The Niceties Montage

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This is a nice sher:
Sakhtiyan bad rahi hain alam ki,
hausle muskuraaye jaate hain

And I am a nice man.

The man who refuses to be a legend

Of all the current brouhaha about the Ganguly - Chappell dispute, the critical observation that one can easily make from the responses of fans, media, administrators and players is that people are tired of Ganguly. His lack of form is overwhelmed in disgust only by his nonplussing haughtiness in pointing to the statistics that even an amateur can recognize for their bare irrelevance. Sure, there’re effigies of Chappell being burnt in Kolkata and a team mate showing public support for his embroiled skipper, but those who have any sensible comprehension of the game are pointing towards the door for the skipper either timidly, implicitly or explicitly – their verdict is loud, clear and obvious to anyone who’s listening.

Personally, I’ve admired Ganguly for his blatant arrogance and aggressiveness on the field, mostly because in my time, this country has never had aggressive captains. And of course, in times of hay and shine, the man touched on the limits that god set for a human’s prowess in his stroke play. “On the off side, first there’s God, then there’s Ganguly”, Rahul Dravid had once said famously after another heavenly innings by dada. Unfortunately, God didn’t like competition, and Ganguly slumped into the greatest batting depression that any modern day batsman has had in international cricket. That Ganguly is still playing in the international league, is in itself a modern-day miracle.

But if I know my (Indian) cricket right, Ganguly will stay. Not because he adds any value to the Indian Cricket team, but because he wants to. The prince of Indian Cricket has enough links in the dawdling administration to enforce his doctrine. The tragedy in all this muddle; apart from the bigger tragedy that is Indian Cricket; will be that instead of the legendary status of being the most successful Indian captain ever and the vanguard of Indian Cricket’s renaissance, Sourav Ganguly will be remembered by all except the blind crowds of Kolkata and the occasional team-mate, as the arrogant man who refused to give up on his raddled reins, just because he could.

The stuff that legends are made of

Our central character had two huge deadlines approaching him like monstrous, fire breathing chimeras on the vast plains of Nederlands. With no hideout in sight, he bravely faced the minatory possibility of a premature end on the face, his arsenal being two planate arrows (days) that had been deemed fit for his arduous task by the diabolic authorities of the land.

So caught in this life-threatening predicament, what exactly did he do, I hear you ask. Well, he opened an image editing program and worked up an attitude wallpaper, spending the lone couple of resources he had in searching images, changing fonts, trying colors and drawing paths until he had the perfect symbol of his mindset adorning his monitor.

And the story goes that even if he met his destined end, he became a legend of the land, for he dared question the purpose of who he was and what he did. He went to the heavens, they say, after gifting his lacerated remains to the vultures and the creation to his blog followers.

They call him the I-CAN’T-WORK-UNDER-PRESSURE-MAN.

Prosaic verse or seminal plot...

Read this on the bus today... I don't know if it's a brilliant masterpiece, a chance compilation or an implicit philosophy. But it's unique. And its innocent simplicity gives it the eyes of imagination that more vivid compositions find closed.

Silence

Clouds.
Grass.
Dewdrops.
Butterfly.
You.
I.

- R.G. Kaimal

Is this humor?

SA: Tune pyar kyun kiya?
AJ: Bahut zor se aaya tha, isliye.

SA: Mujhe Jayanagar ka ye waala part bada pasand hai.
AJ: Mujhe apne ghar ka woh waala pot bada pasand hai.

"Humor is tragedy plus time"

-Mark Twain

No, I don't like being photographed

Oh my god! It's on me! Damn, what do I do! Is anyone looking? There, they must be laughing at me inside. Aw man, how did I get myself into this... Okay, now that I'm in it, let me salvage some esteem.

Just be normal. Appear normal. They should feel that you are normal. You should look normal. Don't you get it yet, you imbecile! NORMAL! Look, he's about to do it. Gather your nerves now. Close your lips. You don't look good with teeth showing. Look to the right, idiot. You have a prominent left profile. Lift the eyebrows a bit. Yes, there... Now take the right foot a little to the...

> Click! <

What? He took it? NOOOOOO! I wasn’t normal yet!