Pic Tale 008 – Lama Cricket
People call cricket a ‘junoon’, an obsession… but if you feel this is limited to just watching the IPL every day for weeks, you need see the young Lamas play this game. I stood there in biting cold outside the Pin Valley Monastery, mesmerised by the young Lamas playing this game. They had lit...
We want CSK to be HOT!
Yellow. Golden yellow. Turmeric. The favourite of the Gods! Mangal. Pure talent… What am I talking about? Some mumbo-jumbo about colour therapy? No. I am talking about the colour that is associated with CSK… well, not just CSK, but also with Chennai as a city. Chennai, CSK, and this wonderfully sublime colour connect to give...
Twenty-twenty in a tweet post
The first match of IPL 2013 on the 3rd of April deserves more than the conventional format of a post. This game of twenty-Twenty in cricket is getting more and more unthinkable as the years go by. The innings scores are getting higher, field placements are getting strategic, new rules crop up every once in a while,...
I can play a bit of cricket
To be frank, the only thing worth remembering from the IPL 2013 inauguration was Dhoni telling us all from Salt Lake Stadium in Kolkata: ‘I can play a bit of cricket.’ Just seven words that encompass a lot of humility… the rest of the inauguration was a pompous mess! So let’s talk about this pompous...
‘Dil jumping zapaak’ days are back!
If Farah says that it is ‘dil jumping zapaak’ that happens every time there is a catch or every time a batsman hits a six or even gets out during the IPL matches, so be it. Which simply means that it is ‘dil jumping zapaak’ days that are back and will go on to stay...
Cricket connects!
Can you see a bat in the picture? No. Do you see anyone playing a game? No. And yet, everyone in India would know that these players are cricketers… and that they are the famous CSK team! This is the power of cricket!! Would the same level of recognition be there if someone were to...
A grilling conversation with a fiery intent
‘Hi there… can we talk?’ I looked around and was taken aback to find a fiery grilled chicken piece waving frantically at me. ‘You?’ I asked with incredulity clearly infiltrating my voice, posture, and even expression. This was surely one of those hard-to-believe moments that I had, as yet, only read in novels. A conversation,...
The cricket of social restlessness
[This poem is dedicated to the India vs South Africa match in the Cricket World Cup 2011 in Nagpur on 12 March] The first ball of the last over Caught the inner edge of the bat Went swiftly past the stumps Tripped the wicket-keeper And crossed the boundary line… And I knew that Tonight would...
