Monday, November 26, 2012

Moments that needs to be revived

To my classmates
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I had been a silent observer of my friend’s deeds during my college days.
I m pretty sure that nobody would forget the picture of mercury UPS….especially Oolanoj…………..

Once upon a time, there were only three computers in MH 2007 batch owned by three - Kadan, Bujith and PULI. These Bourgeoisies(boorshaw in malayalam) hail from the wild forests of Malabar. Seeing them playing games all the time, our Oolanoj decided to buy a new one. Then entered our Thadiyan lecturing his one year experience in a comp.hardware shop. Oolanoj didn’t think second, took him and went to a shop ignoring Indicom-a traditional shop for MHCET.

While buying UPS Oolanoj suggested Powercom which was the brand UPS of MH (a best source of income for Indicom). But couldn’t convince Thadiyan and they came back with Mercury VOLVO.

That evening……

Thadiyan: “Da binoje engane indera nammude puthiya item…..

Oolanoj : hmm. Kollam vicharicha pole alla.

Hearing the positive response Thadiyan started a lecture about How UPS works and at the end of it he said

Thadiyan: “Nee enthoota vichariche…..Mercury ille international branda international brand…..allande ee potta Powercom pole local brandonnum alla…….”

Hearing this Kadan folded his fists, jumped from chair, Bujith straightened his sushumna from chair and push the hair slanded on the forhead to side, PULI as always opened another Yesudas folder and started playing one Raveendran song……

Night 8 PM…all of a sudden there happened a fluctuation in current and voltage stayed low…..

Our international brand started making a peculiar continual beep noise which fell on Thadiyans ear like a spearhead. The Powercom didn’t show any disturbance and worked like a warhorse.The beep sound didn’t stop until the voltage comes.


Thadiyan went near to VOLVO and inspected thoroughly. When he turned back,the rest was a “pedare moment” and Thadiyan couldn’t count the hands fall on his back…..The beep continued for some more days as voltage came down and finally he agreed “mercury volvo” is a Beemapally brand.
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Friday, March 9, 2012

Dravid-A phenomenon where hatred is as equivalent to love

How much an Indian Cricket fan would have loved Dravid. It is realized by the hatred Dravid received from the fan. The more hatred he received, the more lovable he became.
I started loving hatred through Dravid. Over the years, when opening pairs were broken, quite early or not, a man with head down comes to the crease, starts tucking down deliveries. His survival was considered as a break for fans to resume their unfinished tasks. They begin to iron their next weeks cloths, goes to get groceries and finish bath. I was not different too but had to stop at Dravid’s elegant flicks through square and fine leg. Sad to say that we are going to miss it.
Growing years I realised that I was a big fan of him and loved with the same degree that I had vested for my dream god Sachin. His 50 balls 30, 70 balls 40 with Sachin,Ganguly or Sehwag seems insipid when we chase down a meagre scores of less than 230 because we had the luxury to go for attack. Fans hate these essentials though they were the building blocks. If there were targets around 200-230 and Indian top order tumbles to even feeble attacks of minnows, when probable win seems to be loosing from our hand, his 50s and 80s had lifted the doomed morale of crew.....and it was noticed late.
I believe moments need to be cherished forever. Living through them gives a soothing relief.
One of such kind was in Samsung cup 2004 at PAKISTAN. It was a 5 match series and PAK was leading 2-1. Cable was not there in my home at that time and I was watching that match at the expense of favourite mega serial of my neighbours family. I had been showing my ecstasy for each ball as they would hesitate to change the channel and was at their mercy during over break. Yuvi and Dravid were cruising smooth repairing the loss of wickets at regular intervals. Suddenly Yuvraj got out, India was 162/5 stranded at Lahore on chasing a score of 290+. I gave the remote back to them and started walking to my house despaired. I really had wished to win that match from the bottom of my heart, don’t know why. It would be expected to give me a ray of inspiration on the lean patch of life I was going through at that time. It was March, watching TV for cricket was considered to be a sin and I had cancelled my home tuition for 2 students. Serials got over, I went back again and switched on TV. A glee of joy sprang up in my heart. India needs runs less than per balls. Dravid and Kaif were running like kids between wickets. When the winning run was hit I looked around to express my joy and I couldn’t find a face other than of a bewildered 80 year old woman who was laughing at my excitement. I told her that India won by 5 wickets and she asked me how many runs Sachin scored. Sachin was their favourite too.
My neighbor Lijo and I usually play cricket in my front yard for hours continuously. Sometimes my brother comes to spend his time. Those were the times I felt a cricketer that I have seen over the small screen is playing in front of me. He batted like a Dravid against us. We were hardly bowled out him. Toiled hard and hard and finally he quarralled with him for spoiling our style of play that we imitated foolishly the then superstars Sachin,Lara,Waugh….Once I was in a dilemma of how to behave next when he was out for a duck at first ball. I couldn't play for minutes because I could never think that my brother who came at 9'o clock at morning and went out in first ball. My friend and I looked each other not knowing what to do next. This would have been the same in Indian dressing room I swear. There is no surprise that Dravid owns the record for not being dismissed on a duck for 120 innings consecutive one-day matches.
I still remember the moments when I was thinking about the new saviours of Indian cricket doomed in deep sorrow of humiliation in front of their own crowd. I had wished Kambli hit consecutive sixes and fours on Jayasurya and Vaas and take India home at Eden. There comes the resurgence of Indian team in the form of two young bloods - Ganguly and Dravid.
Dravid was sidelined by the stardom of Ganguly and Sachin and later by Sehwag and Yuvraj as they were natural stroke makers. Debates were plenty about the pressure applied by Dravid when he was not able to find runs in 2-3 balls of an over, which indirectly creates pressure on non-strikers who were then in omniscient touch. This was a false concept because others were natural stroke makers and love to take attack back onto the bowlers and in course they forgot the value of wicket. They hit balls that were not in slot that might cost sometimes and when they got out the blame was on a man who was speculate in shot selection. In this regard cricket as a game perceived wrongly in 90s and 00s and started revealing the role a shield anchor now a days. Actually in his times Dravid was doing the same, but couldn't convince or he didn't try to showcase it properly to the world about the importance of his own existence in the game.
Without him an inspiring innings 98(75) from our little maestro would be a pain now….
Without him it was not possible to win a series at Rawalpindi (2004)...
He was there at Adelaide(2003) in their first win in Australia since the same kind in 1980-81.......
And he stood as a wall to produce one of the greatest comeback victories, Kolkatta(2001) in the history of the cricket....
He was ailing for a similar kind of help at Port Of Spain against Lanka at league match WC2007. I wished I had a computer program to create a matrix of Dravid and send to the middle.
Keeping ones value of wicket was as important as that of playing strokes in cricket. But that saga was unsung over the years and we scratch from baskets now.
Hats off to that man whose toil will be the myths of next generation.....
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