why have we made such a fuss about a mere cricket player who is just about 5 feet above the ground level, has endorsements to his name just like any other superstar celebrity world over would and tweet our heart out on his every morning siesta lasting till end of night?

well, if the cricketer in question is Sachin, then he is a far cry from our usual cricketers that hog the limelight and get swayed off it. Sheer tenacity to last and bat since 1989, plunder runs in every cricket ground of the world, carrying monumental aspirations of a nation that goes insane over cricketing overhauls and a career that has always been under the scanner for every move he makes (on and off the field), he remains our legend of a fairy tale.

for a while, lets not talk about his on field aura, for now that is. he makes news if he tows, sneezes and gulps. his personal preferences become national gimmicks. his stature provokes a coaxial movement that forces the constitution to enhance a mandate and a rival cricketing continent endows their most coveted prize upon him.

well, the story has just begun. almost re-written every batting milestone, 70% of Indian victories during 1995-2010 had his proverbial knocks of extreme bliss, his ton would hand over an Indian victory 6 out of 10 times. 55% of his tons have come on foreign soil and has given us a win-lose ratio of 4:6. we don’t keep a count of his MOMs any more and he has scored more world cup runs than anyone else who has played Cricket in this planet. comparisons with ‘The Don’ and his failure to become the most wanted leader that India kept searching in him ran in tandem veins. yet, he remains a symbol of solidarity. for the ‘Country’ and ‘Cricket’.

phew, yet his career remains scrutinized. now we ask for his head, demand him to hang up his boots as few of his shots in the (in)ceremonious IPL can give any youngster a run for his moolah!

As someone rightly stated – “legends are not born, they come screeching out of the womb with a stick in hand to rule the world and hit themselves when they are down, a-la phoenix act.”

Glad, you are 40! you deem to become wiser and one step ahead in embracing immortality.

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Images that speak for such beautiful moments of my life..

I have had few enormous stints at the ‘Eden’, this one proved special as it marked my comeback to the ‘City of Joy’ and then to the ‘Eden’. Significantly, it was with my sweetheart and she was ecstatic :)!
Picturesque and panting with energy, it was a live-wire to be present and experience the sheer joy!

Never mind the result, ‘Eden’ has been an amphitheater for spectacle and Cricket looks ravishing in those lush green famed plateaus!

More to come from my city, till the next arrives!

We all saw it happen, felt the anguish and disgraced the shameful deed of audacious crime with open arms. Yet, RGV’s bio-centric recapitulation of gory chapters spits venom and reminds us of inhuman embellishment.
It isn’t a review, because it isn’t. It was bad walk down the memory lane, with events unfolding in front of us as the ‘Joint Commissioner’ runs us through his hapless credentials that were a victim of cohesive damage.
Splattered blood, screeching yet relevant background shells, hapless Mumbaikars and Kasab (as depicted in the terror sequences) – RGV recounts with pain and uncomfortable questions, yet again.
But I loved every bit of Nana. He has been a terrific actor in such intensified author backed roles and doesn’t disappoint. His baffled expressions, ferocious yet restrained was the need for a film that took one of the darkest chapters in its belly. I am sure it’s inspired well from real protagonists but reel was evidently cinematized, understandably (credits did indicate that some liberties have been incurred). His duels with Kasab was of great intrigue, shocking at times. But RGV has been kind. Kasab is still human in his adaptation, and difficult to believe that bloated individuals with utter disrespect for human life would live with weapons of a normal, very normal human being. [Read: Emotions]
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A Sudhir Mishra film is always special for me. An assignment filled with intrigue, awe and perspiration, ‘Inkaar’ deals with one of the most sensitive issues in our racks with pertinent audacity.
Stylishly penned and laced with necessary humour content, it takes off from the stands. A famed moderator (Deepti Naval), usual colleague suspects and loads of ‘tu tu main main’: elements that have never ever given us the right verdict on such deterrent issues. Fair enough, Sudhir gives us drama and emotions in toasts and keeps us glued to continue battering about an issue that has long undergone human evolution, few systemic and few are iconic indulgence. Debates, have and will occur as long as men and women work together in mutual-non mutual congruence. ‘Inkaar’ gets this uncomfortable liaisons out in the park.
Impulsive, arrogance, egos – they have been hallmarks of show business for ages now, and we have been splashed with those ethos, with some sweet melodies and titillating screenplay. Arjun Rampal and Chitrangada Singh’s chemistry sizzles, both come up with terrific performances. Rest of the cast supports with flair.
Not a typical classic, yet ‘Inkaar’ has moments of breeze and pedigree.