The above title is not my creation but something which I read somewhere. It has really struck a chord in me. I don't know but I really love those words.
I have seen many saints in TVMalai, living under the grace of Arunachala. They would be just sitting around, walking around, eating "anna daanam" (food donated to them), sipping some tea. I have not been to Rishikesh or Badrinath or any such places. But I have seen pictures and so can imagine the different sects of Saints in this great spiritual country:
Saints who are complete renunciates but still living in acceptable social norms.
Saints who find some guru and live completely surrendered to him
Saints who live in complete secrecy trying to empower chakras and attain other siddhi's (Occult powers)
Saints who are outright rebels (like Aghoris) and so misunderstood that their mere sighting fills the common man's heart with fear
Saints who live in caves alone
Then there are the seekers. The householders, who have this strange enquiry within them but still not "ready" to leave and renunciate. Just a visit to TVMalai fills my heart with respect for those Europeans, Americans, Asians, etc. who have travelled so many miles to find "truth" or understand the concept. Of course, I am aware of Indians too who are genuine seekers out there. Speaking to this seekers, my life is slightly enriched to see that there are individuals who are thirsty for such kind of knowledge. They are ready to roam around India and visit many more such places.
Haa.. Back home, I see old people still wanting to "own" a house in the twilight of their lives. In the Newspaper, you see stories of corruption, murder, rapes, etc.. People moving form one place to another, from one job to another, from one goal to another. As a child all you want is milk, then after some time you need toys, then the desires multiply to more subtle levels like love, success, ambitions. Such is a general man's life. The desire is always there, just the object of desire changes. And what all lengths we go to achieve something after which we will just replace that void with someone else.
So the first time I read that title, I was filled with the thoughts like the one typed above.
Bangalore has a Maitreya Buddha Pyramid Spiritual centre and on it's route, you also see many other such institutions like Yogavana Hills, Art of Living, Gurukula, etc.. I feel I will certainly visit Yogavana Hills. But then thats in the future, so lets see. When I visited the Pyramid structure, I saw families who were visiting the place as if it is a picnic spot. But then, in the same premises, they had constructed Tapasthali. It is slightly 500-800 mts away from the Pyramid. Not everyone goes there as the road is not properly constructed (I hope it does not get contructed ever). The place had a small open hutment and a 6 feet high of Shiva facing the East. There is just the sound of the wind breezing through and nothing else. Let the ones who stop at the Pyramid and take photos, let them do so and the ones who meditate inside, let them be blessed. While the others who can wander all the way to Tapasthali and enjoy the peace and serenity, may they too be blessed.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Mount Arunachala… All abiding Self for a few, Monumental quest for a few.
The year was 2006, when my bro had first taken me to Mt. Arunachala. The first time my eyes set on it, I did not feel much. To be honest, I did not care much. Actually, that was when I first met Ananthakrishnan (a saint and an astrologer)who predicted the love of my life would die soon if we got married. I was very disturbed and also hurt. I even thought of breaking up with my girl when I reach Bangalore. Sitting in the rickshaw, I was still feeling a lot of lump in my throat. But there were moments, when thoughts like “If that is the case, so be it” used to arise.
Then in Dec 2008, at my bro’s insistence, I again went to Thiruvannaamalai. I wasn’t completely happy about it. Then that was the day when we did not get any room in the Seshadri Ashram, or Shiva Saniddhi Ashram. We went and booked a room in Hotel Arunachala. Huh, I still wonder why that was so? Then that day we did the “Girivallam” (Circambulation of the hill which was a 14km walk, with the hill on your right side always). That is when a little chord did strike. There was a small stretch at that time where the road was not properly constructed and on the way there were only saints. The hindu saints in their Saffron costume and a small cloth bag with all their belongings. Yes, renunciates. Although, not all were of the holy or true spirit of the seeker. There were those who would beg for money. Inbetween, you can spot some who are indifferent and not begging. Ahh, I really felt great looking at them. Trying to imagine their stories and the path which brought them here, I also saw how “light” and “simple” their lives were. For some reason, there was certain tranquility in the air. I was not impressed with Virupaksha cave and the Skandashram then.
During this time, my career aspect of the life was really bad. There was lot of politics and favoritism being played. I had lost a lot of my mental peace. My brother used to make frequent trips to TVMalai. He often used to call me but I would never go. I had made up my mind that I might visit it, but only when I am more at peace with myself.
Then in the end of 2009, my brother got relocated to Pune. I had made peace with my life in a whole. I clearly understood where “work” should stand in my life. I have done many things with “Vairagya” but this was the first time I was extending it for some event which happens 5 days in a week. I had promised my love and her twin that we will certainly go to TVMalai once. In 2010, we did go there. Things had changed. The little stretch of road, where I had felt tranquility, was quite different. The road and Footpath were well built. The saints were there although much less than before. During that walk, I was very much moved with my love and her twin. They have had such a different lifestyle before, which included pubbing, clubbing, parties and all that. Now to see them here, walking with me for 14 kms evoked great love for them as well as great respect for this hill. Somehow, the threads of our destinies were tied to this place.
Then again in 2010 year-end, we went back to the hill. We did not do the Girivallam. We just visited the Skandashram and Virupaksha cave. There was something different about this trip. I had not told anyone before, but I had thought that Mt. Arunachala is not my “shoe”. It did not fit me. Before boarding on to this trip, I had silently asked “Please give me some sign this time, please let me know if you are indeed the shoe that will fit me”. And then…
Events related to this trip:
We had planned for this trip for some time. So when in USA, I stumbled upon BookAdda.com from which I ordered “A Search in Secret India” by Paul Brunton. I found it so hard to keep it down once I started reading it.
We met Devraj and in one of his conversations, he mentioned how he had come here for many years before he had a divine experience in Virupaksha Cave. Then how we was speaking about the energy he feels in India which is not present in Canada. I told him about the Chinese cab driver in NY who was also an aspiring Buddhist monk and how he used to feel “at home” when flying over India, China and Tibet.
We also spoke to Swamiji. He was a very wise man with one of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Eyes, like the ones which I have only read about or eyes as seen in ancient sculptures of Buddha and other historic figures. He answered many questions that we asked. That is when he spoke about Contemplation. Whenever a feeling of hate, irritation or anything like that comes up, don’t react to it. Just contemplate “why is this arising, where is this coming from”. Even if you do mistake, contemplate on it. He said that he does not do any meditation but only contemplate and surrender to Bhagawan Ramana Maharshi with all love and devotion. I was introduced to the path of contemplation “through him”.
I wanted to meet someone who was truly enlightened. Maybe that Swamiji was a realized person. Since I am not wise or a realized person, I can never be sure. Also, I did not go to him with the sense of a “shishya” (disciple). In the Ramana Ashram Book Store, my eyes fell on the book “No Mind, I am the Self” by David Godman. It was an autobiography of Sri Lakshmana Narayana and Mathru Shri Sharada Devi. I asked Swamiji about them and he said something like, “Yeah, they stay here somewhere. I have completely left everything on Bhagawan.” I did not meet this individuals inspite of me being there on Dec 25th (the only day when they give public “darshan”). Then in another book shop (where I have never set my foot before), I “chanced upon” another inspiring book called “Living with the Himalayan Masters” by Swami Rama.
Off late, I was reading a book from Swami Bhoomananada Thirtha who lives in Kerala , Thrissur. My brother says that I am “guru shopping”. He says ‘When there is that hill there and the Virupaksha Cave, why do you need anything or anyone else?”. I want to know if I would feel any different or if any unknown lock can be opened in a “satsang” (Meditating or sitting and conversing about spiritual topics) with a realized person. I contacted the Ashram to know if the Swamiji will be available in January. My bro kept on telling me, that “You will go everywhere but in the end will end up at TVmalai”. Maybe, just like Paul Brunton. Coming back to the Ashram, they advised me that Swamiji will not be available on the dates I enquired.
I am only knowledgeable enough about the fact that life always gives us some signs but not wise enough to read them accurately. But if I had to pretend and read the signs here, I would say it looks like all the ways are leading to TVMalai. My one shop for all spiritual needs. Nowadays,I envision the hill many times during the day and it somehow lightens my mood. With the sticker of the hill and Maharshi Ramana’s face in front of the car, I always feel safe behind the wheels.
When I sincerely prayed to give me some signs, some message, the hill heard it. Paul Brunton's book and bookadda.com in US while casualy surfing. Devraj just walked in when we were almost done with our dinner and on our way to meeting Swamiji. I might have walked across “No Mind, I am the Self” book so many times before without seeing it. Also, the shop from where I bought the inspiring book by Swami Rama. I have seen that store almost every trip but never even went in before. And then the meeting with Swamiji and his wonderful answers. The most important lesson of contemplation among them.
Ahh, Mount Arunachala… How will I ever explain anyone about your grace, power and divinity. I have myself been there when I was quite indifferent to it. But not now. Mere thinking of you, fills my heart with some sort of divinity. Everytime there is a holiday coming up, my first thought is “Hmm, maybe I should go to TVMalai”.
Sri Arunachala, Will I ever realize what “you” are or “are not”? I try to embrace you with my tiny arms but then will you sweep and merge me in?
Then in Dec 2008, at my bro’s insistence, I again went to Thiruvannaamalai. I wasn’t completely happy about it. Then that was the day when we did not get any room in the Seshadri Ashram, or Shiva Saniddhi Ashram. We went and booked a room in Hotel Arunachala. Huh, I still wonder why that was so? Then that day we did the “Girivallam” (Circambulation of the hill which was a 14km walk, with the hill on your right side always). That is when a little chord did strike. There was a small stretch at that time where the road was not properly constructed and on the way there were only saints. The hindu saints in their Saffron costume and a small cloth bag with all their belongings. Yes, renunciates. Although, not all were of the holy or true spirit of the seeker. There were those who would beg for money. Inbetween, you can spot some who are indifferent and not begging. Ahh, I really felt great looking at them. Trying to imagine their stories and the path which brought them here, I also saw how “light” and “simple” their lives were. For some reason, there was certain tranquility in the air. I was not impressed with Virupaksha cave and the Skandashram then.
During this time, my career aspect of the life was really bad. There was lot of politics and favoritism being played. I had lost a lot of my mental peace. My brother used to make frequent trips to TVMalai. He often used to call me but I would never go. I had made up my mind that I might visit it, but only when I am more at peace with myself.
Then in the end of 2009, my brother got relocated to Pune. I had made peace with my life in a whole. I clearly understood where “work” should stand in my life. I have done many things with “Vairagya” but this was the first time I was extending it for some event which happens 5 days in a week. I had promised my love and her twin that we will certainly go to TVMalai once. In 2010, we did go there. Things had changed. The little stretch of road, where I had felt tranquility, was quite different. The road and Footpath were well built. The saints were there although much less than before. During that walk, I was very much moved with my love and her twin. They have had such a different lifestyle before, which included pubbing, clubbing, parties and all that. Now to see them here, walking with me for 14 kms evoked great love for them as well as great respect for this hill. Somehow, the threads of our destinies were tied to this place.
Then again in 2010 year-end, we went back to the hill. We did not do the Girivallam. We just visited the Skandashram and Virupaksha cave. There was something different about this trip. I had not told anyone before, but I had thought that Mt. Arunachala is not my “shoe”. It did not fit me. Before boarding on to this trip, I had silently asked “Please give me some sign this time, please let me know if you are indeed the shoe that will fit me”. And then…
Events related to this trip:
We had planned for this trip for some time. So when in USA, I stumbled upon BookAdda.com from which I ordered “A Search in Secret India” by Paul Brunton. I found it so hard to keep it down once I started reading it.
We met Devraj and in one of his conversations, he mentioned how he had come here for many years before he had a divine experience in Virupaksha Cave. Then how we was speaking about the energy he feels in India which is not present in Canada. I told him about the Chinese cab driver in NY who was also an aspiring Buddhist monk and how he used to feel “at home” when flying over India, China and Tibet.
We also spoke to Swamiji. He was a very wise man with one of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Eyes, like the ones which I have only read about or eyes as seen in ancient sculptures of Buddha and other historic figures. He answered many questions that we asked. That is when he spoke about Contemplation. Whenever a feeling of hate, irritation or anything like that comes up, don’t react to it. Just contemplate “why is this arising, where is this coming from”. Even if you do mistake, contemplate on it. He said that he does not do any meditation but only contemplate and surrender to Bhagawan Ramana Maharshi with all love and devotion. I was introduced to the path of contemplation “through him”.
I wanted to meet someone who was truly enlightened. Maybe that Swamiji was a realized person. Since I am not wise or a realized person, I can never be sure. Also, I did not go to him with the sense of a “shishya” (disciple). In the Ramana Ashram Book Store, my eyes fell on the book “No Mind, I am the Self” by David Godman. It was an autobiography of Sri Lakshmana Narayana and Mathru Shri Sharada Devi. I asked Swamiji about them and he said something like, “Yeah, they stay here somewhere. I have completely left everything on Bhagawan.” I did not meet this individuals inspite of me being there on Dec 25th (the only day when they give public “darshan”). Then in another book shop (where I have never set my foot before), I “chanced upon” another inspiring book called “Living with the Himalayan Masters” by Swami Rama.
Off late, I was reading a book from Swami Bhoomananada Thirtha who lives in Kerala , Thrissur. My brother says that I am “guru shopping”. He says ‘When there is that hill there and the Virupaksha Cave, why do you need anything or anyone else?”. I want to know if I would feel any different or if any unknown lock can be opened in a “satsang” (Meditating or sitting and conversing about spiritual topics) with a realized person. I contacted the Ashram to know if the Swamiji will be available in January. My bro kept on telling me, that “You will go everywhere but in the end will end up at TVmalai”. Maybe, just like Paul Brunton. Coming back to the Ashram, they advised me that Swamiji will not be available on the dates I enquired.
I am only knowledgeable enough about the fact that life always gives us some signs but not wise enough to read them accurately. But if I had to pretend and read the signs here, I would say it looks like all the ways are leading to TVMalai. My one shop for all spiritual needs. Nowadays,I envision the hill many times during the day and it somehow lightens my mood. With the sticker of the hill and Maharshi Ramana’s face in front of the car, I always feel safe behind the wheels.
When I sincerely prayed to give me some signs, some message, the hill heard it. Paul Brunton's book and bookadda.com in US while casualy surfing. Devraj just walked in when we were almost done with our dinner and on our way to meeting Swamiji. I might have walked across “No Mind, I am the Self” book so many times before without seeing it. Also, the shop from where I bought the inspiring book by Swami Rama. I have seen that store almost every trip but never even went in before. And then the meeting with Swamiji and his wonderful answers. The most important lesson of contemplation among them.
Ahh, Mount Arunachala… How will I ever explain anyone about your grace, power and divinity. I have myself been there when I was quite indifferent to it. But not now. Mere thinking of you, fills my heart with some sort of divinity. Everytime there is a holiday coming up, my first thought is “Hmm, maybe I should go to TVMalai”.
Sri Arunachala, Will I ever realize what “you” are or “are not”? I try to embrace you with my tiny arms but then will you sweep and merge me in?
Friday, December 31, 2010
Self Realisation, Self Enquiry?
Feels like reading too much too can create more blocks in meditation. Have never meditated properly at all. Have been very impatient. What is the path of self-inquiry? In language terms, it is about watching your thoughts. Who is watching? If I am watching my thoughts, does it mean that MY mind should be watching the thoughts that are coming up? If "I" keep watching my mind, how will my mind be still? So used to be attached to the mind, that it is like "mind" is watching the "mind". Enquiring where did this thought originate from, mind is being used. So if I keep doing that, will my mind be ever quite.?
Contemplation - another way. The mind is contemplating. So if my mind is only contemplating my thoughts and actions, how will this help? How will the mind be dissolved?
My mind is again having all this questions. Or all this just a way to dissolve the mind.
Philosophising again, it looks like all this is just a process to help the mind realise that it is just a manifestation and not a reality. Once it realises that, it will understand how meaningless it is. Then it will choose to die or it dies or it is absorbed. With the mind, goes the ego. Ego is nothing but a manifestation of the mind.
Whatever remains then is the pure Self (whatever that Is or Is Not).
Let me in someway surrender myself to this quest or enquiry. I will not pressure myself or even feel if it is possible to realise self. It will not help me in anyway. Who knows what the future has for me? And anyways, realised or unrealised, I will never diminish so who cares.
If it has to happen, it will... maybe, it already has... But it Is or Is Not.
Contemplation - another way. The mind is contemplating. So if my mind is only contemplating my thoughts and actions, how will this help? How will the mind be dissolved?
My mind is again having all this questions. Or all this just a way to dissolve the mind.
Philosophising again, it looks like all this is just a process to help the mind realise that it is just a manifestation and not a reality. Once it realises that, it will understand how meaningless it is. Then it will choose to die or it dies or it is absorbed. With the mind, goes the ego. Ego is nothing but a manifestation of the mind.
Whatever remains then is the pure Self (whatever that Is or Is Not).
Let me in someway surrender myself to this quest or enquiry. I will not pressure myself or even feel if it is possible to realise self. It will not help me in anyway. Who knows what the future has for me? And anyways, realised or unrealised, I will never diminish so who cares.
If it has to happen, it will... maybe, it already has... But it Is or Is Not.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
My Love, Spirituality and Shahrukh Khan connection
I have written about my love in previous posts as well. I am touching them again here but with a slightly different note. It might be slightly cheesy for the unromantic, for the ones who find it to superflous or idiotic to be rules by the heart in this way. But what to do... I would always choose to be a man of hearts rather than the brain.
I have always been more matured for my age while growing up. I remember as child, being attracted to the girl who used to dance on stage during Christmas celebrations or the one who used to fill water from the same public tap as I. I have always been open to love, for love. I have walked the road of life with a lot of love in my heart, paving the way for spirituality and then there was always, Shahrukh Khan's (SRK) songs in the background.
Thank you for all the wonderful and beautiful moments and sights of love. You have unintentionally helped me in understanding love, life and I much more than before. The year that I turned 16 is an important turning point of my life. It was the time when I was first touched by true love. I don't believe that true love needs to be always reciprocated. It never happened to me for some time. For other reasons which I remember, I had alienated myself from the crowd into a recluse. But through it all, my love for V was going strong. It was kind of obsessive and very intense. But still very school boyish and immatured. I would see daydreams with her. So there I was, looking at her from the canteen (with about 200 mts separating us) and then looking at the building behind her (which was my college), looking at the other kids and aha… the first step towards spirituality… a philosophic enquiry. Sitting all by myself questions sprang up, one after the other and another voice answering them, not in a assured manner and sometimes questions met with silence. Maybe, I can say I was alone but not lonely. Or the word is solitude. A fire was lit… and it still burns.
So the SRK connection… If I ever have to draw a roadmap of my love life, I can always mark some destinations with an SRK song or movie. At this stage of my love. That was the time when I started loving SRK and his movies. His movie songs like “Tu hain meri Kiran” (You are mine, Kiran) from Darr which expressed the obsessive nature of love or another epitome of music for the unrequited love “Ae Kash Ke Hum Hosh Mein Ab Aane nap aye”(I wish I never wake up now) from Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa or a song describing realization of love “Ho Gaya hain tujhko to Pyaar Sajna” (You are in love) from DDLJ. I used to listen to the same songs everyday in the same order while getting ready to college. SRK, loved you for the movies you used to do then and the man you were then. How I wish if you would remember what you were now?
I loved you so much that I do not hope anything from you. Then, the final year of college. The great little warrior was somewhat more assured and strong. Was no longer the puzzled, cynical and angry boy of before. With lot of love for V and still open to love. Then one fine morning, while standing with my group of 3 friends and collegemates, she calls me. She is none other than R, the greatest girl I had met till then(as I realized later). She called me to inform me that she is getting engaged. I still have no idea what prompted her to tell me that. I have never been close to anyone during my 4 years in college (except for 3 friends) and certainly not her. And she had been going around with another guy for about 2 years. Back to the moment, there she was telling me that she is getting engaged (not to the guy she is in love with) . Then that was just the start of a hour long conversation. Wow, that was the beginning of one of the most wonderful relationships I ever was to have with a girl. After that, there were so many more meetings, computer pracs, walking around in college. Ahh, the intelligent and soul-stirring conversations with a rare and genuine girl. I knew that I never stood a chance, but I never looked for it. R was the first one who read my book of love quotes. R helped me in opening up to the other people around me. I mean, the quietest guy in the college was busy playing an active role in the B’Day party of a professor. And the graceful way she accepted my handwritten greeting card and how she appreciated me. How can I ever forget that? How can I ever forget the great girl who helped me to grow more open to the world around me? How can I?
SRK connection… That was the year when Mohabattein released. Now when I look back, the story is nonsensical and stupid. But back then, I loved it. I loved the songs. But more importantly, something that I still love about the movie is the concept of love that was shown. I mean the way you should love without any expectations no hope and no conditions. That was exactly the dimension of love I was experiencing. And then as a matter of coincidence, to see something like that in Silverscreen.
I never did anything for love but did everything in love. I loved you so much that I miss you and I felt pain. After about 1 year of starting my work life, I came across CG. I still remember the first time I was introduced to her. Did not even remember her until a chance of life had my entire team moving to a new temporary office set up and we would be seated closeby. Then those lunches together with Jeni. Then working on weekends. Then gradual and slow start of a close friendship. Speaking about dreams, Mumbai, plastic “hi” and all that. Then going to the orphanage together. You calling out my love as nothing but just a fashion to have a girlfriend when I confessed my love to you (ohh, that hurt the most). Then me playing Santa Claus by giving you Robbie Williams CD or some meaningful gift you would like. Then your decision to go back to Mumbai. I still remember coming with you to your church and tears in my eyes during the sermon. Awesome walk through the WTR Road and then me going back home alone in the eerie dark road again. Never felt spooked or haunted though. Moments spent talking in the terrace. The sun setting on the evening you were leaving, the bus which you boarded to Mumbai, the last and only time I ever held your hand. I still remember staring at the back of the bus and feeling a lump in my throat. Maybe, I should have taken that last trip with you to Mumbai and come back, a road trip for a lifetime of memories. Memories, in the end that is all we will ever have. During all this, great little warrior used to put in his walkman headphones on the years and walk MG Road. Once sitting there, observing life as is. Then one night coming back and writing 5 poems, one after the other. Phew, what was that? You were not the reason but you certainly helped me.
SRK connection… This longing feeling to be with the one you love and to do anything and everything in love. So what if it never will be receiprocated, atleast I gave my love a chance! So what if I am hurt now, this will be reasons for a smile for many years hence! And all this in the first half of a not so successful movie named “Chalte Chalte”. What do I say more? But yeah, this movie still reminds me of this phase. I was there with her on her last day in Bangalore, walking, talking and with a song "Sunona, Suno na, Humsafar Mujhi ko chun lo naa" as the theme.
Ohh! My Lady so Bright!! As I was about to close my heart to love, was getting resigned to fate that love will never happen to me and just when I had enough of Bangalore , she came. I still remember seeing her once before (many months before) in the cafeteria, sitting all alone and something had struck me then. But I had choosen to ignore it. Fell in love with CG too after that. Then during one of offsite training, I met my Lady So Bright again. Everytime I tried to guard myself from getting close to her, she would break open the door and barge in. She came, we saw and I got conquered. Those naughty antics, those innocent lies, so full of life and energy. Taking me ( a villager ;-0)to show what a Pub is, walking and running around in the garden, the first girl who told me that she too loves me, the first girl who told me to hold her hand, the first girl that I made love with... Poems coming out like a stream. Love was changing me for the better. I was so open to many other things, people who were so different to me. All my life, I never had an ideal girl but never thought I would fall in love who would be so naughty, so cunning but in a innocent way, so feeble yet more stronger than I thought I knew her to be. Love every moment of this roller coaster life, love so much that you are the one to travel along side with. Want to make you laugh, make you feel good, feel relaxed, smile, celebrate, make love to you, all my life.
SRK connection... As was the thing, my love certainly made me the happiest but was a cause of great sorrrow for the people closest to me. At the same time, SRK's movie "Veer Zaara" happened and with it came some great songs with it. Some lines like "Naadan hain woh, kehte hain joh, Mere liye tum ho gair"(They are naive, who tell me that you are not the one for me). Also, what about "Yeh Hawaa Kyun Gaa rahi hain", the song which I kept playing it while on return flight from NY in 2005 after a 3 month stay.
So there it is. My love life in connection to spirituality and SRK. There are many ways on this so called road of spirituality. So far I have somehow chanced upon the way of love... and as it is, the way of love is filled with so much romance and music and fun. Loved the journey so far, looking forward to what lies ahead.
And yeah, recent SRK's movies are really bad (and he is so pretentious than before) but my love is still going great. Thanks to all the girls whom I loved and the only one who could love me back. My spirituality... ohh that wonderful search... It is still on... I know I am walking, but will I reach the end or maybe it is all about the journey... Will I ever find an answer or what if it has never been about the answers? Ahh, who knows...
I have always been more matured for my age while growing up. I remember as child, being attracted to the girl who used to dance on stage during Christmas celebrations or the one who used to fill water from the same public tap as I. I have always been open to love, for love. I have walked the road of life with a lot of love in my heart, paving the way for spirituality and then there was always, Shahrukh Khan's (SRK) songs in the background.
Thank you for all the wonderful and beautiful moments and sights of love. You have unintentionally helped me in understanding love, life and I much more than before. The year that I turned 16 is an important turning point of my life. It was the time when I was first touched by true love. I don't believe that true love needs to be always reciprocated. It never happened to me for some time. For other reasons which I remember, I had alienated myself from the crowd into a recluse. But through it all, my love for V was going strong. It was kind of obsessive and very intense. But still very school boyish and immatured. I would see daydreams with her. So there I was, looking at her from the canteen (with about 200 mts separating us) and then looking at the building behind her (which was my college), looking at the other kids and aha… the first step towards spirituality… a philosophic enquiry. Sitting all by myself questions sprang up, one after the other and another voice answering them, not in a assured manner and sometimes questions met with silence. Maybe, I can say I was alone but not lonely. Or the word is solitude. A fire was lit… and it still burns.
So the SRK connection… If I ever have to draw a roadmap of my love life, I can always mark some destinations with an SRK song or movie. At this stage of my love. That was the time when I started loving SRK and his movies. His movie songs like “Tu hain meri Kiran” (You are mine, Kiran) from Darr which expressed the obsessive nature of love or another epitome of music for the unrequited love “Ae Kash Ke Hum Hosh Mein Ab Aane nap aye”(I wish I never wake up now) from Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa or a song describing realization of love “Ho Gaya hain tujhko to Pyaar Sajna” (You are in love) from DDLJ. I used to listen to the same songs everyday in the same order while getting ready to college. SRK, loved you for the movies you used to do then and the man you were then. How I wish if you would remember what you were now?
I loved you so much that I do not hope anything from you. Then, the final year of college. The great little warrior was somewhat more assured and strong. Was no longer the puzzled, cynical and angry boy of before. With lot of love for V and still open to love. Then one fine morning, while standing with my group of 3 friends and collegemates, she calls me. She is none other than R, the greatest girl I had met till then(as I realized later). She called me to inform me that she is getting engaged. I still have no idea what prompted her to tell me that. I have never been close to anyone during my 4 years in college (except for 3 friends) and certainly not her. And she had been going around with another guy for about 2 years. Back to the moment, there she was telling me that she is getting engaged (not to the guy she is in love with) . Then that was just the start of a hour long conversation. Wow, that was the beginning of one of the most wonderful relationships I ever was to have with a girl. After that, there were so many more meetings, computer pracs, walking around in college. Ahh, the intelligent and soul-stirring conversations with a rare and genuine girl. I knew that I never stood a chance, but I never looked for it. R was the first one who read my book of love quotes. R helped me in opening up to the other people around me. I mean, the quietest guy in the college was busy playing an active role in the B’Day party of a professor. And the graceful way she accepted my handwritten greeting card and how she appreciated me. How can I ever forget that? How can I ever forget the great girl who helped me to grow more open to the world around me? How can I?
SRK connection… That was the year when Mohabattein released. Now when I look back, the story is nonsensical and stupid. But back then, I loved it. I loved the songs. But more importantly, something that I still love about the movie is the concept of love that was shown. I mean the way you should love without any expectations no hope and no conditions. That was exactly the dimension of love I was experiencing. And then as a matter of coincidence, to see something like that in Silverscreen.
I never did anything for love but did everything in love. I loved you so much that I miss you and I felt pain. After about 1 year of starting my work life, I came across CG. I still remember the first time I was introduced to her. Did not even remember her until a chance of life had my entire team moving to a new temporary office set up and we would be seated closeby. Then those lunches together with Jeni. Then working on weekends. Then gradual and slow start of a close friendship. Speaking about dreams, Mumbai, plastic “hi” and all that. Then going to the orphanage together. You calling out my love as nothing but just a fashion to have a girlfriend when I confessed my love to you (ohh, that hurt the most). Then me playing Santa Claus by giving you Robbie Williams CD or some meaningful gift you would like. Then your decision to go back to Mumbai. I still remember coming with you to your church and tears in my eyes during the sermon. Awesome walk through the WTR Road and then me going back home alone in the eerie dark road again. Never felt spooked or haunted though. Moments spent talking in the terrace. The sun setting on the evening you were leaving, the bus which you boarded to Mumbai, the last and only time I ever held your hand. I still remember staring at the back of the bus and feeling a lump in my throat. Maybe, I should have taken that last trip with you to Mumbai and come back, a road trip for a lifetime of memories. Memories, in the end that is all we will ever have. During all this, great little warrior used to put in his walkman headphones on the years and walk MG Road. Once sitting there, observing life as is. Then one night coming back and writing 5 poems, one after the other. Phew, what was that? You were not the reason but you certainly helped me.
SRK connection… This longing feeling to be with the one you love and to do anything and everything in love. So what if it never will be receiprocated, atleast I gave my love a chance! So what if I am hurt now, this will be reasons for a smile for many years hence! And all this in the first half of a not so successful movie named “Chalte Chalte”. What do I say more? But yeah, this movie still reminds me of this phase. I was there with her on her last day in Bangalore, walking, talking and with a song "Sunona, Suno na, Humsafar Mujhi ko chun lo naa" as the theme.
Ohh! My Lady so Bright!! As I was about to close my heart to love, was getting resigned to fate that love will never happen to me and just when I had enough of Bangalore , she came. I still remember seeing her once before (many months before) in the cafeteria, sitting all alone and something had struck me then. But I had choosen to ignore it. Fell in love with CG too after that. Then during one of offsite training, I met my Lady So Bright again. Everytime I tried to guard myself from getting close to her, she would break open the door and barge in. She came, we saw and I got conquered. Those naughty antics, those innocent lies, so full of life and energy. Taking me ( a villager ;-0)to show what a Pub is, walking and running around in the garden, the first girl who told me that she too loves me, the first girl who told me to hold her hand, the first girl that I made love with... Poems coming out like a stream. Love was changing me for the better. I was so open to many other things, people who were so different to me. All my life, I never had an ideal girl but never thought I would fall in love who would be so naughty, so cunning but in a innocent way, so feeble yet more stronger than I thought I knew her to be. Love every moment of this roller coaster life, love so much that you are the one to travel along side with. Want to make you laugh, make you feel good, feel relaxed, smile, celebrate, make love to you, all my life.
SRK connection... As was the thing, my love certainly made me the happiest but was a cause of great sorrrow for the people closest to me. At the same time, SRK's movie "Veer Zaara" happened and with it came some great songs with it. Some lines like "Naadan hain woh, kehte hain joh, Mere liye tum ho gair"(They are naive, who tell me that you are not the one for me). Also, what about "Yeh Hawaa Kyun Gaa rahi hain", the song which I kept playing it while on return flight from NY in 2005 after a 3 month stay.
So there it is. My love life in connection to spirituality and SRK. There are many ways on this so called road of spirituality. So far I have somehow chanced upon the way of love... and as it is, the way of love is filled with so much romance and music and fun. Loved the journey so far, looking forward to what lies ahead.
And yeah, recent SRK's movies are really bad (and he is so pretentious than before) but my love is still going great. Thanks to all the girls whom I loved and the only one who could love me back. My spirituality... ohh that wonderful search... It is still on... I know I am walking, but will I reach the end or maybe it is all about the journey... Will I ever find an answer or what if it has never been about the answers? Ahh, who knows...
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Mumbai... It's people, It's spirit! --- Part 2
It is so extensive to speak about Mumbai. It is known as the City of Dreams and truly deserves the tag. Somehow, there is always an opportunity for anyone to make a living. That is why you have a high number of immigrants coming from all corners of our amazing country.
This city actually symbolises the map of India. A Lady with open arms, welcoming all. As said before, anyone can make some sort of a living here. Somehow, somewhere they will find some shelter here.
The city is open to all. Mumbai is home to Asia's biggest slum as well as the world's costliest house.
It is home to people from all walks of people. In one side, you have the countries richest business tycoons, media agencies, movie stars, cricketers and then you have the channawalahs (roadsie peanut sellers), nariyal paaniwaalas (roadside coconut water vendors), roadside chaats, boot polish, etc.
I agree that the city can be insensitive and it has many notorious examples of it. But more often than not, the city always rises above the situations and challenges like the megafloods of Mumbai. Unknown strangers serving tea to strangers stranded in the water, people supplying biscuits or fruits (whatever they could), volunteers who would go in the waist-deep waters and stand near pot-holes to warn others about the unknown danger are all now a part of the folklore.
Speaking about my experiences with people in Mumbai, there are so much. How about how amazed I was when my rickshaw driver took a boy (who had been asking for directions) and dropped him at his location? And then when the boy takes out a 10 rupee note, the driver just smiles and says "No". How about the rickshaw friend who used to drop me home free so many times? How about the bus conductors who were so cordial that they would always alarm me before my stop (just because I informed them I have no idea which stop I need to get down except for the name). How about the showrooms where they will show you every item they have and don't even make a grimace if you don't buy after all that. Haa, Mumbai... You made me tough but also gave me a false perception that people all around the world are the same helpful and professional. Imagine my culture shock with rickshaw drivers in Bangalore who will charge whatever they think the rate is, fight with you, quarrel over the destination, the unprofessional showroom sales people, or in NY when I was shocked by the rude responses when I was just enquiring about the rates of different watches, monkey caps, taxi driver asking for tips, Internet cafe shop person not showing me how to swipe in the card and log-in when I just asked for guidance, etc..
I do not want to glorify the terrorist attacks by spelling them out, but the city needs to be applauded for the way it gets back on it's feet everytime after such barbaric acts has happened. People will be out taking the same streets and local trains, fighting fear but going on. This city is made of such people, and maybe they are made of the city.
Salaam Mumbai!!!
Mumbai... It's people, It's spirit! --- Part 1
First.. I am from Vasai, a suburb near Mumbai, but not too far to be not touched by the openness, freedom and the spirit of Mumbai.
Second... Been to New York twice, once in 2005 for 3 months and then in Dec 2010 for 2 weeks. The second trip, walking on the NY streets, observing people and my interactions with the shopkeepers and taxi-drivers, made me realise... how great Mumbai actually is! It truly is the city of dreams. Missed it so much. I left Vasai for work and came to Bangalore. I was in for a culture shock from the lack of professionalism and friendliness among the local shopkeepers to the rickshaw drivers to showrooms and road rage among common people. Except for the weather, there is nothing great that you can write about Bangalore. If I am to be born again, I want to be born in Vasai... near Mumbai... I mean, we all feel we are Mumbaikars. That is how big Mumbai's heart is.
So a post on this greatest city was long overdue... I will try to cover some general grounds and then maybe some personal experiences as to why I feel this city is the greatest in the world.
Also, the photos used in the posts are not mine but from google searchs.
The Spirit of Mumbai and it's people can be easily witnessed in a very regular day. Just go to any of the local stations or stand next to a railway track and see the train go by. You will see a hundreds of people hanging by the train (as if their life depends on it). But that is the way it is. Millions have taken that train for years. Many unnamed relationships are formed. People just know each other by faces and always smile and acknowledge each other (no plastic "Good Morning" or "How are you"). Then there are people who form some bonds. They will always get into the same compartment, rotation on who will bring food for the gang, playing cards in their one hour journey. So strange are these relationships, that the only time their lives ever intertwine is in the daily journey to the office by local train.
I too have been unknowingly a part of this. I used to take the First Class Compartment of the 8.47 (or 8.45)a.m Vasai Local. I would always stand near the same bench everyday. I saw that there was a group there. They would crack jokes, play cards, etc.. Then one day I was feeling very sick. I just asked one of them if I can sit for just 5 minutes as I am not feeling well. Then Mumbai opened up, they quickly gave me the place, someone got a bottle of water. But that is not all. I got down at Andheri and some of the group got down there too. One of them came to me and said, "Take leave, Health is Wealth". I have no idea who he is or his name and vice versa. But we are all just the same, somewhere we all see ourselves in everyone in this sea of faceless people.
And then the words of Karishma Kapoor that she allegedly told a reporter when asked why she used to travel by the local train "To understand life". Agreed. To add to that statement, just travel by the local train, hang outside the doors or sit by the window and see the various phases of life passing by. You will be closest to understanding the nature of the observer, the witness. Where else can you get such a meditative lesson, but Mumbai.
Second... Been to New York twice, once in 2005 for 3 months and then in Dec 2010 for 2 weeks. The second trip, walking on the NY streets, observing people and my interactions with the shopkeepers and taxi-drivers, made me realise... how great Mumbai actually is! It truly is the city of dreams. Missed it so much. I left Vasai for work and came to Bangalore. I was in for a culture shock from the lack of professionalism and friendliness among the local shopkeepers to the rickshaw drivers to showrooms and road rage among common people. Except for the weather, there is nothing great that you can write about Bangalore. If I am to be born again, I want to be born in Vasai... near Mumbai... I mean, we all feel we are Mumbaikars. That is how big Mumbai's heart is.
So a post on this greatest city was long overdue... I will try to cover some general grounds and then maybe some personal experiences as to why I feel this city is the greatest in the world.
Also, the photos used in the posts are not mine but from google searchs.The Spirit of Mumbai and it's people can be easily witnessed in a very regular day. Just go to any of the local stations or stand next to a railway track and see the train go by. You will see a hundreds of people hanging by the train (as if their life depends on it). But that is the way it is. Millions have taken that train for years. Many unnamed relationships are formed. People just know each other by faces and always smile and acknowledge each other (no plastic "Good Morning" or "How are you"). Then there are people who form some bonds. They will always get into the same compartment, rotation on who will bring food for the gang, playing cards in their one hour journey. So strange are these relationships, that the only time their lives ever intertwine is in the daily journey to the office by local train.
I too have been unknowingly a part of this. I used to take the First Class Compartment of the 8.47 (or 8.45)a.m Vasai Local. I would always stand near the same bench everyday. I saw that there was a group there. They would crack jokes, play cards, etc.. Then one day I was feeling very sick. I just asked one of them if I can sit for just 5 minutes as I am not feeling well. Then Mumbai opened up, they quickly gave me the place, someone got a bottle of water. But that is not all. I got down at Andheri and some of the group got down there too. One of them came to me and said, "Take leave, Health is Wealth". I have no idea who he is or his name and vice versa. But we are all just the same, somewhere we all see ourselves in everyone in this sea of faceless people.
And then the words of Karishma Kapoor that she allegedly told a reporter when asked why she used to travel by the local train "To understand life". Agreed. To add to that statement, just travel by the local train, hang outside the doors or sit by the window and see the various phases of life passing by. You will be closest to understanding the nature of the observer, the witness. Where else can you get such a meditative lesson, but Mumbai.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Sachin Tendulkar- An Objective viewpoint of a fan
Let me state this precisely... I am big fan of Sachin. Of course, I have never had any formal cricket coaching or have never played any real cricket league (with Season ball), not represented school or college... But leaving modesty aside, I consider myself a deep student of the game... While playing in my locality, my coaches were Sachin and Dravid, many other international cricketers collectively and yes of course, my brain/heart. I am not boasting but I used to emulate my stance and defence on Dravid, my straight drive on Sachin (have executed many a times as well). There was a time when my brain was highly active and there was not a single day when I did not use to think about my game, or some match I might have seen. Believe me, I have won the 1999 WC match for India in the do-or-die situation against Australia. For whatever reasons, I will have to live my life with a tag a thinker and not a doer.. Hence my words might now carry much weightage... But, still need to put my perspective on Sachin Tendulkar.
For some Sachin is the epitome of batsmanship, god of cricket and put in all the superlatives possible. Believe me, I am the first one to say that he is certainly one of the most talented players in world cricket. When it comes to One Dayers, any alltime XI will be incomplete without him. But when it comes to Test Match (cricket in it's purest form and intent, where cricket skills, intelligence and character is stretched to its limit), Sachin is great but not really deserving of a secured place in All-time XI.
Lets try to put some perspective as to why. His fans first argument would obviously be the number of centuries i.e. 49. Taking out all the match situations, lets look at this on a pure number basis. Out of 49, India has won on 20 occassions. Again out of these 20 wins, 3 were against Bangladesh, 2 against Zimbabwe and 2 against Sri Lanka in 1993 and 1994 (when they were not really good). This means that his 49 centuries has resulted 11 wins against top quality sides of the era. Even if you require some further debate, Sri Lanka and Bangladesh can be considered as "Home" matches as the conditions are similar to back home in India. Not really made of GREAT stuff huh.
This time let me initiate the argument that he is a choker. His 136 while chasing 271 against Pak is supposed to be one of his greatest innings. I agree that he really played well there. But did he win it for us? The answer is NO. I don't care if he was having backaches. I believe that to be a champion, you need to be making great sacrifices. Even if that means, fighting it out to make that last extra effort of 20 runs and taking your team over the line. But Sachin chose to take the short cut and with slightest hint of flight, came down and holed out trying to hit the ball for a six. Saqi might have fooled in, but the truth is that he was himself beaten by his weak control over his mind. What I mean is, when the target is in sight, within hands reach, is when your mind really starts playing games. This is the time when it is the toughest to concentrate and control your mind. Sachin has always lost the plot here. Be it be while having to chase modest targets like 155 (V/s Aus in Chennai 2000) or 120 (against WI) or the most recent matches in Sri Lanka and in Mohali against Australia. This is further evidenced whenever he is approaching a milestone (especially the nervous nineties). His 175 (one of his best ODI Innings, I love it) against Aus in Hyd also substantiates this, he got out for a stupid shot when India was so close to victory. His 93 or 96 against Pak in 2003 WC, almost taking us to victory but then Dravid and Yuvraj played sensibly to finish it.
His fans might say that India normally lets him down. I do not agree to that. Post 1996, Sachin has had a great advantage of batting with Dravid, Ganguly, Laxman and Sehwag. When India won it's first Test Match in Australia (in Adelaide), it was Dravid who had made 233 and followed it up with 70 odd runs (while chasing). In the same series down under, Sachin made 241 (hyped up as the innings without a cover drive) and 60 in the second innings only resulted in a Draw. Yes, you can argue that the bowlers did not do their job but the fact is the test match did not result into a Win. We had the same team and the same opponents. Thank goodness it was Dravid and not Sachin who was setting up the chase. Otherwise, it would have been another case of so near yet so far.
Now let me put up the argument. Sourav Ganguly, Rahul Dravid and VVS Laxman has opened the innings and also come in positions of #3, #4 (when Sachin was injured/rested), #5 and #6. Sachin has always played at #4. The argument is you always have the best batsman at #4. The reasoning is because opening debacles are not anticipated and there is always #3 (who has a difficult job of blocking his end if the ball is moving around or build on the good start given by the openers) to take the shine of the ball giving your best batsman the best chance of making it good (in Sachin's case, the most). No matter what the match situation (except for a nightwatchman) or what his personal form was, Sachin has never stepped down from his favourite position. Even I was surprised when I read in Cricinfo that Sourav averages about 66 @ that position of #4 amassing about 1000 runs. Who knows what could have been. Maybe that amazing 264 run chase on the 4th day pitch when Dada made 98 coming at #4 as Sachin was rested/injured (Dravid contributing 78) against Sri Lanka (with a threat of a certain Murali) in Kandy would not have been just a one-off. From a personal point of view, #1, #2, #3 and #6 are the most challeging positions to bat. The former because having to face fresh bowlers on a fresh pitch (with no real idea how the pitch will behave) and #6 as there is always many occassion when you will have to manouvre the tail.
"Greatness" is a word not to be used very loosely and "greatest" is word which should be used miserly. Sachin is great but not god or the greatest. Sachin cannot even be compared to Gavaskar as the latter played without a helmet and always played for a win and only when it is not possible played to not lose. Gavaskar's 38 centuries means more to India than Sachin's 49 centuries. Gavaskar never had the likes of laxmans, dravids or even a ganguly. He just had an inconsistent Vishy and M Amarnath. Moreover, Gavaskar opened the innings (without a helmet) against the fastest bowling line-ups (WI, AU, ENG) and was not being shielded at #4. Gavaskar had the nerve to set up the match, try and win the now famous 403 run chase against the mighty WI. Sachin does not have any story like that. I keep stressing on the helmet. Why? Just remember, that Sachin was hit on his face while facing Waqar in his debut innings and after that he is never seen without a helmet (not even while facing spinners). The gradual fans and his admirers can say that it is a protective gear but the more you think and analyse it gives the batsman an advantage. I am not going to stress on it any longer.
So my dear friends, enjoy Sachin's batting as long as it lasts. It has given everyone (including yours truly) a lot of smiles. But don't insult the likes of Gavaskar by stating Sachin is greater than him. Just try to answer this: If Gavaskar was not there, will there ever be a Tendulkar?. That is what Gavaskar's impact on Indian cricket is. But don't insult the likes of Dravid, VVS and Ganguly by saying Sachin is a god and the cornerstone of Indian Cricket. Sachin was there in the 1990's as well as the 2000's. But India started winning ODI' s consistently in late 90's and Test matches abroad post 2000 when we had the above-mentioned batsmen establishing themselves in the team. Also, a closer observation of Sachin's big scores will reveal a pattern of contributions from one of the above or Sehwag as well. That is the truth. Sachin pales in comparison to Lara who scored 430 runs against the Strong Australian team. Sachin just does not have a story like. To be greatest, you need to have such against all odds stories. I am not saying he should do it every year. But atleast 1! Maybe, I am asking for too much.
All I want to state is that Sachin is a great batsman, showcases amazing humility but Test-match impact and playing in pressure situations has never been his forte. And Test Match cricket is not all about the god-given talent but sop much more about mental strength, tactics and intelligence. In this regards Sachin falls just (only just) short of greatness. His averages and mass of runs might hide this, but look deeper and you will see.
Thanks. I know I have been saying this but this is my last post on cricket. I know that Sachin fans will not agree. It is fine. I just wanted to put this perspective out there among all the hype around Sachin.
For some Sachin is the epitome of batsmanship, god of cricket and put in all the superlatives possible. Believe me, I am the first one to say that he is certainly one of the most talented players in world cricket. When it comes to One Dayers, any alltime XI will be incomplete without him. But when it comes to Test Match (cricket in it's purest form and intent, where cricket skills, intelligence and character is stretched to its limit), Sachin is great but not really deserving of a secured place in All-time XI.
Lets try to put some perspective as to why. His fans first argument would obviously be the number of centuries i.e. 49. Taking out all the match situations, lets look at this on a pure number basis. Out of 49, India has won on 20 occassions. Again out of these 20 wins, 3 were against Bangladesh, 2 against Zimbabwe and 2 against Sri Lanka in 1993 and 1994 (when they were not really good). This means that his 49 centuries has resulted 11 wins against top quality sides of the era. Even if you require some further debate, Sri Lanka and Bangladesh can be considered as "Home" matches as the conditions are similar to back home in India. Not really made of GREAT stuff huh.
This time let me initiate the argument that he is a choker. His 136 while chasing 271 against Pak is supposed to be one of his greatest innings. I agree that he really played well there. But did he win it for us? The answer is NO. I don't care if he was having backaches. I believe that to be a champion, you need to be making great sacrifices. Even if that means, fighting it out to make that last extra effort of 20 runs and taking your team over the line. But Sachin chose to take the short cut and with slightest hint of flight, came down and holed out trying to hit the ball for a six. Saqi might have fooled in, but the truth is that he was himself beaten by his weak control over his mind. What I mean is, when the target is in sight, within hands reach, is when your mind really starts playing games. This is the time when it is the toughest to concentrate and control your mind. Sachin has always lost the plot here. Be it be while having to chase modest targets like 155 (V/s Aus in Chennai 2000) or 120 (against WI) or the most recent matches in Sri Lanka and in Mohali against Australia. This is further evidenced whenever he is approaching a milestone (especially the nervous nineties). His 175 (one of his best ODI Innings, I love it) against Aus in Hyd also substantiates this, he got out for a stupid shot when India was so close to victory. His 93 or 96 against Pak in 2003 WC, almost taking us to victory but then Dravid and Yuvraj played sensibly to finish it.
His fans might say that India normally lets him down. I do not agree to that. Post 1996, Sachin has had a great advantage of batting with Dravid, Ganguly, Laxman and Sehwag. When India won it's first Test Match in Australia (in Adelaide), it was Dravid who had made 233 and followed it up with 70 odd runs (while chasing). In the same series down under, Sachin made 241 (hyped up as the innings without a cover drive) and 60 in the second innings only resulted in a Draw. Yes, you can argue that the bowlers did not do their job but the fact is the test match did not result into a Win. We had the same team and the same opponents. Thank goodness it was Dravid and not Sachin who was setting up the chase. Otherwise, it would have been another case of so near yet so far.
Now let me put up the argument. Sourav Ganguly, Rahul Dravid and VVS Laxman has opened the innings and also come in positions of #3, #4 (when Sachin was injured/rested), #5 and #6. Sachin has always played at #4. The argument is you always have the best batsman at #4. The reasoning is because opening debacles are not anticipated and there is always #3 (who has a difficult job of blocking his end if the ball is moving around or build on the good start given by the openers) to take the shine of the ball giving your best batsman the best chance of making it good (in Sachin's case, the most). No matter what the match situation (except for a nightwatchman) or what his personal form was, Sachin has never stepped down from his favourite position. Even I was surprised when I read in Cricinfo that Sourav averages about 66 @ that position of #4 amassing about 1000 runs. Who knows what could have been. Maybe that amazing 264 run chase on the 4th day pitch when Dada made 98 coming at #4 as Sachin was rested/injured (Dravid contributing 78) against Sri Lanka (with a threat of a certain Murali) in Kandy would not have been just a one-off. From a personal point of view, #1, #2, #3 and #6 are the most challeging positions to bat. The former because having to face fresh bowlers on a fresh pitch (with no real idea how the pitch will behave) and #6 as there is always many occassion when you will have to manouvre the tail.
"Greatness" is a word not to be used very loosely and "greatest" is word which should be used miserly. Sachin is great but not god or the greatest. Sachin cannot even be compared to Gavaskar as the latter played without a helmet and always played for a win and only when it is not possible played to not lose. Gavaskar's 38 centuries means more to India than Sachin's 49 centuries. Gavaskar never had the likes of laxmans, dravids or even a ganguly. He just had an inconsistent Vishy and M Amarnath. Moreover, Gavaskar opened the innings (without a helmet) against the fastest bowling line-ups (WI, AU, ENG) and was not being shielded at #4. Gavaskar had the nerve to set up the match, try and win the now famous 403 run chase against the mighty WI. Sachin does not have any story like that. I keep stressing on the helmet. Why? Just remember, that Sachin was hit on his face while facing Waqar in his debut innings and after that he is never seen without a helmet (not even while facing spinners). The gradual fans and his admirers can say that it is a protective gear but the more you think and analyse it gives the batsman an advantage. I am not going to stress on it any longer.
So my dear friends, enjoy Sachin's batting as long as it lasts. It has given everyone (including yours truly) a lot of smiles. But don't insult the likes of Gavaskar by stating Sachin is greater than him. Just try to answer this: If Gavaskar was not there, will there ever be a Tendulkar?. That is what Gavaskar's impact on Indian cricket is. But don't insult the likes of Dravid, VVS and Ganguly by saying Sachin is a god and the cornerstone of Indian Cricket. Sachin was there in the 1990's as well as the 2000's. But India started winning ODI' s consistently in late 90's and Test matches abroad post 2000 when we had the above-mentioned batsmen establishing themselves in the team. Also, a closer observation of Sachin's big scores will reveal a pattern of contributions from one of the above or Sehwag as well. That is the truth. Sachin pales in comparison to Lara who scored 430 runs against the Strong Australian team. Sachin just does not have a story like. To be greatest, you need to have such against all odds stories. I am not saying he should do it every year. But atleast 1! Maybe, I am asking for too much.
All I want to state is that Sachin is a great batsman, showcases amazing humility but Test-match impact and playing in pressure situations has never been his forte. And Test Match cricket is not all about the god-given talent but sop much more about mental strength, tactics and intelligence. In this regards Sachin falls just (only just) short of greatness. His averages and mass of runs might hide this, but look deeper and you will see.
Thanks. I know I have been saying this but this is my last post on cricket. I know that Sachin fans will not agree. It is fine. I just wanted to put this perspective out there among all the hype around Sachin.
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