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Excuse me people for the cheesy line but Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar's achievements are such that the English language is struggling to find new superlatives. The first double ton in ODIs, a barrier that had not been breached in 39 years of limited over internationals, was broken by the man most deserving to get there. And no it wasn't against Bangladesh or Zimbabwe but one of the world's top team - South Africa.

They say that it is impossible to turn the clock backwards but Tendulkar carries this almost nonchalant ability of picking out at will, defining episodes of his past years, and producing the sort of innings, a blemish-free display of pure cricketing strokes, that only geniuses are capable of. He unites the nation of a billion people, makes them cheer in one voice and sends them in raptures with just the turn of his bat. That is undoubtedly his biggest achievement, by transcending our differences and creating possibilities and an emotional high of tremendous magnitude that only sports can achieve.

Mamta Banerjee's rail budget was consigned to lesser headlines yesterday as Sachin collared the opposition. In it, he could be compared to Don Bradman who had got so much on English nerves, that the words "He's out!" - were blazoned across the London evening newspaper placards (1930 Ashes where Bradman scored 974 runs in 7 innings). when the great depression was grabbing all headlines. And interestingly this has once again resumed the debate over who is the best batsman to have played the game. The Don v/s Sachin Tendulkar.

Today's generation hasn't seen and never will see Bradman play, so one doesn't even have a yardstick to start with. A lot has been made of statistics but they hardly tell the story. Yes, there is absolutely no argument that an average of 99.94 is phenomenal. But the pressures of modern day cricket are different, there are a lot more teams, different conditions to counter etc. A game played under the shadow of the Great Depression, the maintenance of colonial supremacy on English minds, cannot be equated with game set amidst commercial brouhaha whose upshot is a highly professional milieu that is much more competitive and organized.

So then what remains constant is to influence people irrespective of its environment, to embody that spirit of accomplishment, to bring the world to a standstill and take notice of the phenomenon unfolding in front of their eyes. Bradman did it and so has Sachin. It would be futile to compare these two masters. All we can do is revel in their success, our success. In the mould of the modern day sports legends like the Federer, Jordan, Woods and Schumacher, Tendlya is up there with the very best gracing the cricketing summit for the past 20 years.

I have watched cricket for 18 of those years. It has had its share of ups and downs, the inevitable heartbreaks, the breeziness of important victories but it is days like these that make, being a cricket fanatic and an Indian worth it. The day this great man decides to hang up his boots, the game will be poorer for it.
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To watch or not to watch "My Name is Khan". The Karan Johar brand of cinema is not one that would have me queuing up at the Box Office. That said, I just realized that I have watched every movie of his at the cinema including Kuch Kuch Hota Hai twice ! Oh darn those silly attributes of adolescence, the sight of seeing Kajol making me go weak in the knees. SRK is well....SRK, irritating at best, and is especially bad in KJo movies.

As the protagonist in Hamlet, who is not able to decide clearly about avenging his father's death but instead is influenced or manipulated by various characters, I have finally taken a decision on the following basis : -

a) Rated very poor by my college friends. It has nothing to do with the fact that they are a part of the RSS US branch and are staunch Thackeray supporters. Nope, this fact must have hardly influenced them.

b) Rated bad by Mr. Same Difference, one of the followers of this blog and a blogger himself. Now a little background about him - this bloke is a serious movie buff, with films like Hello Brother, Singh is Kinng and Jaani Dushman are often on he top of his DVD shelf. A movie is good he claims only if he is rolling on the floor laughing or one that induces bowel movements. (This hypothesis awaits practical results, if I may add)

c) Rated average 3 star by other one of my friends who goes by the very video gameish name of Sky Trooper although he hasn't got anywhere close to any sort of flying object for the past three years including the common housefly. He is a chick magnet though and have heard him sometimes envy the King Khan for attracting more girls than him. He asserts though that his counter is incremental and by 2041, will actually surpass SRK in that regard. A vital stat this, ladies and gentlemen just like the population race between India and China.

Majority wins then. Sensible reasons I suppose. Given that a mentally stable Khan is hammy enough to get on the nerves , so an autistic one would give me a nervous breakdown. Giving this one a miss. Watching the trailers again does not invoke any sort of curiosity, none whatsoever. Sorry Kajol :P . Will wait for DVD.
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Like James Blunt who saw a beautiful face on the subway, I too came across a beautiful face couple of days ago. Exceedingly exuberant and a very cherubic face. Completely taken in, who wouldn't? (My spies established her name as the "Moon Diamond") :P. So like James Blunt, here is what I had to say about her.

Moonlit Night

As the night crept on me and the sky prepared to sleep
I forlornly glanced at the moon, while the wolves began to weep
A vast canvas embellished in a black and white identity
The sky had an unflappable serenity

But oh the moon, the mischievous moon , vibrant and stellar
Peeked restlessly from behind the starry umbrella
She tried to hide behind her cloudy blanket
But was given away by her glowing anklet

I looked at the beautiful moon and my heart sighed
It spurred my emotion like an ocean tide
Absorbing me in her beautiful eyes
I longed to sit and talk with her by my side

Was it the twinkle in the eye?
Or the dimple on the cheek that I pine
I could look at her face till daybreak
As if she were my valentine

But it is perhaps a dream too far
For descend she will not for mortals like me
But if Chand privileges me with her luminous company
A lonely worthless night shall it no longer be !

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If it is Eden Gardens, then it must be VVS scoring centuries for fun. If it is Eden Gardens, then it must be Bhajji taking wickets with the same passion as slapping naughty mallu boys :P. If its Eden Gardens, it must be India clinching a cliffhanger.

India's proud record at the hallowed grounds continued as they beat South Africa by an innings, in the process retaining its No. 1 ranking. It did not come without its hiccups though. A superhuman effort from the brilliant Hashim Amla almost halted India's charge as he spent almost close to 9 hours denying whatever our bowlers threw at him. But India got the other wickets quite cheaply, chief among them, Bhajji who took his 6th 5-for on this ground. Amit Mishra too, got the big wickets of Smith, Kallis and De Villiers.

I woke up at 5 am, extremely weary eyed I really don't know for what. Even as I waited for the website to load, I grimaced at the heavy possibility of a tame draw, Hashim Amla showing his middle finger and hungry Bengalis hurling bottles and rossogollas at our players. I chided myself for disturbing my sound sleep since my joints were aching from a game of dodgeball last night. My eyes agreed with my thinking wanting to close lest my fatigue escape . By the time the last wicket stand had batted for 126 balls, both my sleep and nails had vanished in the morning sunlight. I have to tell you, it was extremely frustrating with me jumping around in bed at that time of the morning and severely hoping that my vigil did not go in vain. And then Bhajji got the LBW and the crowd erupted. What atmosphere, what drama, what a victory. A highly cherished one this !.

Kudos to the India. Oye Chakde
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After a very long time I watched an opening ceremony of a major sporting event. The event in question is the Winter Olympics being held at Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. And was it impressive or what. I forget now what the budget was but it was put to bloody good use.

What with some countless projectors, vivid images of the Canadian landscape were created right on the floor. It is just amazing what technology can do and you might be forgiven for thinking that the visuals were straight out of AVATAR 3D. From the icy north and maple leaf laden grounds, to the prairies and rocky mountains, the depictions were so real and breathtakingly beautiful. Also a "bear" completely made of LEDs was lowered from the ceiling that represented the Ursa Major constellation I think. Unbelievable ! Do try to catch the opening carnival on youtube. I assure you, if you appreciate creativity then you will immensely enjoy this ceremony.

However it was a sombre beginning to the Olympics as one athlete from Georgia had fatally crashed in luge practice. After researching what exactly is Luge(see here), I shuddered to think what might have gone wrong. Luge is basically a sled, where the athlete kind of steers with his leg on a specially engineered track having am obvious gravity based gradient. Professional speeds can reach up to a dizzying 100 mph.

On recreational levels though, the tracks are designed so that the speed hardly crosses 30mph. After trying snowboarding 2 weeks ago, trying luge is also beginning to play on my jobless, adventure- starved mind. If I try the sport, I will let you know how it went, although do not discard a 2 week absence, since I might be hanging around a pillar, my body having flown in one direction and the luge sled in another.

Coming back to the Olympics, I was surprised to find that India has three athletes in its contingent(for comparison sake, Pakistan has one). Even by my optimistic standards though, we are going to struggle to compete with the Europeans who live in naturally cold countries and have world class winter sports facilities to match. But Good Luck to India for showing the grit to contend in a world class event. In a country where cricket rules the roost, and other sports are "commercially" avoided like the plague, our athletes are shining examples for showcasing the country's sporting aptitude.
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Another city, another attack.

While we wasted our time mulling over SRK's credibility and Shiv Sena's lack of it, the cowards struck again. This time it was the progressive city of Pune that bore the brunt of this pathetic attack. This was unfortunately just another in a series of carefully orchestrated attacks on our economic heartland. This seems to be the only agenda of the scumbags behind this. With the Commonwealth games around the corner, the terror-mongers are hell bent on destroying India's image as a safe place for foreigners.

I wonder why we are such a soft target. Yes, it is not possible to avert disaster by guarding each and every place religiously but can not be a campaign organized by the authorities to educate people about being alert. Our stations, malls, airports and other public places should be plastered with "report if suspicious" messages so that the significance of safety is drilled loud and clear. The Police also should not ridicule false alarms.

The biggest enemy as they say lies within. The Sena won't let the Aussies play. The media has shown a thumbs down to the IPL 2010. The Deccan Chargers have taken the IPL to court over the omission of Hyderabad as an IPL venue. No tournament or event of international stature is allowed to run smoothly because of this political hegemony. Hopefully this ghastly incident unites the citizens of India and makes them spit on dirty politics and terrorism.

Terror shall not and will not win.