Saturday, October 24, 2015

Those good old days and stupidity…

They say the best days of your life are your childhood days and rightly so. Those days are the best days and you cherish them and envy them for rest of your life for a variety of reasons. One significant reason amongst all, that keeps you longing for them are the funny little imitating bits we all have done as kids and teenagers. Everyone has had their favourites and role models be it actors, sportspersons, artists or elder members of the family that we have always to some extent tried enacting in an attempt to be like them, in whatever capacity possible. And now when we think about it, it all seems so funny and hilarious but definitely worth cherishing. My areas of interest have always been around sports and movies so have been my favourites and my imitating attics during my teenage years, much against my mom’s wishes though who wanted my interests to range in the field of arts J. Here are few of the dramatic and over the top bits I can recall –

I remember during my school days we used to play cricket for around 6-7 hours a day, it used to start in the early morning hours and continued till the time Sun got really unbearable and then resumed again in the evening till it became pitch dark. So  those were the days when my hot favorite happened to be Md Azharuddin. I was a big Azhar fan and he still remains one of my all-time favorites for all his silken batting prowess, style and charisma. Though, it was quite unthinkable to match his wrist work or batting master class on the field, I remember doing a lot of things to be like him otherwise. The batting stance was imbibed on his style, the collars were always up and standing like he used to keep, the walking swagger was impeccably matched to his style and not to forget his stupendous dives and back flip throws to the stumps. Funnily, hardly any back flip throws were on target and those heroic dives on not so grassy grounds only contributed in bruised knees and elbows J. So what, for me he was and will always be one of the first style icons to done the Indian jersey.

Sachin Tendulkar was a default favorite in those days(years/decades) and every kid wanted to be Sachin. For that matter more often than not if you were batting and facing a bowler you ought to think yourself as Sachin. Though, it was a different thing to be tenth of as good as he was but he for sure was the perfect role model. So batting style aside, his groin tucking funny habit also aside and so also lot of his peculiar attics aside, one thing that I picked up from him and to an extent still follow was his coming out and looking towards the sky and paying obeisance to the almighty before embarking on a new innings. I remember I started doing that before going in for any and every important exam by leaving home and coming out and looking for the sun or the skies as a mark of remembering god before getting started with something really serious and important. So apart from 100 other reasons that has made this man as every ones unanimous favorite, this is one bit that I picked from him and continue to do so J.

Shane Warne is another champion that I have always admired and have been a huge fan of, not only for his cricketing genius but also for his larger than life image. He was in true sense a genius, a juggler, a magician and as he calls himself a thorough entertainer. Nobody ever spun it like him and nobody could ever kept us all enchanted and bewitched like him. So yes, in my school days and also while playing with cousins outside our house I also resorted to leg spin, it hardly spun for me to be honest but the bowling action was a ditto. Five strolling walking steps to the stumps, looking straight into batsman eyes, keeping him guessing and rolling over that right arm with an intent to deliver the ball of the century J. Mr Warne you truly rock and will always do.

Movies in India have always been a rage and for kids my age Khans have been ruling the roost since early 90s. Salman and Shahrukh were the ones who invariably used to feature in everybody’s favorite list. SRK wasn’t as much a laughing stock then as he is now, in fact was a rage among the girls. And guys as well did use to copy his mannerism in schools and colleges in wooing their girlfriends. He was my favorite then but thankfully enough, I didn’t do anything as stupid to avoid blushes now J. But I do remember buying his ‘COOL’ locket that he flashed in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, much to the embarrassment of my parents and above all myself J. Something similar happened when Salman killed it by his skating stunts in ‘Patthar ke Phool’, it so deeply impacted me that I took over to skating quite seriously and did reasonably well in learning that too J.

Thinking about such old time memories makes you smile, feel embarrassed and long for those moments so very much. How we wish our lives could still be so simple, uncluttered and driven by such innocuous things as they were then during our childhood and teenage days. Long live such memories and wish we could once again do something as stupid, all over again.

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Tuesday, October 20, 2015

London Dairies 6 | The Premier League Fiesta.

 Couple of weekends back, I got a pleasant invite from my Uncle to join him for the super Sunday Arsenal vs Manchester United Premier League match at the celebrated Emirates Arsenal stadium. Now this was one such invite that even a half sporting enthusiast won’t think twice before immediately accepting it. I did nothing different. Moreover, it wasn’t an ordinary invite, him being at senior leadership level in his organization, makes him privy to the elitist of clubs, Emirates Business Club box in this case. No wonder, I was surely in for a treat of a lifetime for more than one reasons.

I would be lying and bragging if I say that I am a die-hard football fan and I know it all about the Premier League dynamics and updates. My only involvement in this ‘beautiful game’ is mostly during the World Cups and the Euro Cups tourneys and some odd betting stints on the weekend fixtures in the nearby betting shop. So it isn’t as intense as it is with say Cricket or Tennis but nonetheless being a sports fanatic who wouldn’t relish experiencing the on field euphoria of English Soccer. So with less than 24 hours left for the fiesta to begin I started my preparations for the big match, preparations that would ensure that I make most of this golden opportunity by rightfully indulging in the English Football extravaganza. I did some research on the teams, key players and their recent records, and found out that there is more to Man U then just Rooney and more to Arsenal then Wenger and  Ozil alone J. I did some research on the Emirates Arsenal stadium as well and enlightened myself with history and importance of this stadium in the English Football setup. I also spoke to few of mine die hard Premier League fanatic friends, to get more perspective about the match and also to get a hang of what to expect and who all to look forward to in the match. They were all very excited and upbeat about the whole concept of their friend being a party to this match and there fervour just added on to my excitement J.

As I reached the stadium on the match day, I was prepped up with all the players, teams, stadium and match related facts and figures. There was an imminent buzz around the stadium prominently dominated by the Arsenal fans who were in high spirits cheering and singing for their home team. As I entered the stadia with my uncle through the emirates club entrance it almost felt like we have stepped into a 5 star hotel. There was some time to the start of play and so we were escorted to the club lounge where we were treated with finest of champagnes and wines, followed by a sumptuous meal and a high class hospitality, reason enough to already feel special. We were joined by Uncle’s friends and colleagues in our box, mostly ardent Arsenal fans, who after the customary greetings asked us about our loyalties. When I said I am rooting for Man U, they were a tad disappointed, but were hopeful about my change in loyalties by the half time, when I replied back saying, in India the only Premier League team people mostly know about is Man U and no wonder that becomes our default favorite team J.

As we took our seats, which were easily among the best seats in the house, the stadium was packed to the capacity and the atmosphere was mind-blowingly electric. I have always heard about the crazy English soccer fans and the madness that they bring with them in any high octane match but experiencing it live in the stadium was reminiscent only to a jam packed Wankhede rooting for their boys in the blue jersey. The first half of the game was an absolute treat with Sanchez (double) and Ozil making a mockery of the united defense leaving them three down inside 20 minutes, much to the joy of the 60 odd thousand home supporters. Expectedly so, I was asked about my loyalties during the half time and I had no hesitation in declaring that I am an Arsenal supporter hereafter J.

The second half of the match wasn’t as electric as the first where we kept on waiting for a Rooney goal which was not to be, as gunners kept the pressure on and sailed through to a crushing 3-0 win over the overwhelming pre-match favorites from Old Trafford. The cheering, jeering and singing continued throughout the match and much later as well but more than the game what made the overall experience an unforgettable one was the euphoria and mania among-st the fans for the game and their beloved stars. I am a big Cricket fan and have always felt proud about the passion that we hold for the game in our country, but experiencing the Premier League fiesta from such close quarters made me realize how equally passionate fans out here are for their favorite sport. And even if you aren’t a big football aficionado (like me), given an opportunity one should definitely experience this extravaganza at least once in the lifetime, as the real magic and euphoria can be experienced only by being there in the stands.

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Post Script – They say for any sports fanatic in London, your stay in the city stays incomplete till the time you complete the holy triumvirate of watching a test match at Lords, a Premier League match in the stadium and live on court grand slam action in Wimbledon. The first two spectacles for me are already savored, its target Wimbledon now for the next summer J.