Category Archives: iMay
Posts in the month of May.
The syndicates breathe a sigh of relief,
Drumrolls all around, air turned green,
Rain came over to cry on our hopes,
Black money funded ornaments found a new sheen.
“We are not being given equal rights,”
the people in Northern Bengal had complained.
With rubble of the broken bridge,
hundreds of fingers were grained.
“If Tata had setup their factory here,”
An aspiring entrepreneur wondered.
Slogans of “Hokkolorob” on streets,
Against the evils of the system, the students had thundered.
A girl had demanded justice in vain,
“Sajano Ghotna”, such was the tag.
The human debts had piled above the financial lows,
As the ministers in their paras continued to rag.
A tainted state made to look serene,
until the veil was removed to reveal the Sharada Scam.
Look at our map, it has been darted time and again.
For giving us a gleeful Waste Bengal, thank you ma’am.
If this catches your eye, I’ll be put behind bars,
I’ll be labelled either a Maoist or BJP activist.
But I’m more worried than fearless,
Because an already choked Bengal may have to slit its wrist.
Is our mind without fear or can the head be held high?
Bengal is far from awake, do not make it blind.
We deserve a vision, we deserve to be led forward.
Undo. Unravel. Unwind.
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! 🙂
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”