Sunday 5 December 2010

Mein Bhi Ban Gayaa Mr. India!!

It was yet another lazy Sunday morning and I was curling smaller and smaller on the mat when suddenly the door bell rang. I carried myself on reluctant legs to open the door partially to have a peek at the intruder who turned out to be an unrepentant elderly woman clutching a Bible.

I tried to explain to her in my elementary Korean that "I no Korean, single man, no woman in house you try next door Ajummani.....err..."

.....suddenly I heard a beautiful voice saying;

"Good morning"!

I opened my eyes wide to see if the Ajummani indeed spoke those words to see her moving aside and letting her companion take over the task of convincing the alien. I opened the door wider and offered a beaming smile to the tall and beautiful young lady who definitely appeared to have good news for sinful single aliens leading irresponsible lives among the hermits. She introduced herself and spoke in fluent English about a magazine she was carrying which she wanted me to subscribe. She asked me what my language was and showed me an article in Hindi, asking "this one?", I replied in the negative and took the magazine from her. There was the same article in Tamil too, but not in Malayalam. I told her that my Mother tongue is missing from the list. She said:

"I am sorry, I will search for the article in your language and bring it for you next Sunday."

I smiled approvingly, bade them good bye and forgot about it.

Next Sunday I had a letter in my letter box, accompanied by a magazine, which asked me;

"Why Do People Do Bad Things?"


and the letter from Ms. Young

What if I weighed in just 65 kg all my adult life?

Mein Bhi Ban Gayaa Mr. India!!

Have Wonderful Days you all....

Sincerely.....

forever young ;)

Wednesday 17 November 2010

The 55 W Smile

The Smiles From My Shelf [8]

She was stumbling along, dragging the cart full of rejected cans.

The wrinkles on her face seemed to hold back many an untold struggle in life.

She stopped her cart to take a hard look at me as I was about to pass her.

Then with a soft motherly voice she said, smiling;

“anyang haseyo” :)

Thursday 11 November 2010

11/11; the Pepero Day

Who said that lonely hearts can't have their pepero cookies on 11/11?

Mine arrived on the table in time.....

...... dipped in almond chocolate syrup :P

Hope I'll retain my pepero figure beyond this autumn, though :D

pepero cookies courtesy: Kim Chang Ki :)

Sunday 24 October 2010

My All Time World XI

Even as the curtains were raised for another riveting contest between the two titans of test cricket, I was busy picking my own all time World XI on the sidelines. The posting was delayed by a very very special innings at Mohali. I was expecting something special from my No. 4 in Bangalore to make up for the let down in Punjab. Having got it from the Master, I cannot delay the posting any further as the CricInfo will be coming out with theirs on Monday. The riches at hand were intoxicating and only two out of the eleven picked themselves.

For the openers slots I have selected a vintage accumulator nonpareil, who could well have padded up and went to the crease, had he been alive this day and a modern day warrior, often touted as the very “savior” of test cricket. The first two men to walk into bat first for my team would be Sir John Berry Hobbs and Virender Sehwag.

Sir Jack seldom made an uneducated stroke. When he misjudged the nature of a ball he could make the wrong right strokehe was one batsman who widened and strengthened cricket’s appeal and history......the vintage Hobbs”, scorer of 199 centuries in first class cricket.

Tests are all about strategy. Virender destroys all strategies. He brings the excitement and drama from the first ball. If Test cricket is still alive, it is because of players like him. It’s good for the game.” Matt Hayden

At one down comes the Don. When Nelson Mandela was released from prison after 27 years, his first question to an Australian visitor was;

Is Sir Donald Bradman still alive?”

Cricket is a game thriving on statistics like no other and the statistics show that no sportsman had dominated an international sport to the extent that Bradman did in cricket. In order to post a similarly dominant career statistic, it is estimated that a baseball batter would require a career batting average of .392, while a basketball player would need to score an average of 43.0 points per game. The respective records are only .366 and 30.1!

To quote from Neville Cardus again; “Discussing him entirely from the point of view of a writer on the game, I am happy to say that he was for me a constant spur to ideas. A newspaper column couldn’t contain him. He was, as far as a cricketer can be, a genius.”

I don’t think that my humble blog can contain him either.

Sir Donald George Bradman, my No. 3

And my No. 4 is the man who reminded the Don of himself, the only player from the current generation to be included in Bradman’s XI. In 2002, Wisden ranked him the 2nd greatest Test batsman of all time, behind Sir Donald Bradman, and the 2nd greatest one day international batsman of all time, behind Sir Viv Richards. Shane Warne rated him as the greatest player he had played with or against. As a young boy he made Merv Hughes say to Allan Border; "This little prick's going to get more runs than you, AB" as an adult Matthew Hayden had this to say on him; "I have seen God; He bats at No. 4 for India in Tests". And as an ‘old man’ of 36 years and 306 days; he broke a 40-year-old barrier by scoring the first double-century in one-day cricket. It is now only a matter of time for him to become the first cricketer to score 100 international hundreds, which like Bradman's batting average could be a mark that lasts forever.

Sachin is a genius, I am a mere mortal” Brian Lara.

Yes, simply Sachin, my No. 4.

For the next man in; you may have to wait, for he’ll keep you waiting, to prepare yourselves for the inevitable. Then he’ll appear, and begin what is the most imperial walk of all to the crease in cricket history. He would take guard, and then, chewing his gum disdainfully, he would walk a few steps down the pitch tapping it and turn his head to look the bowler in the eye. It is nothing but calculated menace and magnificent theatre from arguably the most devastating batsman of the history of the game. He remains one of only four non-English cricketers to have scored 100 first-class centuries, the others being Bradman, New Zealander Glenn Turner and Pakistani Zaheer Abbas. Wisden rates him as the greatest ODI batsman of all time, as well as the third greatest Test batsman of all time, after Bradman and Tendulkar. No other batsman in the history of the game could intimidate and rip apart bowling attacks like he did.

I didn’t wrap myself up in cotton wool - with a helmet, a chest guard, an elbow guard - I did it the way men should and I’m proud of that…..I don’t look solely at what I achieved. I look at what the Caribbean and the other guys achieved in showing what teamwork can do. We all think so differently in the various parts of the Caribbean. We each have our different spices, we boast about them and other things because we are from another country and we represent that country. Being able to be in the same team as all these guys, to know the differences between us but still fulfill your goals - that to me was the greatest achievement.

Yes, Sir Isaac Vivian Alexander Richards, the most destructive batsman I was fortunate to see in action; the only captain under whom West Indies never lost a series is my No. 5.

My all rounder is the greatest all-round cricketer the world has seen; the only player to score 300 plus runs and pick up more than 20 wickets in a Test series three times.

A brilliant batsman, splendid fielder, particularly close to the wicket, and a bowler of extraordinary skill, whether bowling with the new ball, providing orthodox left-arm spin or over-the-wrist spin” Richie Benaud

Sublime left-hand batsman….one of the greatest cricketers ever to have graced the game; certainly the greatest all-rounder….has a great cricketing brain and his thought processes are lightning quick”. Fred Trueman

Sir Garfield St. Augustine Sobers, left-handed batsman and bowler. His versatility enabled him to bowl all varieties of left-arm bowling from spin to fast-medium. As a fielder he was usually stationed close to the wicket but he was also a very capable outfielder.

My WK is one of the greatest wicket-keeper-batsmen in the history of the game; holder of the second most Test dismissals (416) and the most ODI dismissals by a wicketkeeper (455). His 17 Test and 16 ODI centuries are also the most by a wicket-keeper. His strike rate is amongst the highest in the history of both One-day and Test cricket; the only player to have hit 100 sixes in Test cricket. No wonder then that he was voted as the “World’s Scariest Batsman” in a poll of international bowlers. He changed the role of the wicketkeeper, changed the way batting orders were constructed. He became two cricketers, a dashing and dangerous batsman and a polished glove man. Throughout his career Australia were playing with 12 men.

he completely changed the way we looked at wicketkeepers. After his ascent, specialist wicketkeepers started taking a back seat and wicketkeepers who could contribute big runs with the bat came into prominence. He put a lot of pressure on other teams to unearth players who would become genuine wicket keeping all-rounders.” Kumar Sangakkara

Adam Craig Gilchrist walks in for my XI, to scare away the bowlers

And to my bowlers now…three genuine quicks- one left armer- and a spinner.

My left arm quick is regarded as one of the best fast bowlers in cricket; perhaps the best left-arm fast bowler of all time. He holds the world record for most wickets in List A cricket with 881. He is considered to be one of the founders and perhaps the finest exponent of reverse swing bowling; the first bowler in international cricket to take more than 400 wickets in both forms of the game.

On passing his record, Glenn McGrath said, “Wasim Akram, to me, is one of the greatest bowlers of all time. Left-armer, swung it both ways with the new ball and he was so dangerous with the old ball. To go past him is something I will always remember.”

Over my 15 or 16 years of playing international cricket in Tests and One Day Internationals, Wasim Akram is definitely the most outstanding bowler I’ve ever faced.” Brian Lara

Wasim Akram, the childhood hero, on whom the boyhood looks were modeled can easily walk into my XI; but purely on merit.

And my spinner was selected by a panel of cricket experts as one of the five Wisden Cricketers of the Century; the only specialist bowler selected in the quintet. He also has the third highest number of Man of the Match awards in Test cricket, with seventeen

Kim Hughes described him as the “Donald Bradman of bowling

Shane Keith Warne is in my XI for his superior batting skills over Murali

And my first right arm fast bowler is the first man to take 300 Test wickets. Since then many have gone past him, but few have matched his average (21.57) and strike rate (a wicket every 49 balls). Wisden described him as probably the greatest fast bowler England has produced. But he believed himself to be “t’finest fast bowler that ever drew breath” and there were many who agreed with him.

Charismatic Frederick Sewards Trueman will be running in for my XI with the follow-through which “resembled a Sea Fury finishing its mission along the runway of an aircraft carrier

And my other quick holds the world record for the highest number of Test wickets by a fast bowler. Known throughout his career for maintaining a remarkably accurate line and length, his consistency enabled him to be one of the most economical fast bowlers of his time. He had success against every opposition team, in both Test and one-day cricket. He deliberately and publicly targeted the opposition’s best batsmen prior to a series in an attempt to distract them. At the beginning of a series against the West Indies he stated, that he would dismiss Sherwin Campbell for his 299th wicket, then remove star batsman Brian Lara for his 300th wicket the very next ball. Not only it happened as he stated, he also followed this with the dismissal of Captain Jimmy Adams to complete a memorable hat trick!

Glenn Donald McGrath is in my XI “not only for his 563 Test wickets at 21.64 and his inescapable line and length, but also for his aura.”

So my XI is ready.

Now waiting for the Cricinfo list :)

Wednesday 22 September 2010

Glimpses from a Dinner in Paradise: Matsue Vogel Park

Earlier this month I had been to exotic Japan again; to Matsue, the capital of Shimane Prefecture, this time to attend the 3rd Asian Joint Workshop on Thermophysics and Fluid Science. It is an international workshop held once in two years, related to engineering thermodynamics, fluid dynamics, heat and mass transfer and combustion. The work shop is sponsored by the Institute of Engineering Thermophysics (IET), Chinese Academy of Sciences (CAS), Beijing Society of Thermophysics and Energy Engineering, Turbomachinery Society of Japan (TSJ) and the Korean Fluid Machinery Association (KFMA). This time the workshop was jointly organized by the Department of Mechanical Engineering, Saga University, Japan and the Department of Mechanical Engineering, Matsue College of Technology, Japan. The welcome dinner for the delegates was arranged at the Matsue Vogel Park. We arrived at the Vogel park in the evening in three chartered buses.

At the door we were received by .......

.....special security guards ......

the delegates are dumbstruck....

so am I...

are we in paradise?!

and we moved in...

through the walkways...

into the flowerbeds....

and the flower walls...

and the floating flowers....

and the flower garlands.....

and the myriads of colors....

to the dinner tables....

to have the delicious....

and sumptuous....

Japanese delicacies....

we didn't feel like leaving....

A flower that fell on 'Little Panda's hand :)

Hope you liked it.....

so see you soon with more :)

I have two videos of the park. But unfortunately the videos can not be uploaded to you-tube from Korea because of the Korean real-name verification law. Hope to upload the videos at a later date :)

Saturday 28 August 2010

Blogger's Block and An International Birthday

The scorching summer sun had dried up the imagination and here I am; posting the borrowed lines from the birthday wishes that arrived in my mail box soothing the pain of aging all alone. Historian Herodotus had hailed the Iranians as the earliest people to have birthday celebrations. So it was a pleasant surprise to open the birthday gift from the special Iranian friend; the bathing baby emanating the fragrance of peace and calming the nerves on a stormy August morning. He somehow reminded me of my own days in the bath basin, when each mug of water Amma sprayed on my head made me jump up and down throwing my arms up and above the head.

The Gift from Iran :)

There were other special gifts; the beautiful card from a student I had never taught nor spoken to; the special message from a beloved student leading a busy life in a city which was Bombay not long ago; the bike from the Chinese, the cake from the Koreans, the chocolates from the Japanese and of course the love and prayers from someone somewhere truly made me feel that I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

Bike from the Chinese "Little Panda" ;)

Cake from the Koreans :D

And the Japanese Chocos :P

Monday 26 July 2010

The Philosopher's Smile

The Smiles from My Shelf [7]

He was spotted on the bench by the side of the children’s park last evening, observing the couple of kids playing around with a soccer ball. I’m not sure if it is already in vogue in these parts of the world but he was spotting the Iniesta hairstyle, of course the scarcity of resources denying him the luxury of the Ahn Jung-Hwan one. His keen eyes were following the movement of the ball as the kids were running around dribbling and kicking it around. They had no pretensions of a Messi in the making. Neither showed an early promise to curve it like Carlos or bend it like Beckham in the distant future at some soccer arena. Yet the wise one on the bench kept on watching with the glowing eyes not revealing any emotion. The kids had a lot of running around so typical of those full grown men in their national colors. But unlike the adults they grew tired and fell to the ground without much delay and lay there still, staring at the moon. Released from the bench, the wise one now made a rapid movement towards the ball and with the admiring crowd eagerly watching he applied the dreaded hand of God on the globe on the ground. The all powerful book of rules had no mention of the card to be flashed under the circumstances to cunning little fellows moving around on all fours. And as he opened his mouth wide, revealing not the universe but his real intentions, with a swift movement of surprising agility belying her age but befitting the Granny of a wannabe soccer star, the elderly lady took off from the bench and lifted him away from the ball and deposited him back on the pouch on her back from where he kept on smiling the philosopher’s smile.

Tuesday 6 July 2010

Why Africa may Pardon La Celeste?

As Africa’s first soccer world cup is coming to the final stages, there is one team that carries the ire of the host continent, Uruguay. Being the last of the Latin Americans to qualify, no one had foreseen the team advancing this far. But the record books also tell us that they are one of the most successful national teams in soccer history with 18 major titles, one less than Argentina and two ahead of Brazil! Their success is extraordinary because of the fact that the nation has a population below 3.5 million. Uruguay is the smallest country to have won a World Cup. In fact, only six nations with a lesser population have ever made it to any soccer World Cup. Uruguay is also the smallest nation to win Olympic gold medals in any team sport. Los Charrúas was the team that originally introduced the Latin American flair to the soccer world. Their style of play, full of short passes and movement, invention and wizardry and much more attractive than the then prevalent muscular style fetched them the Olympic gold medals in the 1924 and 1928. And given the responsibility to organize the first World Cup in 1930, the tiny nation had worked hard to ensure its success and also became the winners of the inaugural edition of soccer’s ultimate prize.

In the early years of the last century Uruguay became perhaps the world’s first welfare state and had the most advanced social legislation of the time. This made it much easier for football to move down the social ladder from the elites to the poor immigrants from Italy and Spain and to the descendants of Africans brought in as slaves. Thus the national team was able to draw on the potential of all of its citizens that gave them early prominence in world football. Uruguay’s first major triumph in the inaugural edition of the Copa America in 1916 had paved the way for football’s growth into an undisputed global game of the masses. The star of that campaign was Isabelino Gradin, whose very presence in the team had raised the objections of other teams. Gradin and his team-mate Juan Delgado were black and Uruguay was accused of playing with Africans. But Uruguay strongly argued that they were Uruguayans and thus had every right to represent their national team. An important victory was won for the popularization of the sport and strangely the lead was taken by the country with a minuscule black population. On the other side of the border Brazil had imported millions of black slaves, whose descendents were finding it hard to rise socially, including on the football field. When the next tournament was held in Brazil, the inspirational presence of Gradin on the field of Brazil’s most aristocratic club was loudly cheered by the local blacks who could see themselves in him. The man in the street took to soccer and the rest is history. Five years later when Uruguay took Paris by storm, decimating the formidable European teams, José Andrade was their star. Record books mention him as the first black player to play in Olympic football.

However Uruguay’s ultimate coup de grace for the Brazilian elite had come in 1950, the only time Brazil hosted the soccer’s biggest showpiece. The largest crowd the world has ever seen in a world cup match, more than 200000 people, had thronged the Maracana stadium as the nation awaited the formality. Brazil needed only a draw and was the overwhelming favorites against their tiny Latin American neighbors. They had annihilated every opponent on the way. With the result a foregone conclusion, members of Uruguay’s national FA reportedly asked the team to do what they could to avoid losing by six goals. “Four is acceptable,” they are believed to have said. In Uruguay’s locker room in the moments prior to the match, Coach Juan López informed his team that their best chance of surviving the powerful offensive line of Brazil would be adopting a defensive strategy. But one man was fuming as everybody was writing his team off. After the coach had left, Obdulio Varela, Uruguay’s Captain stood up and delivered perhaps the most inspirational speech ever heard in a soccer locker room. “Juancito is a good man”, he began by referring to the coach, “but today, he is wrong. If we play defensively against Brazil, our fate will be no different from others…” Lining up in the tunnel waiting to step out in front of an intimidating, world record crowd of 200000 Brazilians, which was roughly 10% of Uruguay’s entire population, the Captain had one last message for his team. “Put all those people out of your minds, don’t look up. The ones outside are made out of wood, those people don’t count. The game is played down there on the pitch and if we win, nothing’s going to happen, just as it’s never happened before.”

The skipper’s motivational words appeared to do the trick, with Uruguay holding the hosts goalless in the first half; the Captain himself marshaling the defense and choking the life out of the famed and feted Brazilian frontline. But the Brazilians struck early in the second half, sending the crowd into deafening frenzy. The astute skipper immediately sensed the drooping shoulders and dropping morale and quickly realized that if something is not done immediately, the Brazilians were going to ambush his side in no time. What followed was sheer drama. In the words of Uruguay’s goalkeeper of that historic match; “When they scored, Varela ran 30 yards to get hold of the ball and argue with the referee about a non-existent offside!” Varela explained the reasons behind his curious behavior later. “I knew they would go on and thrash my team if we didn’t cool the game down. All I wanted to do was delay the restart. I took the discussion as far as it would go, to the point that they had to get an interpreter so that I could talk to the referee. The stadium fell silent and that’s when I knew we could win the game.” Taking the ball to the center of the field, he shouted to his men in his commanding voice; “Boys, now it’s time to win! Let’s win the match from here”.

The skipper straight away took control of the midfield and Uruguay suddenly started growing in confidence. What followed went exactly as the cunning Varela had planned. Juan Schiaffino and Alcides Ghiggia scored late goals from the moves initiated by the skipper from the midfield to turn the game around and silence the masses. Against all the odds, the smallest nation to win the World Cup had delayed the coronation of the soccer emperors.

However, more significantly, in the very first world cup after the proponent-in-chief of the Aryan superiority theory blew his brains out in a Berlin bunker, the tactical genius of a black commander had inspired his army of suspect soldiers to an improbable victory in its war against a soccer super power. Obdulio Varela, nicknamed “El Negro Jefe” or the Black Chief due to his dominant personality and commanding presence in the field became the first and only Black Captain to lift the soccer world cup in the 20th century. More than a decade before Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream”, Uruguay had been the first non-African soccer team to have a black Captain. And I hope that should be reason enough for Africa to pardon 'La Celeste' and cheer them for their resurrection.

Tuesday 1 June 2010

Mom Remains the Top

In a world of cut throat competitors Chad Ochocinco, no doubt, is an exceptionally kind hearted character. And yes, Mr. President Obama is; indisputably a hero for all black American youngsters.

Here is a passage from a letter written by a young fan to his hero, the Cincinnati Bengals receiver Chad Ochocinco (formerly Johnson)

"Mr. Johnson, you really make me happy. One of my goals in my future life is to be just like you when I grow up. I wonder who was your role model when you were little? I have three role model(s) in my life that's my mom, Mr. President Barack Obama and my favorite football player Mr. Chad Johnson. To me you are the best football player in the NFL. May God bless you and your family happy holidays."

The author of the letter Nine-year-old Ruben St. Hilaire, Jr. lives with his mother in a shelter for the homeless in New York City.

But what if all she could manage for her son is a life in a shelter for the homeless?

In spite of such larger than life heroes; the Mom remains the top role model!

Friday 21 May 2010

If you want to go to heaven....

Hello 안녕하십니까? (anyang hashimnika?)
You know what? today is the 석가탄신일 (Seokga Tansinil)

i.e. the day of Buddha's birthday, or......

부처님 오신 (Bucheonim osin nal); the day when Buddha arrived

so, what you have seen and understood?

Be it Krishna...
water color: Prof B. Resikendran

....Jesus....
Jesus (left) with John the Baptist: Bartolomé Esteban Perez Murillo

.....or Buddha

anywhere in the world

if you want to go to heaven

you pray to us

Bless U
J