Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Beyond The Wall



Beyond The Wall


     Finally the wall has moved forward, it will no longer block the three sticks and two locking bells placed on it. The three sticks the Wall protected for so many years, not just sticks but actually pride of a nation and a difference between fight and meek surrender. Above all the protector has decorum, sophistication and exceptional commitment to the game and admiration, respect for other players. The wall has finally packed up in his usual pleasant style, simple and elegant just like his cover drive, executed to supreme perfection, delightful to watch. A phone call to all the players he played with and announcement the next day. The breaking news was already flashing, the first comment came from the master, pouring huge praise on him, admitting proudly that nobody can be like Rahul Dravid, and that he shared some greatest moments of his career with him.
         A perfectionist and soft spoken, well mannered and polished, he was more of an elite in a game that was once citadel of gentlemen. In the stories of misconduct and arrogance on the field, his silent presence was always a stubborn rejoinder to attitudes devoid of sporting spirit. As a cricket lover I followed his career that saw ups and downs and so also my relationship with his game. It was a strange association that fluctuated in the initial phase but as I matured it consolidated. His debut in the swinging English environment where he just missed maiden century was certainly assuring but maiden century by Saurav stole the thunder. Nevertheless his solid defense was picked by critics. He looked promising but then cricket is the game of glorious uncertainties, many players show us the optimism but lose ground in the glamour and glitter or simply falter in tougher situations finding a smooth way into oblivion.
         As I look back, it’s really amazing to explore my attachment to him as a game lover. His career and my joining teaching field ran parallel. I joined the profession in 1992 and his test career started in 1996. As anybody would in the beginning I was somewhat immature, brash and to an extent low profile in approach. With the experience you mature and grow in profession. His debut was almost after four years of my start. I do remember feeling for the missed century of Rahul though Saurav glittered. My bent for the sympathy for those who miss inspite of great effort, pushed my heart in favour of Rahul. His voluminous records speaks volumes about him, his sound technique, strong defense, devotion and commitment to the game and pride of playing for the country has been praised by many but for me he was more than what his record books tell.
        He belonged to an upper middle class family having Maharashtrian origin, a mannerism subtly reflected in his appearance. Considering the background at home and the importance given to education a career in cricket is undoubtedly a distant dream. That his parents allowed the talent in him to blossom deserves accolades for them but more importantly the faith they showed and the support they gave for him to succeed must be imagined and appreciated, he being an intensely private person never spoke too much about it. One has to understand that allowing and backing up a career in cricket in India is a risk for the success is extremely elusive though glamour is irresistible. The middle class always seeks a secure future but they opted for uncertain road map must be owing to the confidence they posed in Rahul’s talents. The appreciation to them is overdue for the cultural and moral values they induced in him.
         The circumstances in which he took guard in test cricket were challenging for variety of reasons. He was searching for the opportunity in place of Sanjay Manjrekar, the batman regarded as the one with the best technique and temperament for test cricket, and he had the same but unproven strengths. Sachin was already playing and along with him was Ganguly with his king-size attitude.   Manjrekar with great technique, Sachin with all the ingredients of a player of generation and Saurav with gifted timing, calm, composed and with sound technique Rahul had a challenge which he accepted and made his presence felt in the debut.  
         He sealed his place in the test cricket at no.3 position. He was always the first hope and last also, in protecting three sticks at one end whenever we played on bouncy tracks in Australia, on the seaming pitches in South Africa and in swinging environment of Englind but in one day cricket he was never regarded as best fit rather was inducted as if it was inevitable. How funny it is that a batsman who has scored more than 10000 runs in one day format was never respected as one of the best one day player. I think here we find the greatness of Rahul.  Imagine a career in test cricket which was under the shadow of the maestro whose overpowering batting gave him God’s status and in one day fromat along with Sachin it was Ganguly who was dominating through his aggressive batting, attitude with arrogant overtones and a successful but belligerent captaincy. His batting style was considered best for the test but was always wanted in one day to protect one end, and never given credit for it.
            In his performance we tend to forget the psychological odds he has to fight against emanating from the indifference of fans, hard work he has to put and poor share in the appreciation. In such environment keeping high morale and maintaining highest level of concentration is not easy and worse it is never thought about since the fans are only interested in wins not on the mental conditioning needed for performing at such level. For us either we win or lose but for players like Rahul it is much more than that. Exploring his mind map makes me wonder how he managed all this. What pushed him to perform? Those who push themselves in tough psychological situations tend to be aggressive in mind as well as on field but he seemed to be mentally tough, well conditioned, highly motivated but calm and composed at the same time. How is it possible? A sign of greatness indeed. He unquestionably had a will of steel and a class, consistently delivering under the shadow of other great players. More work, important task but less lime light,  indifference of fans and occasionally a sacrificial lamb to owe failures, are these not enough to kill a talent, certainly, but not for Rahul, they seemed to have toughened him.
          When I look back I realize I always wanted him in the team but loved to watch Sachin on song and Saurav singing through off side. It was always delightful to watch, Sachin cutting, pulling and playing that impeccable awesome straight drive and Saurav stepping out lifting over the extracover. In tests, more often than not, he came very much as opener as first wicket fell too early. He maintained his own style of blunting the attack by solid defense. Initially I considered him as just a blocker but I needed him in dire situations. As I matured as a cricket fan I could listen his bat beautifully singing in the cover drive, his flawless flick of the pad and a cut through point. Sachin demoralized the opposition by colourful batting display, his used to be a sustained hurricane but Rahul was entrusted with stopping the hurricane that was bent on destroying Indian line up. Sachin was a thunderstorm that lasted long but Rahul was a beacon shielded in terrific technique and temperament, giving light of hope, but killing the opposition first by blunting the weapon and then catching them unawares by stacking runs through perseverance.
           His batting was like a thumari sung by a great classical performer in style, with great elegance, with all the subtle and delicate tones superbly rendered, somewhat slow but well composed. It doesn’t shake you but saddles you firmly in bliss. Apart from the connoisseurs most enjoy cracker of fast rhythm and tend to forget the slow delightful rendering. His marathon innings were slow in rhythm but not depleted of subtleties and elegance of great batting display. His fitness level was something that he needed for long innings which also remained unappreciated. A great team man did not shy away from donning keeper gloves for the team, something he did not want.
        The way in which Rahul has conducted himself on and off the field cannot come without an intellectual base. Whatever his background that he remained firmly rooted to ground maintaining highest standards of code of conduct, decent mannerism just reflect a thought provoked restless person. If Sachin’s batting is a spontaneous high power fountain of batting aggression Rahul’s batting signified an intellectual, thought provoking journey, more on the safer side for longer travel reflecting maturity, every ball analyzed, treated with respected and a bad delivery dispatched to boundary but not with disdain but superior intellectual authority.
       No wonder he was the only speaker in the den of Great Bradman who spoke to the spellbound audience in previous Australia tour with great confidence, supreme intellectual flavor and above all a national pride defending Indian cricket, the role he relentlessly played throughout his long career, against the allegations ranging from quality to money spinning industry. When I think of him these are the intellectual prowess’s that fascinate me. I am sure his mental and physical fitness which he maintained against all odds had behind it an immaculate thought process, analytical in nature, cultured in character and decent in expression. He played his innings with devotion, dedication and above all dignity. 
      In his retirement also he remained as dignified and as grateful as one can be. In one of the article in Loksatta by Bishmraj Bam, he questions we will get talented players but will we get a player as committed and as loyal as Rahul Dravid. Difficult is my honest answer. His batting flourished against odds and intellect blossomed in testing conditions. Apart from  batting he remains a less mapped man but it is his hidden intellectual journey that mesmerizes me. Rahul’s records prove beyond doubt that he belonged to a league of the best in history of the game but I think it is also time for us to look at Rahul as a superior intellectual and tall human being colourfully imaged beyond the records.
Thank you Rahul.     

Saturday, 17 March 2012

The Gift

    This article  was published in a daily as middle space (550words limit) around two years back. As suggested by one of my student Ravi that I should share this with readers of my blog, I am posting it. It was supposed to be posted on 13/03 as per his insistence but anyway its better ...





The Gift




           The infamous summer of Chandrapur was scorching the city like a toast in the microwave oven. The last phase of examination of final year BE, the viva-voce of project, was over. The summer vacation had already begun.  I was about to leave the college after finishing the work when I got a call from a student of final year.  “Sir, I want to meet you. Are you free now?”asked the student.  “Tomorrow.” I replied. Next day she came to the department. I was in relaxed mood. She started with expected reference to the final phase of her graduation. She said she was thankful to me for my help in last three years. As usual I said it was part of my duty but anyway it was nice that I was of any help to her.
       “Sir, I have a gift for you kindly accept it. It will be a real pleasure for me if you say yes.”  I immediately responded with usual no with due explanation. Something of this kind was not new to me. I have always maintained not to accept any gift from the students not concerning what others do or whether it is right or wrong. In fact everybody has a justification for accepting or rejecting it. I explained to her that I didn’t want to hurt her sentiments but I didn’t want to set wrong precedent either.
          I always felt that some student may honestly feel for you , would like to have a gift for you but once the gift is accepted the message may percolate down, wrongly projecting it as a way of possible fine-tuning with the teacher. A part of teacher management skills of student. Considering the internal marks in the authority of professors some students of engineering colleges tend to use all the tricks in the book to please them even though these tricks do not always work necessarily.
         She said she was aware of the fact that I didn’t accept gift but insisted on accepting pointing to the fact that with final examination over ,  I had no marks to give, so no hidden element of vested interest. “It’s only an acknowledgement of your contribution to my life. Sir, you have inspired me. I owe a lot to you.”  It put me in a state of total surprise. I was aware of the respect she had for me but this was very much startling. She then clarified that in one of the sessions of debaters club that she attended I talked about the importance of communication skill, group discussion. I casually remarked then that if I could do this why couldn’t anybody. It gave her immense confidence that helped her in campus interviews. Eventually she got good placement in Infosys.
           I somehow convinced her that the gift she had brought for me could be purchased from the market but the real gift would be if she remembers me as a good teacher in years to come. This is the gift that nobody can purchase in the market. She went taking back the gift but not without teaching me a permanent lesson on the power of word spoken by a teacher for what I unintentionally uttered became an inspiration. The faith and respect she had expressed in me still overwhelms me.


(This is based on a true incident. The student got married recently.She invited me to the wedding reception which I attended happily.)

Friday, 9 March 2012

Not About Wine


       
Not About Wine

     “Parag, the day you die, I am sure you will knock the doors of heaven but I am equally confident that you will be sent back. The reasons are simple but obvious. You don’t smoke, don’t drink and even don’t eat meat. At the doors itself you will be denied the entry saying that you haven’t done anything on Earth what would you do here? Just go back” He was on high. Couple of pegs in and he was on his favourite theory. He never forces me to have one which has blown him but he always is extremely optimistic about me joining him one day, for which he is ready to wait indefinitely. For me it is always a fun to be part of a party where this strange liquid gets into the mind through stomach. I have no idea what those who jump in to it experience but I do enjoy watching them swimming in the realm of their dreams, despair, sentiments, emotions, successes, failures and there are some who maintain great composure irrespective of how much they pour inside. Reticent bursting into great orator, arid men breaking down, some locked in colourful past, some travelling in golden future, the optimistic taking a highly negative line and pessimistic resoundingly advocating positive thinking, someone accidently getting on to singing the old Kishorkumar hits, jokes after jokes coming from one, all timeline exposed, reinvented, some simply knocked out… it is all due to the magical spell of that extraordinary liquid pushing them into a world, they say, fantastic, awesome that makes peace with mind and body.
     Life is really strange journey just making you move along unknown route in a world you never imagined. Belonging to a family with no background of drinking wine, and associated with it sinful activity tag, I abhorred men with wine. As a child for me wine and sin were partners. In the engineering being away from home without any kind of restrictions I had great opportunities to taste it but then I had no attraction for it. The time and experience taught me not to be prejudiced about it and those who drink it. After graduation and joining the college I got associated with number of friend circles. In every group there were men with glasses in their hands. In the beginning there were attempts in encouraging me to have ‘Cheers’ but then I developed no appeal for it but certainly no aversion for those who drink. And didn’t think it in anyway a sinful act. I stood by the logic that the day I feel I should have it; you will find a glass in my hand with a promise that you will foot the bill. But till them let me have fun in just accompanying you in this great voyage. This in fact was the hope behind his wait.
          One day it must have been around 9pm I got a call from my optimistic friend. His voice ecstatic, was in inebriated state and as usual started talking to me with great excitement. Before he said anything I said, “You seems to be having a great time.” Yes came the reply but he had different agenda. He started, “You know Parag what Gaalib says,”Sharab pine de Masjid me baithkar, ya woh jagah bata janha khuda nahi” ( Allow me to drink in  place of worship else show me a place where God does not exist).” He continued dragging this to his favourite theory but I was stunned by the brilliant lines written by Gaalib. I don’t understand much about Urdu poetry but love Jagjit Singh singing gazals. Knowing very well that there was no possibility of him reading any book of Gaalib’s poetry I just wanted to know where he read. The answer came, to my great surprise Facebook. Just thought it might be a page dedicated to the great poet.
        I couldn’t log on to facebook to read it immediately but the fascination was unstoppable. The lines were simply brilliant. Allow me to drink at place which we consider place of God else show me a place where He is not there. Absolutely stunning. What a way to tell that God is everywhere. It overwhelms us. It tells us that we go to place of God and worship but fail to experience His existence everywhere. But then what’s the point in going there if we miss Him elsewhere? It is painfully disturbing as the message is bluntly conveyed. It strikes our comfort zone, forces us to see the world as it is. Challenges us to travel inward, just for self assessment, reminding us to our extreme discomfort that we go to place of God and immediately forget his omnipresence out of it.
    The more I thought of it more meaningful it became. Why was he referring to wine? What message he wanted to convey? Existence of God everywhere? There are lot of religious scriptures for this. Then why wine? Reference to place of God, what it has to do with drinking wine? I was pushing my imagination farther and farther. All of a sudden breaks were applied; the process of thinking came to standstill. Yes… it’s a comment on our hypocrisy. Nobody drinks wine at a place of God but is Gaalib really interested in wine only. No he is referring to an act not allowed at place of God, symbolic mention of sinful act?.. We all indulge in sinful acts but go to place of God, feel complacent about it, revert back to normal life, miss God everywhere and continue indulgence in sinful acts but certainly not at a place of God for we fear his wrath. We are not averse to anything sinful to achieve personal interests but don’t want anybody to know it. Can it be hidden from God if he is everywhere? We want God but for personal gains, only at a fixed place but don’t want to acknowledge His omnipresence, or maybe we want to forget it conveniently so that we can continue with our routine. Anything less that hypocrisy?   
    Just two lines giving us chilling reminder of our hypocritical attitude. Brilliant, just fantastic. I was now desperate to log on to facebook. When I logged on there were two more couplets, one by Iqbal and other by Faraz. Iqbal says, as if replying to Gaalib, “Masjid Khuda ka ghar hai, pine ki jagah nahi,  Kafir ke ghar ja vanha Khuda nahi”( Place of prayer is a place of God, it’s not for drinking, go to house of non-believer He doesn’t live there). But who is a non-believer? Almost everyone believes in God. There are few who do not believe but they are in minority. Some pretend to be non-believer but in the event of crisis turn to God or some simply maintain two faces, atheist for claiming special intellectual position at public and believer in private. Nonetheless the true atheists are rare. So, you rarely find a place where He doesn’t exist. But does Iqbal want us to search for non-believer’s place and then drink, as  you won’t find God there.
      No. What the poet wants to say is different. If we continue with the sinful act interpretation then the non-believer is the one at his house sinful act is committed. In fact the question hidden in the simple lines by Iqbal is who is a believer? Answer is one who does not commit sinful act for it is committed only at non-believer’s place. It is a question that Iqbal wants all of us to ask ourselves. Am I a believer? What will be the honest answer? To be a true believer no sinful act anywhere. No need to share the answer with anybody, a poetic way of self assessment. Gaalib wants us to realize the presence of God everywhere and we should not be hypocritical about it and Iqbal, he questions our faith. We cannot maintain duplicity of being sinful and believer at the same time. See any difference in what Gaalib says and what Iqbal wants ourselves to assess? In fact apart from the poetic presentation the core issue addressed by them is same, put differently with exceptional brilliance.
        The poetic journey is not over yet. Faraz simply stumps us by saying,” Kafir ke dil se aya hun main, yeh dekh kar, Khuda maujud hai vanha, use pata nahi” ( I have seen non-believer’s heart, he doesn’t know but God exists there). OMG. Brilliant… Stunning. Completely captures the imagination. Non believer doesn’t know but the God exists in his heart. Is it for non-believer or for us to see that God is everywhere, in the believer and non-believer as well? Can we see His presence in all the human being, believer, non-believer? And more importantly in oneself. Can we feel his presence in us? These are all uncomfortable questions. Personal interests, sinful acts all vanish if we see Him everywhere, in the heart of all. Will hate survive if God is seen in the heart of so called adversary? Is Faraz speaking a language differet than Gaalib and Iqbal? No. They speak the same language of humanity.
      Gaalib challenges us to show a place where God does not exist, so that he can drink there, Iqbal shows the place where God doesn’t exist and you can drink, a reference to non-believer, and Faraz tells about the ignorance of non-believer about the presence of God in him. But this is not about wine and drinking, it is all about our hypocrisy in believing in God and conveniently ignoring His omnipresence in committing sinful act for self interest. It’s about humanity expressed in brilliant way, and here lies the greatness of these poets, and their splendid imagination.