Monthly Archives: May 2012

Esheche Poriborton, Jeetegaichi Kolkata!

Mamata or no Mamata, the kind of “poriborton” Kolkata Knight Riders have shown over the past two years has been incredible. This year was a class apart. New Dawn, New Knights, New beginning was what the official site flashed for the new season. And truly so, “aami Kolkata te oie Notun Josh ta dekhte paari” (The new spirit could be seen in kolkata) as some Bengalis would say.

Shah Rukh Khan told us to believe. 
A win looked impossible when CSK scored 190, and appeared even more distant when Gautam Gambhir went with only 3 on the board, and it seemed all over when Jacques Kallis walked back with 16 needed off 7.
Never wanting to sound  like Manchester United, yet we believed. The story was yet to unfold. A no-ball that followed. MS Dhoni now realizes no balls don’t mean no pepsi, but they mean no cup.

Gautum Gambhir asked us keep faith. 
Who can be asked better for ‘this’ other than Kolkata, who for all these five seasons kept their hopes intact. We were patient. We lost the first season. Felt ashamed in the second. Suffered in the third. Came closer in the fourth. To win in the fifth.  On KKR, the city had pinned its hopes of redemption every year. And the prayers of millions were eventually answered.

Better late than never. Just a case that ‘Men in Yellow’ can’t do cup hatricks always. Aar Korbo na. Aar Lorbo na. Jeetaigechi re. 

Summers was all about cricket. The blog does reflect the hangover. Too much. IPL khatam. Paisa hajam. Poriborton needed in ideas. Need to start thinking hatke from cricket. Till then, keep reading. Thank you! 🙂


IPL Auction: To be or not to be

As Richard Madley picks up the hammer, calls the player’s name and then after the highest bidder is clear says, “Sold” it does seem interesting enough. There’s an element of suspense as to which player is up next and which team will he go to. Everything is just perfect. For me, its “paisa vasool” but interestingly my bua (aunt) disagrees. It is not that feminine only love soaps because what she said was bang on. 
“Auction.” Players renowned all over the world, masters of their game are auctioned. Following is an extract from Wikipedia.

Auctions have a long history, having been recorded as early as 500 B.C. According to Herodotus, in Babylon auctions of women for marriage were held annually. The auctions began with the woman the auctioneer considered to be the most beautiful and progressed to the least. It was considered illegal to allow a daughter to be sold outside of the auction method.

Slaves were auctioned in earlier times. Today people sell their second hand things. I don’t think these professional players fall into any of these categories. Don’t the players have their own self-respect? Or they preferred to let it go in craving for money?

This is what Sharda Ugra, senior editor at EspnCricinfo had to say on IPL Auction who believed that the joke was on cricket,

Before the IPL turned up, the word “auction” was understood to be “public sale” of “goods” or “property” or “articles” or “merchandise”. No dictionary contains the mention of people in an auction because in the history of mankind, the only human beings ever involved in public auctions were slaves. But surely that’s being too serious, too square. The IPL auction was just business, private money changing hands from one bunch of people to another. The merchandise on offer was cricketing skill.
Last year, an Indian cricketer had a simple question: why is it that players are put on public auction while IPL teams are picked through sealed bids, closed doors? Maybe because the auction is, in fact, a celebrity-infested reality show, made for low-brow television. The IPL auction does not really belong to sport, it is closer to tawdry WWE programming.

When my aunt finished, I asked her, “Do we have any other option to sell such a huge pool of players where every team has strategies and aim to get the best lot” and there was no option. I believe anybody or even Sharda Ugra may not have any option. But just because we don’t have choices we cannot continue making spectacle of the sport. The Indian Premier League is one of the reasons I have been enjoying my summer vacations over the last five years but seeing all the news updates and the controversies coming up, in a way, I am ready to sacrifice my entertainment. If it is turned into Indian Propaganda League, it should be stopped, if its caretakers can really focus on cricket, let it stay.

“Ban kiya jaaye, yaa chhor diya jaaye/ Bol IPL tere saath kya sooluk kiya jaaye”

The Square Leg

When a ground is circular,
Why is a field position called the square leg?
Seems like the man naming it then,
Had been too high on a peg
Here this plays the spoilsport in the game. 
Honourable Men, Don’t drink and drive name.
You may say anything,
But I know this poem was too lame.

Still it amazes me how a square leg in a circular field?

Square leg is as integral as the wicket-keeper. As I said, wicket-keeper keeps the bowler entertained, the square leg has no less job on hands. Think of the umpires who keep standing during the 3 hours of the innings in the heat with the minimal participation in the game. A square leg keeps them entertained every alternate over. Take the example of a comparison between a Metro Train and an barren island. Metro Trains are unfortunately better because they atleast have people around that makes it a better bargain than the deserted island. A square leg does not make the umpire feel lonesome.

Square legs promote brotherhood. Even if the umpires are not a part of the team, they are an important part of the game.  A complete contradiction to our nature. We are dancers to our own tune. We care for our own, not knowing how important this society and its people are.

The actual reason why a Square Leg is called so because it lies square to the wicket or at an angle of 90 degree to the wicket. More than anything, Square Leg warns the students that Mathematics can come to use almost anywhere.  

Thank you for reading, and thank you for your patience throughout this another lame post on iChetan.
(Just being Modest)

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