Roger Federer- A glorious debacle

 

Roger Federer is one of the best ever tennis players, no questions about that. As the ever faithful statistics clearly show that his sustained domination over a 3 year period was quite unlike in the history of Tennis. His stay at the top, grand slam wins, semi-finals, quarter finals streak all will take decades to top if ever it happens.

If you care to see the celebrations of each and every player after they beat Federer you will see as they celebrate as if they have conquered the world and go ecstatic. And do not seem at all to be upset when beaten by him. They still fear him as the best in the business. One of the most revered champion in the history of tennis. Every sport has its invincible champions. Tiger Woods, Tendulkar, Schumacher, Jordan and Federer are all in the same league.

Federer is playing just as well but has lost the little extra bit confidence or grit to clinch crunch points time and again consistently against top quality players just as he shows in his recent defeats this year.

This quality is what separates a top 10 player from a number 1 player. Once he loses momentum in a match, Federer is not the best comeback man right now. Nadal is showing it winning matches somehow even though not playing his best. Del Potro and Djokovic also have that ability.

Well being an avid follower of tennis and a diehard Federer fan I follow him to the wildest and am seriously concerned with him not performing. He has always been extraordinary with his game. You would have hardly seen him struggling if you have followed this maestro in recent years of his prime. He never seemed to sweat. He just created new shots. And sometimes these shots do not pay off, that’s all I guess.

Rafa is his only nemesis as he seems to retrieve the ball from Spain if it is hit from Wimbledon. Taking nothing away from Rafa, I am not sure how long Rafa will stay fit and how long is he going to be around.

And talking of Murrays, Tsongas, Berdychs, they are just one time wonders I feel (or rather, the lucky bunch) and comparing them to Federer. Guys, it’s high time we understand the difference between art and victory. Art is forever and victory is just momentary.

But for Federer I wish that gets his issues straight and comes back all guns blazing in the upcoming tours. And please drops that attitude of complacency and do stretch out to return the ball to the opponents court. Else he will end up as the MJ of tennis molesting the kids( lowly ranked players) and ending up like Pete Sampras.

I remember reading George Burns somewhere:

‘Everything that goes up must come down. But there comes a time when not everything that’s down can come up.’

Moral Policing Vs Vulgarity

 

I’ve been thinking about writing a post titled ‘Beware of the MTV culture’. MTV makes violence seem to be ordinary. Alright, you might argue that they condemned the physical violence on Roadies and on Splitsvilla, but why should they show fights and arguments as the "highlights" from the next episode. I like to watch these fights, I must confess. But that does not mean I condone such blatant display of violence. No, the MTV culture must not be allowed to propagate.

Which brings me to my next point. I am NOT engaging in moral policing. What happens with Raj Thackeray and the mockery on each Valentine’s Day is absolutely condemnable.

But let me ask you this: When you see couples in Buddha garden showing a Public Display of Affection, do you support it? Do you support Akshay Kumar getting unbuttoned on the ramp? I mean, I still think that the person who filed a PIL against Kumar is wanting publicity. But I still feel that what Kumar did was not right. I don’t want him to apologise. I just want him to know that it was not right. Alright, your brand is called ‘unbuttoned’, but if you show Kumar unbuttoning on stage, do you mean to say that people who wear that brand of jeans should be unbuttoned? Oh come on, there are better ways to sell your wares than to engage on obscenity.

I have always opposed aping of the west. But unfortunately, that is what mostly happens. Why should we compare Bollywood films to those from Hollywood? Why not judge them on their own merit (or the lack of it, if you ask me)? Does somehow have to speak English the way the Americans or the Britons do? Since we are the largest English-speaking community in the world (or at least second), why should we not have our own distinctive style of English. But you know what, we actually do. We insert expletives (the really dirty Hindi ones) in our English sentences to make it more ‘effective’. What is wrong, people? Are we losing faith in our language that we need to put in expletives to make our point more effective?
Perhaps we’re already on a path from which there is no return. We’re denegerating and there is no escaping it. But every big movement begins with a small step. And so shall a reformation.

MTV is leading the brigade of channels which have launched horribly amoral shows like Splitsvilla, The Fast and the Gorgeous, G-Talk, and Roadies (although to be fair, not THAT they deserve any fairness, Roadies is the lesser of all these evils).

All that the producers of these shows see is that in the West, shows like Punked, The Real World, Big Brother, Yo Mamma, etc etc rake in the TRPs.. and so they make up all these Indian counterparts and thrust it on an unsuspecting audience.

AND OF COURSE WE’LL WATCH IT! Very few of us are able to keep our eyes turned away. I myself, while surfing, land on MTV, and get stuck. I watch the whole show in some sort of twisted trance, and the moment the show ends, I literally just get up and walk off with a bad taste in my mouth and glazed look in my eyes. And yet I’ll be back the next time the show is on air.

Now I’m not a fan of ruthless censorship, but something needs to be done here. Because clearly the Indian audience is too weak to to take a stand in their living rooms.

Grow up guys…

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Monday, March 1, 2010

Will Patna ever be able to own an IPL franchisee….

 

IPL as written is just taken as a mirror to showcase the inner view of the much hoopla about this city advancing its assets by leaps and bounds.

So for me personally the question remains “Is the city really developing? ”.  Last time the city had hosted an international fixture was way too long ago with kind of un-smoothe going. Even the states have started  having possession of multiple franchisees. But as far as i can see with zero infrastructural advancement visible how is it possible for some magnate to buy a team for the state. The only sphere in which the states has been able to produce bigwigs is the politics. And leave behind the case of buying an IPL representation they have not been able to shell out a penny for all the masses who have powered to positions they hold.  These assholes can shell out huge sums for arranging rallies across the states for creating divides among those same masses based on cultural or religious lines. Why the fuck they cant concentrate on the developmental work as they pledge out while taking oaths for the big positions in the central or state cabinets? Even if they use the public funds to buy IPL team for the state i am sure the team name would be PATNA POLITICOS. Lol…

Anyway this would mean deviating away from the things and the issues that come out when you read between the IPL lines if i go on cursing them for the Yuck they have made out of a gem province.

The thing is that no renowned face would ever buy the thing for us.Why would they when it take fucking ten years to complete some project here then another ten just to come out of the controversies related and do the inauguration.

Okay if i have been boring you people in this text hear is some fun added to it just for you guys.  Also it would be kind of pun as it would bring out some sense.

Many of us would have watched the match that was played between Mumbai Indians and Chennai Super Kings.  There were many bolly-starlets in the stands to cheer for their team. Mainly visible to me as far as i could see were Farhan Akhtar, Geeta Basra, Arjun Rampal,Kunal Kapoor and many more. Imagine a team of our state playing on its home turf in the Moin-ul-Haq stadium.

Let the team be PATNA POLITICOS. Then the in the celeb stands the people there to support the home team would be the famous who’s who. Cheering the the team would be the Laloos, the Paswans, the Nitishes and other mafias. As imaginable with the location of the stadium sand-witched between the politicos and the mafias there would be a huge mass of misled students who’s immense enthusiasm has never been tapped to end up with something constructive but has always been pioneered in some kind of wrongdoing. One possibility is also there of having a stand for the setters providing easy access for the students to get themselves registered for the upcoming entrance exams and thus earn some easy cash. Then there is also possibility of having few policemen as security measures as in Patna security is of least concern as everyone is self secured.

But one thing is for sure the match atmosphere would be great and electric. Specially for the match against the Mumbai Indians. Lol..

Not to forget about the team composition the team would fill in as per the government quota system with some Paswans craving for more and more moslem and mahadalits inclusion.

And believe me the match would definitely be a hit being the last match in the IPL history with IPL banned forever in future as some mishap would always be on the cards being the most happening thing to have occurred on a cricketing turf .

I wonder when would these assholes grow up and when fuck would the great mass of a gem province wake up from the sleep induced to them by these so political demigods.

Why don’t you people understand they can never be your well wisher fellahs.You have to develop in your minds to be a big developed state.

Grow up Patna !!@@!!

Till then i am also feeling lil drowsy.

CHAO !!@@!!

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Monday, March 29, 2010

WARM REMEMBRANCE !!!

 

…As I remember You

I pictured your Gorgeous Eyes looking at me so Passionately,

And Tender, that they whispered to my soul.

…As I remember You

I remembered when your Lips first Oh! so sweetly caressed mine.

And I knew I was in Love.

…As I remember You

I closed my eyes and thanked god for leading me up to you,

And for giving me such a Precious Gift of Love.

…As I remember You

I couldn’t remember a day when I didn’t have You,

Because My Life began when my Heart met Yours.

A WARM REMEMBRANCE OF YOU

CAN LAST ME A LIFETIME THROUGH !!!

…..!!@@!!

KINNA SOHNA TENU RAB NE BANAYA….JI KARE WEKHDA RAWA……

 

“I still feel the same way as I felt earlier, honey. And believe me I have always felt the same and have never tried to play numbers on you.  Will you be mine again? Only if you wish to. You just have to take one step further and trust me.”

And guess what the reply came as spontaneously as it could ever get. “No”, she said in a very known low pitch voice wearing a melancholic smile. It felt like the divine arrow I had shot to pour down the rain of love in my otherwise deserted life was a misfire and in fact had hit me millions times fiercely.

I simply turned back and walked away. Smiling as if consoling myself that it wasn’t me who talked to her. Maybe someone did love her more. I walked out of the mall and took my car and drove as fast as I could. I was smiling may be at myself. OMG I was being a gross. I hated myself for a while but after that it was alright. only for a moment. As it has been for the last eight long years. Not a single day has passed that I haven’t missed her. Not a single achievement of mine has gone celebrated without being shared with her what if only in memories. I still walk with the same passport size photograph of hers in my wallet because I didn’t find anyone better. Its not that I didn’t try. I tried to move on and found going impossible. Every girl I dated was different and of course great. But none of them was like my WONDERGIRL.

I stopped at a place unknown to me. I tried to breathe easy and tried to hide the tears of a clown. Remembering some of the golden days of my life. Every single kiss that set my soul on vibrations, every single glimpse of her majestic beauty that had a aura of its own, every single movie that I saw with her seemed more meaningful, every single moment that we had together was like playing in front of my eyes. The more I tried to console myself more I got entangled in the clutches of her memories. It was like having no way out. I cried as usual as harder as I tried not to.

I decided that there is only one single way to get out of this. I drove harder and rushed to a liquor store at the end of the lane. Took a full JD. And called up some of my closest of pals and told them to come at my place and we would have a blast. Of course I didn’t tell them what exactly happened today as I left sharing things to anybody way back since she left me.

I sometimes ponder over this that I have real high profile job that million people would die for, I have a long smashing car which is high on the wish-list of anyone, I have a big house, I have a number of friends and some of then are really true fellahs. But still why I miss having that special some one.

Anyway I was on my way back home. The speedometer ticked as fast as it could. This song of Rehat Fateh Ali khan ‘ KINNA SOHNA TENU RAB NE BANAYA, JI KARE WEKHDA RAWA…’…..was playing on full volume.

The more I tried to run faster the more I felt being ensnared in her memories. OMG what is happening to me. Why am i shivering

CRASH!!!!!

I wish my epitaph read,

‘BABY I LOVED YOU, I WAS JUST A MATTER OF TRUST. ALWAYS BE HAPPY. I AM WATCHING YOU FROM SOMEWHERE’

!!@@!!

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Sunday, August 1, 2010