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TIME on Sachin

Time Magazine on Sachin Tendulkar`s Journey.

“When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to “open” the Nehruvian economy.

It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will.”

What a fitting tribute to the living legend. He is one of the reason why I feel proud to be Indian.


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My name is INDIAN

…..and I am not a fool.

”To whomsoever it may concern”

You people should understand that you have not inherited Mumbai from your forefathers and stop bullying people by your mindless acts.

I saw the movie My name is Khan. I saw it not because I am a movie buff or SRK fan but to make statement that I will not be bullied by some idiots like you and that I have fully functional and stable mind to decide what is good for me, my city and my country. I was not alone and cinema halls were running houseful to give a slap on your face.

Why stop screening of a movie which is a joint effort of so many people from so many walks of life? Just because you have got problem with one person which is also a “problem’’ only in your eyes, more then billion people are wrong and you’re the only sacrosanct person championing this cause?

If you have got some opinion or point to make then it should be unbiased and universal. You say that you wont allow Australians to play in IPL because of the attack on Indians in Australia, you conveniently forget that these attacks are ethnic and similar in nature with the attack you carried out on north Indians living in Mumbai. If this is the logic then Sachin Tendulkar should not be allowed to play at Kanpur.

Nine years old Russian girl was raped in Goa in India by Indian, are all Indians rapist? Why don’t you put your own house in order before pointing fingers at others.

You want reservations and quotas in public sector then why not ask for quota in military? Try and introduce quota in military and then will see how many posts you can fill in.

You protest Valentines Day saying its western culture but you’re happy to host Michael Jackson. Was he singing Indian classical songs when he performed in Mumbai? Wasn’t his music part of western culture?

Before protesting be worthy of doing so. Gain some stature in society and build some public opinion in your favor. By the way how many MPs you have in parliament? How many MLAs you send to state assembly? When was the last time you formed govt on your own in this state? Difficult questions, isn’t it?

In last 10 years what have you done for this city apart from attacking media houses? Apart from protesting progress? Apart from attacking youngsters on Valentines Day? Apart from advising Amitabh Bacchhan, SRK and Mukesh Ambani on what they should do? Apart from using abusive language for anyone who refuse to agree with you? Apart from damaging public property and calling for Mumbai Bandh?

Remember destruction is always easy then construction. If you can’t construct and contribute in nation building then atleast don’t come in the way.

If you had done only 10% of constructive work instead of your mindless acts for this city I am sure Mumbai would have been better place to live today.

And yeah… I am Indian first and then Mumbaiite, true cosmopolitan Mumbaiite.

Anyone of you happen to read this please don’t forget to post your views, whatever it be.

So far….

Lyfe – 1999 – bhuta – mummy – pratish – shailesh – bhumika – nagardas – cambridge – gujarati – english – ssc – commerce – tolani – confusion – friends – world – politics – kunal – sandy – reading – books – mihir – faisal – karan – goldflake – music – nishit – arvind – 2004 – beaches – compassion – pseudo – frozen-thoughts – internet – yahoo – cat – sapna – july – blogging – karma -nightmare – iipm -apurva – jignesh- money – mukund – knowledge- dipali -london – beautiful – lull – reena – mba – heartbreak – anger – random – madness – inertia – sadness – words – 2008 – icici – poonam- philosophy – feelings – learning – 2009 – unlearning – relearning – dharmi – kkps – orkut – kunjal – dhruti – dreams- regrets – mistakes – nirvana – wisdom – razr – 202 – andheri – india – ccd – u2 – markets- sensex- ideas – 11 – pinkfloyd – ethics – wowy – fridays – sagar-apts- business – frustation – greed – marriage – obsession – problems – pleasure – kutch

…. not in chronological order and in same intensity. “I”, “ME”, “MYSELF” is sum of these parts, so far…!!

25th November 2009

The Autorickshaw Diaries

Inspired by the recently read book Motorcycle diaries by legendary personality CHE Guevara, I thought of writing this but thankfully this inspiration is confined to only title and not the content.

For long Mumbai has been identified with local trains and omnipresent BEST buses but autorickshaw has not been given its due may be because its area of operations has been restricted to half of Mumbai ie Mumbai suburbs

Travelling in auto rickshaw in Mumbai has been part of growing up in Mumbai for last as many years as I can remember, from the age when I was allowed to travel with 3 permitted adults as a kid to the age when I am considered among adults.

Likeness for autorickshaw is a subjective thing, if you are driving in your so called air-conditioned four wheel sedan, it will seem like unwanted creature crawling on the road and creating lot of troubles and you will inexorably end up uttering four, five or six letter words based on your linguistic influence and vocabulary preferences….. but if you are stuck somewhere and there is no other mode of travelling then it will come across as god send savior in the moment of crisis. Fortunately or unfortunately I have experienced both.

It’s an experience of a kind to travel in autorickshaw on Mumbai roads which are often used in same connotation as in moon’s surface. Talking about experience of travelling in autorickshaw… most of them have music system which will give you inferiority complex about your music system at home but unfortunately they typically play some unheard old hindi film songs or Altaf Raja kind of music (!!!) or Himesh Reshmiya with extra beats(!!!???##%%^&#) which sounds more like nuisance then music.

Broadly there are four categories of drivers in the roads of Mumbai which has some typical common traits among their respective categories. These are Motorcyclist, car drivers, bus drivers and autorickshaw drivers. All these categories are topic of separate discussion but talking about autorickshaw drivers, I think they are the most restless breed of drivers nurtured indigenously on the roads of Mumbai which can not be reproduced anywhere in the world. Even if they have scanty piece of automobile in their hand they drive it like some 100 horse powered engineering marvel. On the face of it, autorickshaw looks like some alien vehicle, cross breed between bajaj scooter and some delivery van.

Another interesting aspect of autorickshaw as per my observation comes from the people who use it for travelling. Owing to cosmopolitan (!!) nature of Amchi Mumbai, people from different walks of lyfe likes to call it in a many different ways such as AUTORICKSHAW, RICKSHAW, AUTO, RICK and some indigenous names like RIKSHO by typical gujju maniben or MENDHAK by car drivers because of the way it looks.

The most interesting part about autorickshaw for me is its fare. For last many years minimum fare is fixed at Rs 9 which is BATA style of pricing. Generally neither drivers have inclination to give the one rupee back nor do travelers have interest in taking the one rupee back but speaking about myself had I taken back all those one rupee coins over the years, by now I would have been in a position to buy my own autorickshaw.

 

Muje change chahiye……

Yeah…. I need change…….. of 100/- or 500/- or may be 1000/-

It seems strange and funny but true… As usual I don’t understand why I run out of change every time, everywhere…….

Having change in my wallet is like a luxury for me, owing to my poor track record of having change, which causes embarrassment at general stores to even at auto rickshaw Walla’s…..

Looking for change with 100/- note in hand is like searching for water in desert, the whole world seems to be running out of change when I need it… (or is it a well planned conspiracy ha….??!!!)

There are two types of situation, 1st is when you know that you don’t have change (and you know you cant do anything about it) and you go to buy something, in this situation you tend to get defensive and pray that the person will not ask for change, and when you really get what you want without being asked for change, its like…… phewwww…. bach gaye….

2nd type of scenario…… You don’t even know that your running out of change until its the time for payment, and when you realize this harsh reality(of lyfe), your facial expression says that its the biggest shock of your lyfe…. and the eternal struggle to find the change starts with one of those high denomination notes in hand…. or else you end up buying more than you really want….

Imagine a scenario where after buying chewing gum for 2/- you end up buying chewing gum plus mineral water plus chocolate plus chocolate cream biscuits (!!!) plus what not…. just because you did not have change…… well, these things are not new to me….

One more….. I invariably catch the auto rickshaw and then realize that I don’t have change….when I offer 100/- note to him, he looks at it trying to copy my embarrassment as if its a fake note…..( and I feel like banging my head on the meter which reads as 9/-)….
And this thing invariably happens while coming back home…. but in this situation I take the help of my lender of the last resort… Yes my building watchman…. I have lost the number of count as to how many times I have borrowed 10/- from him. He comes across as god send savior in this moment of crisis…..

So… all you people out there who sympathize with me and reciprocate these feeling are welcome to share the views… May be together we can find out the solution for this….