Thank you, Mr. Harsha Bhogle

People find icons in actors, sportspersons and politicians, but I have always found you as my icon. Please accept the following write-up, which, I believe, will forever fall short in explaining the respect I have for you. People might be waiting for the Gambhirs and Yuvrajs to comeback to the international side, but only one comeback is awaited on this end – yours. I have wrote this multiple times as a comment on your facebook posts, and I will write this again, “I will not die without meeting you!” Here, goes the write up.

“Excellence never seeks excuses,” says a man who has lent a voice to countless abiding memories from the game of cricket. Over the years, he has become an inspiration to thousands of cricket enthusiasts, sans his physical appearance on screen. His voice has always done justice to the sport we all love and follow as one of our religions. “Open the textbook, turn to page 32” are the words which will forever label a Tendulkar’s cover drive in IPL. Kumble’s maiden test hundred could not have been immortalized without, “This is most romantic moment in the history of cricket.” There was no other fitting tribute to one of the greatest cricketers of this era other than, “Is there a more calming sight in the world than Rahul Dravid taking guard?” Myriads of such examples exist.

Mr. Harsha Bhogle; just as you say his name, you are reminded of the most rational and sensational voice you might have ever heard in cricket, or in any sport for that matter. But, it is not only his commentary that makes him an inspiration for me. It is his entire innings, up till here, that he has crafted so well and all the fearless shots that he played to reach the commentary box. Mr. Bhogle has come from being a chemical engineer to pursuing a masters in business administration to eventually being a cricket journalist and a cricket commentator. Being a cricket enthusiast and MBA aspirant myself, no other person serves as a better aspiration for me. Though, there is something beyond his education and work profiles that has been my guiding light.

It is the very feature of doing what you love in that very moment, that will always be one of the most inspiring things about him. Having gained distinction in Science, Commerce and Media – Mr. Bhogle has left no stone unturned; something we all aspire to undertake. It also is a highlight of his willingness to learn. At every turning point in his life, in my belief, he chose to take the path which had not been trodden as much. Otherwise, who would abandon the various job offers, one can expect on getting for doing an MBA from IIM-A, and instead start writing for newspapers? I have always wanted to make a career based on similar lines as him – doing what you love and being where you like. He inspires me to have enough courage to break conventions, detach myself from the frantic race and make a path of my own.

I think one would rarely find any example of people who have not participated in a particular sport professionally but still have the prowess to showcase their knowledge about that sport on national television, and rather do it better than the others. Youngsters of our age are always skeptical about things we have not tried or learnt earlier but we can overcome our fears, I believe, if people like Mr. Harsha Bhogle wrote the preamble. During his speech at IIM-A, he said that excellence is a series of 100% because we never know when we find our calling. He said, “Can you fill 2 liters in a 1 liter Pepsi bottle? So you can never give anything more than 100%. But you can give 100% for every moment.” These were words out of the commentary box, which made me draw even near to his works, and I hope such words draw me near to my goal someday.

He once said, “I learnt this very early in my childhood: Remember the good, Forget the bad.” Well, I can most certainly say that when I will look back on how Mr. Harsha Bhogle has inspired me, there will only be good to remember and no bad to forget. For making me listen cricket, for showing me ‘the winning ways’ in life and for sundry other inspiring moments – Thank you Mr. Harsha Bhogle.






It’s been quite a few days since the surgical strikes were undertaken by Indian National Army and the Modi-led cavalry. In the capacity of an average Indian, who would love any sort of victory over Pakistan, I was happy and content about this brave step taken by India. Speed reading through Anti-Pakistan posts on social media was an icing over that ecstasy.


Source: Twitter

There was sarcasm and jingoism all around. Then there were posts who sought to analyse the incidents in a situation where even the media did not have much information. I chose to participate in a few comments and was more of the opinion that such display of patriotism is ephemeral in nature. However, today I do want to state my opinion having read through editorial pages of newspapers dated 7th October, 2016, in demand more so because of’James Bond’ endorsing Pan Bahaar. Today, I can distinguish myself from some who have gone lunatic at the very news of India attacking Pakistan. They have the maximum retweets, forwards and shares on their social media accounts. We can safely say that the problem with war-mongering and jingoism can be sorted if the abundant information could anyway reach their brains. This brings me to the first critical area needing re calibration – the people of our country.


As rightly pointed out in this article, “The worst posmodisible result is a war that no one wants. Relentless hysteria in the public discourse could create a situation in which the government is pressured to act not in the nation’s best interest but to live up to bloodthirsty expectations.”
We need to start understanding first and reserve our actions for later. The platforms we are on today are enough dynamic to turn our ‘united’ fights against Pakistan into a ‘diverse’ one within our own clan between different castes and cultures. By such re calibration, I do not imply that we must stop giving opinions, but I preach that we must do so responsibly. It is always said that debates and discussions enrich the society with profound knowledge and greater comprehension, but I am finding it difficult to make sense out of debates based on the location of the strikes, the contribution of our army personnel, the future of Pakistani artists, and so on. As rightly pointed out by Akshay Kumar, “A soldier on the war-front will not care about whether a particular Pakistani artist should leave India or not.”  By virtue re-calibration, let us grow mature and grow out the lack of patience and savoir faire.

The next set needing re-calibration is surely the Opposition in general and Congress in particular. From blaming the prime minister for not showing enough courage against Pakistan to showcasing him as a war-monger in the country, Congress have reduced their standards further down, if it was not negative or cipher already. The opposition claims to have made three surgical strikes in their term saying that they did not want to publicize it, while asking for conclusive evidence of the recent surgical strikes. If anyone has shown disrespect for our army, it is them and no one else. It is not the BJP government that they questioned but it was the efforts and martyrdom of our army that they rallied against. As for Arvind Kejriwal, it has always been hard to understand his calibration which is why we cannot conclude about the reforms he needs to undergo. We all know how Congress can switch their games to extract the maximum possible support out of Muslim minority while balancing the national interests.


Source: The Telegraph | 7/10/2016

Unfortunately, for Pakistan, the Muslim minority card doesn’t feature in Narendra Modi’s deck which certainly gives the current government “greater elbow room than his Congress predecessors.” This might have not been a worry for Nawaz Shareef if they would have reciprocated Narendra Modi’s effort for friendship and bi-lateral ties between the two countries. But having bluffed the whole pact, the particular factor comes back in the picture to haunt Pakistan for any step they plan to take against India. India and Pakistan are on the cusp of a new phase – the phase which might feature undeclared wars between the two nations. While Pakistan were always consistent with their malpractices, India has rather been inconsistent in their approach but not any further. Pakistan will need a re-calibration in their strategy to deal with India because, regardless of the validity of surgical strikes, they can now expect India to be consistent in their retaliations as long as Modi is in control of the reins. Their valiant efforts to save their face against the surgical strikes is out in the open and has been subtly rebuked by major powers around the globe. Although, I doubt if, alike all other products associated with China, this re-calibration also proves to be faulty and short-lived.


Source: Economic Times | 7/10/2016

Not only the Indus Water Treaty, but on so many other fronts it will be as bad for India as for Pakistan in an event of war. “Modi began his innings with a belief that he could do business with Nawaz Sharif. That optimism suffered a reality check with Pathankot, Uri and the Kashmir troubles. Consequently, he has recalibrated India’s response to a difficult neighbour.” If anyone needs a reality check and re-calibration the most, it will be the media and influential people on both sides of the border.

“An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.” Because of our belief in this very principle, have we lost out on so many things in these 70 odd years but it may have won us peace and tranquility on the other hand. Difficult neighbour, but still a neighbour. Re-calibrate.

The Suicide Note without Suicide.


In the wake of suicides taking place all-round the country, this is what a student wrote to his parents.

Parents never demand anything for themselves. All their demands circle around our well-being. Right from our birth, our every progress draws them closer to their only wish – we grow to become a successful person. The day we walked without support, the day we spoke our first words, the first day of our school life, the day we were awarded on stage, the day we looked adorable in a fancy dress competition, the day we wore our graduation caps and the day we got our job letter are among the few simple milestones they seek for, towards the fulfillment of their only dream – us. Where Mummy works hard at home to make our trivial dreams possible, Papa toils at the office to make our future possible. I have always found, “Papa kehte hai bara naam karega, beta hamaara aisa kaam karega” a great jingle to hum but in the silence of the night when I just say out these words in a monotonous tone, I feel low about not fulfilling any of his dreams. Neither have I excelled in studies, nor have I contributed towards his business. I have procrastinated hoping to focus again, but in the interim, I have only wasted my time. I have never considered academics as a basis of judgement and thus when I speak about failure, it does not mean academically. I have failed. I was of the opinion that teenage life is the time to enjoy life but as soon as I turned twenty and looked back, I only saw wreckage. I have not made anyone proud given that parents always believe their child to be their pride. It was that simple and still I failed. Suicide is the only option I have now. I cannot hurt you everyday. I hoped to be your pride, but I cannot live while being your shame. I know you are reading this with teary eyes and I might already be gone while you do so, but always remember that I love you. But I realize my death will not solve things for you. I know that this is the note you will now hate, but it will be the same piece of paper you will cry on, every time you would like to hear from me. Suicide does not end the pain. It transfers it to someone else. I do not want to transfer this pain onto you. Having brought so much troubles, this is the last thing I would like to do. Though, you will not wait for this note to end but I know that once it does, you will either slap me out of love for putting you through the test of losing your child or you will hug me thinking that your child has come back. Indeed, your child has. It is like taking birth again. Teach me how to walk for I keep falling. Teach me how to speak for I forgot how to tell you my problems. Teach me in the same patient manner because I want to start over. I want to bring pride to you through simple milestones before life gets complex again. I will not surrender before hardships. I will not give up in hard times. I still wrote this note to tell you that I have died on the inside – the part of me that has already committed suicide and that is the part you need to give birth to, again. But, I will not go. I know you do not like when I do not come back home on time. I will not go.


“Maa ne khat mei kya likha tha, jiye tu jug jug yeh kaha tha
Chaar pal bhi jee na paaya tu…
Sunn le yaaro ki yeh baatein, beetengi sab gham ki raatein
Uth jaa saale, yu sataata hai kyu?” 

Please, say no to suicides.

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