different people, had myriad experiences..some wonderful..some not so memorable..travelled all round the US..well almost!, ogled at pretty chicks and wondered why the lucky bum next to her cant be me...overall it aint so bad an experience as some may make it seem and also I should state in bold...certainly not as rosy as is projected...well before u guys start thinkin wut the hell this is all about..lemme tell u..its a summary of my life over the past few years..the effects of it are indelible and I have wondered many a time if I made the right decision..of course in hindsight everyone tends to make right choices..ok...its time to get to the bottom of things..

back in India..there was an uneasy feeling about the whole US voyage...though most factors related to the university and courses were all settled...things were still not in place..parents, mom especially was worrying herself every second about how I would manage with my not-so-adequate culinary skills..humongous number of purchases and visits to shopping malls preceded the big day...emotions filled the air..it took great courage for all of us to cut down on the tears and move on to the big moment...Ultimately, the 'man of the moment' got on to the flight and I fel sick in the pits of the stomach...for all that the USA had to offer..i cared a damn for it...my family wasnt going to be with me there and I had no goddamn interest in any of what was goin on.. Food wasnt going in and i felt like puking...somehow held on and decided to sleep...ahh sleep the best solution to most woes...sleep i did like i had been drugged and got up only once at heathrow and then slept again and woke up in chicago...well..even if i had watched a great deal of hollywood movies...the sudden change in culture hit me hard initially...people were friendly and receptive but the apprehension never ceased..delays and other obstacles went by and finally I was at the apartment which I had taken the greatest care to book in advance...the day was dec 31 2005...supposedly new year eve!!

well...as u might have guessed already..i dozed away through the whole of 31st and got up late into 1st jan 2006...one hell of a new year bash...slowly picked myself up and got to terms with where i was...my roomie was a gem...he did help in every way possible and gave me maps and directions to my uinversity which was..well the reason i had gotten to the US in the first place.. visiting the univ seemed to be the last thing on my mind...but the need to access the internet and chat with my parents and sis gave me the energy to go..winter and snow were deterrents but I braved these many a day for that half hour of 'virtual' love and affection..one of these days was when i chanced to meet Sathya who was to change my stay in Kansas forever...never did i think i should speak to some stranger on the road but getting lost wasnt on top of my wishlist...so i did inquire about the way to the apartment and after a smattering of English from both...we thankfully realized that Tamil was the common mother tongue..wasnt that a hell of a relief..? He asked me to get to his apartment and introduced me to each of his friends (thankful especially to have met JD)..I bought a laptop and a phone soon which are in the US was as essential as may i say underwear... nice roomies and a host of great friends around helped in some smooth sailing through the initial turbulent months...

wouldnt wanna speak 2 much about the academic front except that most things went in order..got an RA (abbrev for research assistantship) which was more than useful...got paid well..no fees..wow! suddenly this was life...friends, cricket (Indians..wut do u xpect).. but sadly the one thing amiss was a chick..kidding!..one of my best frds...cka visited me at lawrence in summer and it was an amazing feeling to meet someone who had been with me throughout the last few months in india and had shared many a common experience..decided to meet good ol' frd Kiri and the about to land Maddy in Syracuse...had a gr8 time in syracuse and made a trip to New york and niagara...summer had culminated in the best possible way with me booking a ticket to India in december...

The next few months went by rapidly...all that was on my mind was me goin to india..made a couple of short trips and one memorable one to rolla to meet cka with jd and sathya...went to chicago and had a gr8 time during thanksgivin.... India shopping had begun in full swing and I for one was not the one to hold abck expecially not on the first trip back home...meeting my dear family beckoned and i bought loads of stuff...cka and maddy were coming too.. it was goin 2 b a hell of a jolly time..

sumhow got thru the trauma of travelling by gulf air..with all its delays and sad timings..reached home and the joy that was visible on my parents' and sis's faces cannot be described...got home..hogged like I had been in somalia for years...met my adorable granny who was a huge repository of knowledge and without doubt my greatest inspiration when it came to studying our culture and mythology etc...met up with most relatives..visit to Tirupati with cka..Viv was leaving to the US just like I had the previous year...so spendin quality time with him was paramount..and i did manage 2 squeeze time for tht..overall a really awesome time in india..

got back 2 the US and bak 2 the 'grind'(lol)..trust me...a Masters is a joke..atleast i thot so...did lesser work than my B.E.. a pretty good semester w.r.t trips again...a simple amazin trip 2 florida full of escapades and gud memories..met all old-school buddies..a trip of a lifetime to the west indies for the cricket world cup ended in a fiasco!

on the academic front...brought out a research paper-just 2 show my nerdy side as well.. and..as a reward for that..took off on a trip to california...had a great time and simple loved the bay area and LA...and after this embarked on another india trip...people mus b thinkin wut the hell i've jus been upto in the US..:D

and this time the whole india trip was a surprise...beautifully planned and executed with precision..sumhow the loopholes din give it away...family was shocked and it was a fantastic month and half...got my LASIK done and no more specks for me..my long standing companion of 20 yrs was gone..sigh!

back 2 the US..finishin up the degree...job hunt and etc etc...thats a diff story and a sad one at tht..don wanna mix that with these gr8 times...:D