Oakleys are a passé. Well, at least the extra-galactic designs are. Would be, should be! You wouldn’t disagree if you saw Chris Gayle in yesterday’s match. He made quite a statement with his red rimmed sunglasses. Bright red rim – goes well with the team’s crimson-red jersey; and impenetrable dark lens – goes well with the captain’s imperturbable attitude.
I think, I hope that this would bring about a renaissance in eye fashion and oust the multicolored Oakley lenses that are the fancy of all Cricket stars. If you take the kaleidoscopic lens as a metaphor for the gentleman’s vision of Cricket’s glorious uncertainties, then Gayle’s black lenses seem to suggest that he wouldn’t be bothered about minor turbulences – or he knows that he doesn’t have to.
Now you’ll tell me that the Oakleys are special purpose vision enhancing lenses. Absolutely high-end, supreme quality, I know! Perhaps they even add a whole new dimension like the glasses you have to wear to watch 3D movies. But I can’t stand the design. It seems fit for an android.. Oakleys are too ’star-trek’ for my taste.
So the red rimmed ones were quite a refreshing sight. Almost as refreshing as the break from the T20 overdose of last few months. Finally an ODI – 100 overs and about 650 runs scored! I am not sure if those runs were caused by extraordinary batting or poor bowling. The batting style seemed to be typical T20 – scoring any which way, but scoring. Commentators couldn’t help be pleasantly surprised every time someone hit a technically correct, by-the-book shot. One commentator overwhelmingly described how Yuvraj Singh kept his eyes on the ball through out a well executed shot.
Eyes, see that’s the basic thing. That brings me back to eye gear and Chris Gayle. He has always done the needful when it comes to setting eyewear trends. His red-rimmed ones are making me hopeful that he would cause another shift in the tide.
Posted in Sports.
Tagged with Cricket.
Many of us dream of owning a beautiful house somewhere in the midst of serene beauty. A cozy home nestled in the calm of nature far away from the maddening rush of the city. Reminds me of the K.L. Sehgal song, “Ek Bangla Bane Nyara”
For a lucky few the dream bungalow does materialize. For instance the Tehelka bosses. I guess I am jealous and I can’t help it. Their house in a lesser known area of Uttarakhand can be a cause for anyone’s envy. All the more so when you’ve to spend a week building a website for it.
The bosses have converted their house in Gethia into a boutique lodge. Hence, I was required to build a website so that the lodge can be advertised online.
The task was simple—to have an online space where potential guests can find the details of the place, mostly through visuals. The execution was simple too—simple design with photographs taking the most space, and flash based photo galleries with preloaders.
The design options and the final design are here:
Posted in Communication Design.
Tagged with Tehelka, Website Design.
Posted in Art.
Tagged with Paintings.
IPL is a wonderful aggregator. It lifts cricket beyond the divisions of regions, formats, and countries. It causes Mathew Hayden and Andrew Flintoff to build an innings together. On the flipside, it distributes the loyalties of the Indian fans into multiple quarters. Which team do you support if you are a fan of Tendulkar and Dhoni alike? I understand that this dilemma applies to a minority of fans because most can simply support their state. Also, and thankfully so, indecisiveness rarely ails cricket fans, in cricket I mean. We all have firm and fast cricketing opinions. The queer problem of indecisiveness about favorites thus seems negligible by the law of enormous masses. I think there must be such a law.
Nevertheless, someone has to think of the minority and rescue them from the wooliness. Because, trust me, you can’t enjoy Cricket that way. Some would resort to the noble approach that “May the best team wins the game”. But do you really buy it? I don’t. To me it is like playing a T20 match with an approach suited for ensuring a draw in a test. With all due respects to the ‘original’ cricket, we aren’t talking of the gentlemen’s game here. This is T20. Hit or miss, just play the shots.
I quote a contradictory opinion over here for the sake of discussion. The quote is from a distinguished player and sports observer R. C. Robertson-Glasgow, a.k.a. Crusoe. Here is what he suggested about half a century ago:
“And yet, in games, it is the neutral who can, if he be permitted, arrest the departure of sanity, and suggest, by example, that it is rationality which is supposed to distinguish immortal man from the beasts that perish.”
Now, that was a whole lot of decades ago. Times have changed. We’ve learnt to accept that we are mortal and perish, we would. Modern sciences tell us that we are all fish brained at the core of our cranium. How much can one expect from just that? Nothing much really. Insanity is then the only choice and means to enjoy an aggressive game of T20 Cricket.
You must now give up playing safe and stick your neck out. Chose a team to cheer (or criticize) and hit the deck hard. The choice should be fairly simple if you are from one of the eight states with IPL teams. If not then you can chose a team that has some of your domestic players. If you are not so much for geography, then go for biography. Chose a player whose lifestyle or appearance you like and support his team. The point is you must choose. Even if you are not so much into cricket, chances are that you would still be into Bollywood. Hence, you can still choose a team. Most girls would clearly know weather or not they like Shahrukh Khan. And, I am yet to find a man who can’t chose between Preity Zinta and Shilpa Shetty.
With so many handy ways to choose a team, you can’t stay neutral – go pick a color.
Posted in Sports.
Tagged with Cricket, IPL.
Rain, Rain, pour away
Hellfire, I can’t endure another day
Rain, Rain, bring on the spray
I hope some venom gets washed away
Rain, Rain, don’t delay
Let your thunder salvage me from dismay
Rain, Rain, I beg, I pray
Herald a rainbow and a sunray
Rain, Rain, avert the fray
Enough of the games lil johnnies play
Rain, Rain, pour away
Let it be the D-day
Posted in Prose and Poetry.
Tagged with Life, Mystic Musings, Poems.
The jealous queen of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” had a magic mirror that could answer all her questions. That is one of the things that don’t happen only in fairy tales. I think we can summon such a mirror in reality.
Fairy tales weren’t created out of nowhere. There is a semi-permeable boundary between fact and fiction. Fact inspires fiction and fiction motivates our facts. I’ve always felt that classic literature is rooted into deep understanding of human psychology and intuitive perception of the way the universe functions. So the magic mirror must exist.
To me the magic mirror is a symbolic form given to an abstract concept. It refers to our innate but usually latent power to find answers to all our questions. Chances are that you’ve heard that the key to everything lies within us and hence you might not find it to be a tall claim. I of course have a firm belief in the magical powers of self.
For further evidence, let me urge you to remember the things that you felt you could relate to – ideas, stories, movies, people, situations. Doesn’t it always happen that we like, enjoy, relish, and understand the things we can relate to? It happens because they show us a bit of our own reflection. And, that’s when the picture gets clearer. And, that’s when we appreciate what it shows us. And, that’s when we realize that it exists nowhere else but within ourselves.
That’s why we ache for soul mates. That’s why we roam around the world only to return home. That is if we are the wandering and wondering kind.
They say that “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”, and they say more such stuff on the similar lines.
It figures.
The magic mirror does exist.
Posted in Prose and Poetry.
Tagged with Life, Mystic Musings.
The India-New Zealand series had disciplined me. I had almost become a morning person, well, a bit too early morning person! Now IPL is here with pseudo insomnia. The opening day made sure that I was up till 2:00 in the night. That is just about the same time when I would be subconsciously preparing to wake up and run to the radio station, just about a month ago.
The matches on the opening day were definitely worth staying glued to the TV. The day was written off to the original trinity of Indian Cricket – Sachin Tendulkar, Rahul Dravid, and Anil Kumble. What a treat it was to see them steer their teams to win with ease and peace!
Mumbai Indian’s performance seemed to be a reflection of their captain’s personality – level headed sans futile aggression. Skipper Sachin’s personality shone through the opening ceremony too. He was the only one dressed formally for the official ceremony like an original cricketing gentleman. While the other team captains came in with a jackets forced over their team uniforms. I can understand that Kevin Pieterson and Shane Warne had no time to change having just finished their match. But wonder why the others didn’t bother to change into something formal. Sachin looked the most handsome and charming. The other captain who caught my attention was the daredevil Sehwag. He kept shivering as if it was a chilly-Dilli night at Rohtak Road.
The IPL2 opening weekend made it apparent that it wouldn’t be a T20 of loose shots with players looking for runs just about any which way possible. It will have to be solid cricketing shots to make it to the win. I personally find such matched to be more competitive and entertaining where bowlers don’t get massacred by default.
As always T20 would brining in surprises with each match. What is funny is that most spectators and commentators are surprised to see the senior players reign. There have been comments like it is no more a format meant for youngsters. I wonder if it was ever categorized around age. If you have to look at it from the age perspective then how about Mathew Hayden’s vital presence in the field as an evidence that age doesn’t count – skill and fitness does.
The money that each player is worth doesn’t count either. Take for example the Abhishek Nayar’s three blazing sixes off Andrew Flintoff’s bowling. How would’ve Flintoff felt? How would’ve the CSK team owner felt?
Talking of team owners, the actors from Bollywood couldn’t hide their emotions. Their spirits soaring and falling with runs and wickets. I hope they would learn to not lose heart so soon. Cricket is anyway clichéd to be a ‘funny game’. The T20 format enhances the unpredictability manifolds. And, the heady mix of IPL is sure to bring fireworks every time it takes off.
Posted in Sports.
Tagged with Cricket, IPL.
So you thought you’ve seen enough! Have had enough?
I don’t think so.
Wait a while. Stay there.
“There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of either merit or sense.” – Elizabeth Bennet, Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen
And, that is just the beginning.
It’s a horror movie you are not allowed to leave midway. Can’t exclaim… “Oh no! I don’t wanna play!” …and getaway.
“And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!”
Welcome to the Hotel Mania!
Posted in Prose and Poetry.
Tagged with Life, Mystic Musings.
Media can now focus its undivided attention on IPL as the marathon New Zealand tour is over and there are no more speculations required on how the pitches are going to be. We’ll soon see TV channels resort to desperate measures as they grab a thirty second slice of information and stretch it into a thirty minute program with at least three ad breaks. Rest assured of an overkill considering that the benchmarks from the recent series were “Dhoni ke Djinn” and “New Zealand ka Chakravyuh“.
However, the action in South Africa has started much before the creative guys can take off their thinking caps, scratch their heads, and put on the sterile caps once again. There has been yet another arm twisting negotiation under the threat of canceling IPL, this time with the cricket club in Cape Town. And, the golden helmets are at fire already.
The Kolkatta Knight Riders seem to have an agenda to be the top runners in riding through the event if not to the trophy. KKRs were the early movers in hunting their angels and that too with primetime media coverage. They got on to the controversy (read popularity) wave the earliest with their four captain strategy, irrespective of the limited scope for strategy in the T20 fireworks. And, they were the first to ride-in for the South African safari. No wonder that KKR has bagged the “Best Marketing Strategies” Power 2009 award organized by 4Ps – Business, Marketing and Advertising magazine.
KKRs have been in Bloemfontein for a week and have thrice been face-to-face with one of the strongest T20 teams in South Africa – Gestetner Diamond Eagles that represents the Free State. Eagles have twice claimed the Standard Bank Pro20 Series, which is SA’s premier T20 series. Eagles beat the Knight Riders twice before ‘Dada’ came riding, threw his weight around, threw his bat around, scored a half century, and KKR got the third time lucky.
There is one more match planned between KKR and Eagles on the 14th April, wonder if it would be telecasted. But before that we would get to see the match between the reigning champions Rajasthan Royals and this year’s Pro20 winners Nashua Cape Cobras. If the Cobras’ motto is to be trusted then this is certainly going to be “Cricket: with Venom.”
Posted in Sports.
Tagged with Cricket, IPL.