Kerala's serene. Idyllic..A perfect place for some soul stirring. Maybe that's what prompted me to read stuff related to God, philosophy, ideology and the likes during my short vacation there a couple of weeks back. During the course of my impromptu philosophy binge, I came across this short article in one of the books....And my vacation ended there....The article read thus:
"There was once a rich businessman who lived in Egypt. He was extremely God-fearing and prayed five times a day. A man who always lived by God's principles, he took pride in the fact that he had never in his lifetime committed any of the seven sins. One day his gardener met with an accident. The rich businessman was also kind at heart. He took care of his gardener's entire medical expenses and also paid him some extra money. But the gardener could not work anymore. And so he was fired. A few years later the rich businessman passed away. In the corridors that lead to heaven and hell, God ordered his angels to send the businessman to hell. A visibly stunned and shaken businessman asked God, "O Lord, I've always lived by your principles. Always loved and respected everyone. Always given more than recieved. Never committed any of the sins. Why then O Lord are you punishing me thus??" God replied, "Son, remember the gardener you fired?? Ever wondered how he lived after you fired him?? He lived in extreme poverty. His three daughters turned prostitutes. I hold you responsible for four lives. Hence you shall, as per my wish, quite deservingly go to hell."
Now you guys read that right?? We're not going in for the moral of the story and stuff here but how ridiculous is that?? How can God be so inconsiderate?? Isn't that scary?? I'll tell you why I'm so worked up about the whole thing. I'm no atheist. I believe in God, quite strongly at that, just like other normal human beings.And so I'd definitely like to believe that this is how God functions. Now, the point here is, with that kind of background check I'm definetely going to hell. As a matter of fact, I'd make it to hell quite easily even without a background check. But how can God be so uncompromising?? Aren't we all supposed to be God's children and stuff?? Atleast that's what they taught us in school. It's one thing to read sms jokes about heaven having just the good climate and hell having all the cool parties. But this is reality. How on earth do we find a way to heaven through this strict screening process!!
O God....SIR....Isn't there a way out of this mess?? I know that I've sinned. But please show me some kindness. After all the stuff that I've done I know its a tough ask but.....I've always believed that you live naughty in your 20's and once you touch your 50's you turn spiritual and God-fearing and everything else that comes along with it to make up for the lost time. Isn't that how it generally works?? The tried and tested path to salvation and heaven and all that. But if that aint true, then I promise to mend my ways. I promise to change for the good. And i mean it. First things first, ill put myself immediately on a women-diet. Since a lot can happen over coffee, I'd shun those coffee dates as well. I promise to become one of those loving, caring and understanding things that women crave for. Will respect their emotions, feelings, remember their birthdays and give them free access to my credit cards. Break-ups will be a thing of the past and flings shall no longer exist.I promise also, not to touch alcohol in any form. Not even the extremely irresistable flavoured vodka cocktails. In extreme cases, I'd even promise to save the environment.This one aspect of my life, if changed, could possibly take me closer to heaven. And since I own the bragging rights here, this could be one of my only possible faults.
Desperate times call for desperate ideas and one such idea has just popped up in my cerebrum. GOD....how about if we shut down hell completely??? And instead You could probably hand out on the spot punishments..We go through punishments during the course of our lifetime for the mistakes we've committed and at the end of it we wouldn't need hell....!!! Coz we're already done with our quota of punishments. How's that for an idea???!!!! And if You'd still like to keep hell open, then kindly exclude the not-so-cruel kinds, which would include me by all means. And its not, by any stretch of imagination possible that hell would remain unoccupied due to that decision. Excluding a certain class of humans scientifically called CASANOVAS would infact prevent hell from having whatever miniscule percentage of fun that its dreaded croony inhabitants could have dreamt of. After all, everyone knows we guys are all about fun. At the same time we're innocuous as well. So technically, hell doesnt deserve us! It would as a matter of fact, create more space for the better deserving. The possibilities are immense. That entire neighbouring country of ours could go. Call it irrational logic, plain hatred or what you may. Most politicians from our country could easily go. And of course, Kareena Kapoor must go!!!
I guess that's it then. The philosophy has definitely worked on me. Atleast now I know what it takes to be a better human being. I'll learn to stay away from women, alcohol, to love mankind and to ultimately achieve the path to salvation and make it to heaven...........
"DEAR GOD, I'll go to hell. Just send my friends there. Thanks."
Luv-Shri...
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Monday, May 12, 2008
BEYOND SHAME !
Its once again reiterated that women in India are one of the unluckiest in the world. I wish we could call it national shame. But hell, its way beyond that. If I called it shock and a state of utter disbelief, I would be mincing words. Waking up to news of a 12 yr old being raped in the capital is hardly music to the ears. The fact that the crime was committed by a cop, our supposed guardians makes it even more intestine curling.
Having lived in India for the past 6 yrs, Ive always been fiercely proud of almost everything my country achieves a name for. It's always pleasant to hear great stuff about one's country. 'A future superpower', 'One of the fastest growing economies in the world', 'T20 champions' and almost everything else we as a country are known for in recent times. But there are a lot of things I fail to understand. A lot of things that I would love to question, seek answers for and maybe even fight against. As an NRI, there have been times in the past where inspite of loving my country so dearly, I've wondered if its really worth living here. Will I ever be able to support certain kind of ideologies that exist here?? I'm having serious doubts. Even after 61 yrs of independence, some things just dont seem to be changing.
What is the reason for such horrid crimes being committed in India with such alarming regularity?? I dont really want to discuss all atrocities committed against women. We could publish separate books on dowry deaths, female infanticide, child marriage et al. Not that we dont already have books on these topics. Delhi and rape unfortunately go hand in hand. Its definitely not the first time that such an incident has happened. Foreigners have faced their worst nightmares here. Not like the locals are better off. Can we just conclude by saying that all Delhi men are plain desperate?? Or should we tag along with what the moral brigade keeps saying. Quotes like " women should dress moderately to protect themselves" are well known. I mean, we are talking about a 12 yr old girl........How badly could she have dressed?????? I wish I was born ignorant. I would have easily bought these arguments and couldnt have cared less. Sadly I'm not.
Is it a lack of strict rules that lead to such mindless crimes being committed in our country. I'm not really very sure. I was part of a state wise college debate on whether rapists should be given the death sentence or not. We supported the motion and even managed to win the debate but it somehow how got stuck in the murky corridors of the parliament. When this topic was floored in the parliament the fortunate clowns in white who got elected due to us ignorant ones were (not very surprisingly) unable to reach a conclusion. Neither did they find a solution. Which is precisely why we wake up to news of a rape being committed day in and day out. I dont see any reason why the cop should be languishing behind bars while the victim has an entire life ahead of her still. I've faced arguments wherein they say hanging him wouldnt actually help her in anyway. From where I see, probably tomorrow we could deter a potential rapist by declaring capital punishment for the offence. He doesnt deserve to live. Not in my eyes. Period.
Statistically, this is the 150th rape being committed in Delhi. We as Indians try to bring out positives from everything. Comparisons with the US cant be left far behind. They say a rape is committed in the US every 12 mins. We're better off after all right??? At this rate we'll catch up soon just like the school gun culture is catching up. Visuals of the Delhi CM and the city police commissioner refusing comments were not encouraging either. Information coming in says that the moral brigade has asked the IPL cheerleaders to cover up. Just when I was beginning to wonder where they had disappeared??? I mean targetting a Khushboo or a MF Hussain or beating up North Indian labourers are far better ways of serving the country than reaching out to an 'isolated' case of rape. The Scarlett Keeling case was obviously beyond our control because she had a careless mom and was already into drugs which obviously gives an Indian national the right to rape her. Bitti Mohanty raped a German national, jumped parole and is still untraceable. Basically, we are just plain insensitive as a society at large. You can add helpless if you please. We'll all wake up tomorrow, forget this incident and get stunned as and when the next rape hits headlines.
Few people find it amusing that a playboy chose to write on a topic like rape. Well, I have a mother and a sister. And coming to think of it maybe that's what the damned cop dint have. Or maybe he would have done the same to them too. With all due respect 'sir', hope you burn in hell.
Having lived in India for the past 6 yrs, Ive always been fiercely proud of almost everything my country achieves a name for. It's always pleasant to hear great stuff about one's country. 'A future superpower', 'One of the fastest growing economies in the world', 'T20 champions' and almost everything else we as a country are known for in recent times. But there are a lot of things I fail to understand. A lot of things that I would love to question, seek answers for and maybe even fight against. As an NRI, there have been times in the past where inspite of loving my country so dearly, I've wondered if its really worth living here. Will I ever be able to support certain kind of ideologies that exist here?? I'm having serious doubts. Even after 61 yrs of independence, some things just dont seem to be changing.
What is the reason for such horrid crimes being committed in India with such alarming regularity?? I dont really want to discuss all atrocities committed against women. We could publish separate books on dowry deaths, female infanticide, child marriage et al. Not that we dont already have books on these topics. Delhi and rape unfortunately go hand in hand. Its definitely not the first time that such an incident has happened. Foreigners have faced their worst nightmares here. Not like the locals are better off. Can we just conclude by saying that all Delhi men are plain desperate?? Or should we tag along with what the moral brigade keeps saying. Quotes like " women should dress moderately to protect themselves" are well known. I mean, we are talking about a 12 yr old girl........How badly could she have dressed?????? I wish I was born ignorant. I would have easily bought these arguments and couldnt have cared less. Sadly I'm not.
Is it a lack of strict rules that lead to such mindless crimes being committed in our country. I'm not really very sure. I was part of a state wise college debate on whether rapists should be given the death sentence or not. We supported the motion and even managed to win the debate but it somehow how got stuck in the murky corridors of the parliament. When this topic was floored in the parliament the fortunate clowns in white who got elected due to us ignorant ones were (not very surprisingly) unable to reach a conclusion. Neither did they find a solution. Which is precisely why we wake up to news of a rape being committed day in and day out. I dont see any reason why the cop should be languishing behind bars while the victim has an entire life ahead of her still. I've faced arguments wherein they say hanging him wouldnt actually help her in anyway. From where I see, probably tomorrow we could deter a potential rapist by declaring capital punishment for the offence. He doesnt deserve to live. Not in my eyes. Period.
Statistically, this is the 150th rape being committed in Delhi. We as Indians try to bring out positives from everything. Comparisons with the US cant be left far behind. They say a rape is committed in the US every 12 mins. We're better off after all right??? At this rate we'll catch up soon just like the school gun culture is catching up. Visuals of the Delhi CM and the city police commissioner refusing comments were not encouraging either. Information coming in says that the moral brigade has asked the IPL cheerleaders to cover up. Just when I was beginning to wonder where they had disappeared??? I mean targetting a Khushboo or a MF Hussain or beating up North Indian labourers are far better ways of serving the country than reaching out to an 'isolated' case of rape. The Scarlett Keeling case was obviously beyond our control because she had a careless mom and was already into drugs which obviously gives an Indian national the right to rape her. Bitti Mohanty raped a German national, jumped parole and is still untraceable. Basically, we are just plain insensitive as a society at large. You can add helpless if you please. We'll all wake up tomorrow, forget this incident and get stunned as and when the next rape hits headlines.
Few people find it amusing that a playboy chose to write on a topic like rape. Well, I have a mother and a sister. And coming to think of it maybe that's what the damned cop dint have. Or maybe he would have done the same to them too. With all due respect 'sir', hope you burn in hell.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
MY FIRST LIVE-IN......
When SALAAM NAMASTE released a few years back, I was totally dumbstruck. Not, by the gorgeous Zinta babe or by an extremely stylish Saif showin' off his Calvin Klein undies. But, by this whole new concept that caught me totally unawares. Ignorance is bliss, they say. Not really. Oblivious to the fact that this was not a new concept after all combined with my ignorance provided enough fuel for my excitement then. "Live-in relationship???", I thought. But isn't that something the high society deals with?? There you see, ignorance at work again...
Well, live-in must be fun. For a relationship committment phobic like me, that's the conclusion I arrived at. I mean Saif danced with Preity on the beaches of Australia, clear blue waters, good song; u could actually forgive me for expecting anything less. Even if not that elaborate it's still got to be fun. Lets forget the pregnancy and stuff like that alryt. Lets just concentrate on the good stuff. MAN.......I wish I had a live-in relationship!!!!
Last Feb(2007) I met a girl on the internet. Well, I knew this girl earlier to be honest. In the sense we worked for the same company but apparently she dint remember my name or for that matter ever seeing me in office!!! She looked absolutely stunning in her pics. And I immediately had a huge crush on her....... AS USUAL!!!.......Two weeks of flirting over the net and tons of meaningless conversations later she decided that she had to meet me. She wanted to come down to Bangalore. Initially, I was a little averse and apprehensive to this idea but gave my consent later. And she had absolutely no qualms about sharing my place.
Excitement may not be the right word to use. I was on cloud #12. I was gonna realise my dream of having a live-in relationship.....finally!!.....Feb 14 coming up and a hot girl for a date. What luck, I thought to myself. God's so kind these days. I got to work almost immediately decking up my place making it look hospitable atleast livable, if a word like that exists. We have a huge rented place but it resembles nothing less than a posh refugee camp, what with clothes and tons of....I dont know...........crap lyin around......
Well, the big day finally arrived. FEB 13TH. I rose early from bed all glowing; the umpteen face packs and no-marks sessions holding me in good stead. A light breakfast and a warm shower later, I was all ready in my new clothes to pick her up from the bus-depot. A slight headache bothered me but that could have just been a head rush and I brushed it aside.
There's somethin' about the Majestic bus depot. There's so much tough life around the place that it somehow always keeps you grounded. And that's exactly what it did to me. I was brought back straight down to earth. It was a crow that did the damage initially. A few droppings on my left shoulder moments before she arrived...........What would I do now?????? Few leaves lyin' around helped me do a li'l bit of damage control. And then.....the big moment finally arrived.....She alighted fron the bus..........And I hit earth with an even harder THUD!!!........Well, she dint look as gorgeous as her pics were...If I was to be blunt, she looked nowhere close. Not that she was ugly, but certain hopes just crashed. Maybe it was just travel lag, I consoled myself. And we set for home. She was quite impressed with my place but there were other things running on my mind. When she looked the same even after a shower, nervousness began to creep in and the truth sank in slowly and painfully. A good camera can do wonders..!!
Well now what??? She's gonna be with me for a week and she's my responsibility..The kind of words that I'm not comfortable with. And besides, is it bout looks anyways?? M no Saif myself....So what's d big deal??? We started talking and within no time I realised that I had gotten myself into deep shit................AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The woman I was dealing with was extremely insecure and over-possessive. From my point of view, her being a woman was enough cause for anxiety.
The next few days that I spent with her can be aptly described as disastrous. Forget the entire week. The very next day was Valentine's day and it was supposed to be our first date together. Ever heard of the power of compounding??? It's applicable not just to investments and finances but to your woes as well....She had an extremely wierd sense of dressing.....bordering on....well I'll just say that she wore very less. And there's no way on earth that I'm gonna take her out in those noodle straps. A good amount of convincing and our FIRST argument later, she agreed to wear more. Atleast wear something...........And there we were at the mall having our FIRST lunch together, our FIRST meaningful conversation on why chole bature is more tasty in Mumbai and watching our FIRST movie together. Not that bad after all, I thought to myself unaware of what lay ahead. I hit the sack early after reachin' home what with being in a state of trance for over 24 hrs.
That was the first time that both of us went out together............That was the last too.....My sweetheart woke me up early next morning. There are certain things about women that men will never understand. If you dont want to understand, that makes things even worse. My beloved and I had the following conversation the next morning:
"Which lipstick do you think i should apply??", she asked...
"Well hon", i replied, " I dint know that we were goin' out today!!!"
"I know we aren't........But tell me na.....Which one???"
"But....but....why do you wanna put all this on early in the morn??"
" Are you gonna tell me or not??", she fumed....
"Apply whichever that you like. They both look the same to me", I exclaimed and went back to bed.
That was yet another mistake. She couldn't understand how I could be so insensitive!! I mean both the lipsticks were poles apart. One gave a glossy finish while the other was a lip moisturizer. And the colours were red and maroon. And I thought they were similar......Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!! How could I be so insensitive???????
The remaining days competed with each other for the 'Worst Days Of My Life' award, one tryin to outwit the other. I went through intense coaching sessions on why men are so inconsiderate, why women are always right, on how a fight can be resolved if a guy shuts his mouth n related topics of HER interest. I completed 'ages' and 12 fights successfully without injuring myself. I became an expert at duckin questions like, "Do you really love me??", "How long is this relationship gonna last??" and worse still........."What if we get married???"........I pressed the panic button a million times, already had a receding hairline, and a thick beard to sport...Depression crept in slowly but surely. Clear blue waters replaced by deep troubled ones.
Songs replaced by arguments. Love replaced by a total lack of it. Australia replaced by Bangalore and fantasy replaced by reality.
What went wrong with my live-in then??? Was it my over expectations?? Immaturity?? Or simply a wierd woman?? A mixture of all these I guess. She left by the end of the week waving goodbye kisses et all. But where do I go from here? I'm scared of committment, relationships, marriage and everything that has a similar undertone. Live-in was my only ray of hope. And that just went kaput. WHAT NOW???????????
Knowledge is power, she said, once during an argument. She was right. Maybe I should learn the difference between a lipstick gloss and lip moisturizer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, live-in must be fun. For a relationship committment phobic like me, that's the conclusion I arrived at. I mean Saif danced with Preity on the beaches of Australia, clear blue waters, good song; u could actually forgive me for expecting anything less. Even if not that elaborate it's still got to be fun. Lets forget the pregnancy and stuff like that alryt. Lets just concentrate on the good stuff. MAN.......I wish I had a live-in relationship!!!!
Last Feb(2007) I met a girl on the internet. Well, I knew this girl earlier to be honest. In the sense we worked for the same company but apparently she dint remember my name or for that matter ever seeing me in office!!! She looked absolutely stunning in her pics. And I immediately had a huge crush on her....... AS USUAL!!!.......Two weeks of flirting over the net and tons of meaningless conversations later she decided that she had to meet me. She wanted to come down to Bangalore. Initially, I was a little averse and apprehensive to this idea but gave my consent later. And she had absolutely no qualms about sharing my place.
Excitement may not be the right word to use. I was on cloud #12. I was gonna realise my dream of having a live-in relationship.....finally!!.....Feb 14 coming up and a hot girl for a date. What luck, I thought to myself. God's so kind these days. I got to work almost immediately decking up my place making it look hospitable atleast livable, if a word like that exists. We have a huge rented place but it resembles nothing less than a posh refugee camp, what with clothes and tons of....I dont know...........crap lyin around......
Well, the big day finally arrived. FEB 13TH. I rose early from bed all glowing; the umpteen face packs and no-marks sessions holding me in good stead. A light breakfast and a warm shower later, I was all ready in my new clothes to pick her up from the bus-depot. A slight headache bothered me but that could have just been a head rush and I brushed it aside.
There's somethin' about the Majestic bus depot. There's so much tough life around the place that it somehow always keeps you grounded. And that's exactly what it did to me. I was brought back straight down to earth. It was a crow that did the damage initially. A few droppings on my left shoulder moments before she arrived...........What would I do now?????? Few leaves lyin' around helped me do a li'l bit of damage control. And then.....the big moment finally arrived.....She alighted fron the bus..........And I hit earth with an even harder THUD!!!........Well, she dint look as gorgeous as her pics were...If I was to be blunt, she looked nowhere close. Not that she was ugly, but certain hopes just crashed. Maybe it was just travel lag, I consoled myself. And we set for home. She was quite impressed with my place but there were other things running on my mind. When she looked the same even after a shower, nervousness began to creep in and the truth sank in slowly and painfully. A good camera can do wonders..!!
Well now what??? She's gonna be with me for a week and she's my responsibility..The kind of words that I'm not comfortable with. And besides, is it bout looks anyways?? M no Saif myself....So what's d big deal??? We started talking and within no time I realised that I had gotten myself into deep shit................AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The woman I was dealing with was extremely insecure and over-possessive. From my point of view, her being a woman was enough cause for anxiety.
The next few days that I spent with her can be aptly described as disastrous. Forget the entire week. The very next day was Valentine's day and it was supposed to be our first date together. Ever heard of the power of compounding??? It's applicable not just to investments and finances but to your woes as well....She had an extremely wierd sense of dressing.....bordering on....well I'll just say that she wore very less. And there's no way on earth that I'm gonna take her out in those noodle straps. A good amount of convincing and our FIRST argument later, she agreed to wear more. Atleast wear something...........And there we were at the mall having our FIRST lunch together, our FIRST meaningful conversation on why chole bature is more tasty in Mumbai and watching our FIRST movie together. Not that bad after all, I thought to myself unaware of what lay ahead. I hit the sack early after reachin' home what with being in a state of trance for over 24 hrs.
That was the first time that both of us went out together............That was the last too.....My sweetheart woke me up early next morning. There are certain things about women that men will never understand. If you dont want to understand, that makes things even worse. My beloved and I had the following conversation the next morning:
"Which lipstick do you think i should apply??", she asked...
"Well hon", i replied, " I dint know that we were goin' out today!!!"
"I know we aren't........But tell me na.....Which one???"
"But....but....why do you wanna put all this on early in the morn??"
" Are you gonna tell me or not??", she fumed....
"Apply whichever that you like. They both look the same to me", I exclaimed and went back to bed.
That was yet another mistake. She couldn't understand how I could be so insensitive!! I mean both the lipsticks were poles apart. One gave a glossy finish while the other was a lip moisturizer. And the colours were red and maroon. And I thought they were similar......Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!! How could I be so insensitive???????
The remaining days competed with each other for the 'Worst Days Of My Life' award, one tryin to outwit the other. I went through intense coaching sessions on why men are so inconsiderate, why women are always right, on how a fight can be resolved if a guy shuts his mouth n related topics of HER interest. I completed 'ages' and 12 fights successfully without injuring myself. I became an expert at duckin questions like, "Do you really love me??", "How long is this relationship gonna last??" and worse still........."What if we get married???"........I pressed the panic button a million times, already had a receding hairline, and a thick beard to sport...Depression crept in slowly but surely. Clear blue waters replaced by deep troubled ones.
Songs replaced by arguments. Love replaced by a total lack of it. Australia replaced by Bangalore and fantasy replaced by reality.
What went wrong with my live-in then??? Was it my over expectations?? Immaturity?? Or simply a wierd woman?? A mixture of all these I guess. She left by the end of the week waving goodbye kisses et all. But where do I go from here? I'm scared of committment, relationships, marriage and everything that has a similar undertone. Live-in was my only ray of hope. And that just went kaput. WHAT NOW???????????
Knowledge is power, she said, once during an argument. She was right. Maybe I should learn the difference between a lipstick gloss and lip moisturizer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
MONKEY OFF BHAJJI'S BACK
So screamt the headlines in the leading daily, the TOI. The three test match ban on Bhajji had been lifted and the racial slur goes. Though he's been fined 50% of his match fees, that's hardly meaningful punishment. So what exactly did happen during the Sydney test?? What was all the fuss about?? In short, what's the big deal???
Apparently, Bhajji responded to Symonds provocation by saying 'teri maa ki' which poor li'l Symonds interpreted as 'monkey'. OMG!!!!!!!!! the kind of misunderstandings that can happen due to 'cultural and language barriers'. But then again, that's not exactly what Symonds heard. Symonds heard Bhajji call him a 'big monkey'. Now, hws that possible??????? Well, maybe Bhajji said something like 'teri badi maa ki' or maybe even 'teri biwi aur maa ki'.We could consider these possibilities.
The ever so diplomatic Kumble came out on TV and thanked Ponting, CA, the Australian people, media, the hot dog vendor and a couple of more of his good friends. After all we all just witnessed 'cricket emerge victorious' right???
BULLSHIT!!! That's the best way to describe it.....CA was pummelled into submission by a cash rich BCCI's money and muscle power. Politicking at its best. After all, we are from India and they dont do politics better than this these days. With a mid tour team pullout and an ESPN sue threat looming large CA just gave in and the magic formula called compromise was all worked out. Australian players frustration can well be understood. Must be something like what the taliban felt, being groomed by Pakistan into rogues and then being ditched by them. In this context with obvious reference to the concerned parties.
Was the entire episode justified then??? Debatable. But for a team that calls themselves world champions running on zero sportmanship and even lower moral values, such jolts definitely come as a breath of fresh air.
Live with it guys. We have a rich board. And you guys just got a taste of raw money power. So, the next time a Muralitharan or a Sarwan gets harassed in your backyard, do remember that a bunch of brown guys whopped you exactly at the same place. Perth first, and now this, it must be really hard.
And Symonds......in case Bhajji really called you a monkey, apologies(heartfelt). But the resemblance is uncanny. Sorry mate..........
Apparently, Bhajji responded to Symonds provocation by saying 'teri maa ki' which poor li'l Symonds interpreted as 'monkey'. OMG!!!!!!!!! the kind of misunderstandings that can happen due to 'cultural and language barriers'. But then again, that's not exactly what Symonds heard. Symonds heard Bhajji call him a 'big monkey'. Now, hws that possible??????? Well, maybe Bhajji said something like 'teri badi maa ki' or maybe even 'teri biwi aur maa ki'.We could consider these possibilities.
The ever so diplomatic Kumble came out on TV and thanked Ponting, CA, the Australian people, media, the hot dog vendor and a couple of more of his good friends. After all we all just witnessed 'cricket emerge victorious' right???
BULLSHIT!!! That's the best way to describe it.....CA was pummelled into submission by a cash rich BCCI's money and muscle power. Politicking at its best. After all, we are from India and they dont do politics better than this these days. With a mid tour team pullout and an ESPN sue threat looming large CA just gave in and the magic formula called compromise was all worked out. Australian players frustration can well be understood. Must be something like what the taliban felt, being groomed by Pakistan into rogues and then being ditched by them. In this context with obvious reference to the concerned parties.
Was the entire episode justified then??? Debatable. But for a team that calls themselves world champions running on zero sportmanship and even lower moral values, such jolts definitely come as a breath of fresh air.
Live with it guys. We have a rich board. And you guys just got a taste of raw money power. So, the next time a Muralitharan or a Sarwan gets harassed in your backyard, do remember that a bunch of brown guys whopped you exactly at the same place. Perth first, and now this, it must be really hard.
And Symonds......in case Bhajji really called you a monkey, apologies(heartfelt). But the resemblance is uncanny. Sorry mate..........
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