Skill and Technique
I have never been into arts. I dont sing, dance
or paint. I dunno if its the skill or the interest
or the time that I lack. Anyways
I do play a lot of sports. And TT in particular
I play almost daily.
Now TT involves both technique and skill. Technique
is about knowing the different spins that the
opponent/oneself can impart on the ball and knowing
how to counter that spin. With practice
you tend to learn to use the correct stroke.
But there is something more to this game than
just technique. There is an artistic way of
playing this game. The difference is similar
to say Lara's batting and Tendulkar's.
There is a certain poetry to Lara batting.
Whereas Tendulkar at best can be described for
his technique or his ruthlessness.
I dunno if you can develop this artistic appeal
a player has.
Compare Federer's game with lets say Nadal.
Doesnt Federer's game look more artistic.
For a man who doesnt seem to be bulging with
muscles he seems to generate tremendous pace.
He uses his body really well.
Similarly bowlers in cricket. There are some
who treat it as art form and a few others build
muscles and pound the ball.
Shane Warne, isnt he an artist
Akram, can one get better than him
So in that respect I think I can say, I am artistic
or atleast I try or atleast I know the difference.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
TOP BATSMEN
The top batsmen I have seen
1. Brian Lara, when in flow is like poetry.
Who cares about technique when you can bat like
that. Has own matches all by himself.
2. Tendulkar, good technique, hunger for runs,
disciplined. But then sometimes gives way too
much respect to bowlers than necessary.
3. Steve Waugh, like Jack Nickalson would say
"you need him there, you want him there" especially
when shit happens.
4. Mark Waugh, elegance personified
5 Sunil Gavaskar, I was in the stadium when he played
his last test. He was simply brilliant.
6. Vivian Richards, the only reason he is so low down
the order is because I havent see much of him
and second his technique is not all that good.
He is ruthless but not in Lara kind of way.
7. Rahul Dravid, good technique, great attitude.
8. Micheal Vaughan, even though backfooted
is still elegant.
9. Ponting, just for statistics sake. I dont
think he has it in him to face high quality
spin or pace attack.
10. Martin Crowe, seen very little of him.
list of people who could compete
Aravinda de Silva, Gooch, Peter Kirsten,
Miandad, Ganguly, Laxman (only sometimes),
Atherton
The top batsmen I have seen
1. Brian Lara, when in flow is like poetry.
Who cares about technique when you can bat like
that. Has own matches all by himself.
2. Tendulkar, good technique, hunger for runs,
disciplined. But then sometimes gives way too
much respect to bowlers than necessary.
3. Steve Waugh, like Jack Nickalson would say
"you need him there, you want him there" especially
when shit happens.
4. Mark Waugh, elegance personified
5 Sunil Gavaskar, I was in the stadium when he played
his last test. He was simply brilliant.
6. Vivian Richards, the only reason he is so low down
the order is because I havent see much of him
and second his technique is not all that good.
He is ruthless but not in Lara kind of way.
7. Rahul Dravid, good technique, great attitude.
8. Micheal Vaughan, even though backfooted
is still elegant.
9. Ponting, just for statistics sake. I dont
think he has it in him to face high quality
spin or pace attack.
10. Martin Crowe, seen very little of him.
list of people who could compete
Aravinda de Silva, Gooch, Peter Kirsten,
Miandad, Ganguly, Laxman (only sometimes),
Atherton
Kukke Subramanya
We decided to head off to Kukke Subramanya on a Saturday
afternoon. I didnt plan much, hired a driver and took my car out.
Initial plan was for me and my cousin to drive. Thank God he didnt
turn up.
Me, mom, dad, my one other cousin and the driver. Leave blr by
3:30 pm. As usual there is traffic in Blr. But not bad. I forget
to take music for my parents.
We have a pleasant drive upto Hassan. But figure out that
my parents want to listen to Bhakthi Geethe and not
Kishore Kumar singing about yet another failed attempt
with a woman.
Interestingly the moment you go past Hassan the condition
of the road detoriates. Now why is that. Who is this person
from Hassan who can influence to fix the road upto Hassan.
I wonder who.
Anyways, its begins to rain and we reach Sakleshpura
and trouble begins. It starts to rain harder,
and the conditions is worse than some muddy rally
tracks that you see on ESPN. We see a few lorries
which have slipped or have over turned. My father
has high BP and I see him popping a few pills in.
Swift has very low clearance and driver is extra cautious.
Its almost a hour and we have covered only abt 10km.
I can see the driver getting casual with the car
by the minute. The poor mans concentration was
certainly being tested. Luckily we were getting down.
Finally after a marathon 7 hr drive we reach Kukke.
I book rooms in a temple run lodge. This is my second
visit. I was there 16 years back. And I am amazed at
how nice and small and uncrowded this place is.
Atleast its not become a marketing game like Tirupati.
I was instructed to pick some special Pooja tickets
and then take a dip in the river Netravati and come back.
I go to the temple in tracks and a T-shirt. I see
people in pristine white Panche and Shalla's. Staring
at this guy who can use his hair as an antenna. Anyways
I pick up the tickets and rush to the river.
People should stop brushing their teeth there.
How you can take bath at the same place where someone
is brushing his teeth. Disgusting.
I try to go a bit upstream, put my head in 3 times.
Come back to the room and again take a shower and we
all set to get into the temple.
While heading towards the temple I hear some Bhakti Geethe
where the singer is pissed the world today seems to be happy
and Gay. I was wondering whats wrong with that.
We get in and do some Pooja. Takes about 2 hrs.
These temples are a great place to see
these beautiful people. You know what I mean :)
We are done with Pooja. We head out the belt
some food. Ok my parents ate their food and I was belting.
I dont want to miss out on some good cooking. Thats one
thing people from these parts do right. They cook
like its the last meal of their lives.
We then do NagaPratishte. I also try to hand over
some change to the Elephant. I thought it will
be able to scoop the change from my palm.
But it cant (what was I thinking), then drop
it into its nostrils. It throws it back
to the Mahoot with disdain.
We are done with NagaPratishte and head back into temple
for some more Pooja's. We are finally done. Head for some
free food. Which again is delightful. But the serving
style is really annoying. They kind of throw the food
at you.
Ok, one other important detail. All the not-so-fairer sex
have to uncover their upper body before entering the temple.
I guess this was a way to check that only Brahmins enter the temple
in the olden days. Not sure why they do it still. Its kind
of difficult to connect to your spiritual side with stinky men around you.
And I was standing there and going
"Dude if you created me and gave me the brains to doubt
your existence then I cant help it"
We then decide to ditch the Mangalore highway and take the
back route through Honnur. The Bisle ghat is an amazing
drive. Not so bad roads and scenic drive and loads and loads
of rain and Kishore Kumar singing one of failed love songs.
Made it a worth while trip.
We decided to head off to Kukke Subramanya on a Saturday
afternoon. I didnt plan much, hired a driver and took my car out.
Initial plan was for me and my cousin to drive. Thank God he didnt
turn up.
Me, mom, dad, my one other cousin and the driver. Leave blr by
3:30 pm. As usual there is traffic in Blr. But not bad. I forget
to take music for my parents.
We have a pleasant drive upto Hassan. But figure out that
my parents want to listen to Bhakthi Geethe and not
Kishore Kumar singing about yet another failed attempt
with a woman.
Interestingly the moment you go past Hassan the condition
of the road detoriates. Now why is that. Who is this person
from Hassan who can influence to fix the road upto Hassan.
I wonder who.
Anyways, its begins to rain and we reach Sakleshpura
and trouble begins. It starts to rain harder,
and the conditions is worse than some muddy rally
tracks that you see on ESPN. We see a few lorries
which have slipped or have over turned. My father
has high BP and I see him popping a few pills in.
Swift has very low clearance and driver is extra cautious.
Its almost a hour and we have covered only abt 10km.
I can see the driver getting casual with the car
by the minute. The poor mans concentration was
certainly being tested. Luckily we were getting down.
Finally after a marathon 7 hr drive we reach Kukke.
I book rooms in a temple run lodge. This is my second
visit. I was there 16 years back. And I am amazed at
how nice and small and uncrowded this place is.
Atleast its not become a marketing game like Tirupati.
I was instructed to pick some special Pooja tickets
and then take a dip in the river Netravati and come back.
I go to the temple in tracks and a T-shirt. I see
people in pristine white Panche and Shalla's. Staring
at this guy who can use his hair as an antenna. Anyways
I pick up the tickets and rush to the river.
People should stop brushing their teeth there.
How you can take bath at the same place where someone
is brushing his teeth. Disgusting.
I try to go a bit upstream, put my head in 3 times.
Come back to the room and again take a shower and we
all set to get into the temple.
While heading towards the temple I hear some Bhakti Geethe
where the singer is pissed the world today seems to be happy
and Gay. I was wondering whats wrong with that.
We get in and do some Pooja. Takes about 2 hrs.
These temples are a great place to see
these beautiful people. You know what I mean :)
We are done with Pooja. We head out the belt
some food. Ok my parents ate their food and I was belting.
I dont want to miss out on some good cooking. Thats one
thing people from these parts do right. They cook
like its the last meal of their lives.
We then do NagaPratishte. I also try to hand over
some change to the Elephant. I thought it will
be able to scoop the change from my palm.
But it cant (what was I thinking), then drop
it into its nostrils. It throws it back
to the Mahoot with disdain.
We are done with NagaPratishte and head back into temple
for some more Pooja's. We are finally done. Head for some
free food. Which again is delightful. But the serving
style is really annoying. They kind of throw the food
at you.
Ok, one other important detail. All the not-so-fairer sex
have to uncover their upper body before entering the temple.
I guess this was a way to check that only Brahmins enter the temple
in the olden days. Not sure why they do it still. Its kind
of difficult to connect to your spiritual side with stinky men around you.
And I was standing there and going
"Dude if you created me and gave me the brains to doubt
your existence then I cant help it"
We then decide to ditch the Mangalore highway and take the
back route through Honnur. The Bisle ghat is an amazing
drive. Not so bad roads and scenic drive and loads and loads
of rain and Kishore Kumar singing one of failed love songs.
Made it a worth while trip.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
TOP BOWLERS
People would putup some for statistics and some
for the way they played their game. Damn it,
why is Manoj Prabhakar's name popping into
my head.
Anyways, I have not seen much of Dennis Lillee
so he is not going to be in my top bowler's
list. Similar many of great bowlers of yesteryears
may miss out for similar reason. Infact when I
saw Imran Khan he used to get thrashed by
Kris Srikanth. Imran was past his prime I guess.
Well the first bowler I saw on TV was Chetan Sharma.
So it was as bad as it could get. Well unless
you want to consider Mohanty (but man could he
swing the ball sometimes).
I started watching cricket on TV from say 1985.
Also I may tend to be a bit partial to pace
bowlers.
Ok, let me start.
Wasim Akram, the greatest bowler I have seen.
The finals in 92. The ease with which he could
pick Tendulkar, his yorkers. A more complete
bowler than the next man in my list.
Waqar, wow, if only his back had remained ok.
His runup was a sight to behold. His
inswingers and the yorkers.
(Shoaibs runup is better, but his action ruins the entire show)
Ian Bishop, this is controversial but before he got
injured he was quick and I tried his bowling action
for a long long time.
Shane Warne, control, variety and reviver of
a lost art.
Fannie de villers, a very very smart bowler
Allan Donald, a beautiful jump and nice action
and pace
Richard Hadlee, didnt see much. But the flow.
Ambrose, almost a complete right hand fast bowler.
Tall, high action, could move the ball both ways.
Kapil, he did a lot for my team. And he could
pick Haynes so easily.
Glen Mcgrath, I hate him, he is tall and well
build and pitches the ball at the right spot
and moves it a bit. Whats the big deal.
But I would not mind him playing for my team
the others would be
Shaun Pollock, Malcolm Marshall (saw very less of him),
Walsh, Aaqib Javed.
Will update this entry. Its getting late and need to
hit the bed
People would putup some for statistics and some
for the way they played their game. Damn it,
why is Manoj Prabhakar's name popping into
my head.
Anyways, I have not seen much of Dennis Lillee
so he is not going to be in my top bowler's
list. Similar many of great bowlers of yesteryears
may miss out for similar reason. Infact when I
saw Imran Khan he used to get thrashed by
Kris Srikanth. Imran was past his prime I guess.
Well the first bowler I saw on TV was Chetan Sharma.
So it was as bad as it could get. Well unless
you want to consider Mohanty (but man could he
swing the ball sometimes).
I started watching cricket on TV from say 1985.
Also I may tend to be a bit partial to pace
bowlers.
Ok, let me start.
Wasim Akram, the greatest bowler I have seen.
The finals in 92. The ease with which he could
pick Tendulkar, his yorkers. A more complete
bowler than the next man in my list.
Waqar, wow, if only his back had remained ok.
His runup was a sight to behold. His
inswingers and the yorkers.
(Shoaibs runup is better, but his action ruins the entire show)
Ian Bishop, this is controversial but before he got
injured he was quick and I tried his bowling action
for a long long time.
Shane Warne, control, variety and reviver of
a lost art.
Fannie de villers, a very very smart bowler
Allan Donald, a beautiful jump and nice action
and pace
Richard Hadlee, didnt see much. But the flow.
Ambrose, almost a complete right hand fast bowler.
Tall, high action, could move the ball both ways.
Kapil, he did a lot for my team. And he could
pick Haynes so easily.
Glen Mcgrath, I hate him, he is tall and well
build and pitches the ball at the right spot
and moves it a bit. Whats the big deal.
But I would not mind him playing for my team
the others would be
Shaun Pollock, Malcolm Marshall (saw very less of him),
Walsh, Aaqib Javed.
Will update this entry. Its getting late and need to
hit the bed
Friday, August 25, 2006
HOPE
On the dinner table one of my friends raised what appeared a simple enough question.
Pragmatism or optimism or Pessimism?
I think it was Churchill who said there is no other way to live other than being an optimist. I am going to start off of ruling out pessimism. It does not seem to make sense to me.
Between being a pragmatic or a optimist.
I guess it depends on the circumstances and individual to a certain extent. Will I clock sub 10 sec in 100mt sprint. Ofcourse no (unless I get the same trainer as Gatlin). But will I end up being a billionaire someday. Ofcourse yes.
I also think success and failure has to become personal or as the gyan givers would like to say "internalise". That is when you will care to succeed and hate to fail.
On the dinner table one of my friends raised what appeared a simple enough question.
Pragmatism or optimism or Pessimism?
I think it was Churchill who said there is no other way to live other than being an optimist. I am going to start off of ruling out pessimism. It does not seem to make sense to me.
Between being a pragmatic or a optimist.
I guess it depends on the circumstances and individual to a certain extent. Will I clock sub 10 sec in 100mt sprint. Ofcourse no (unless I get the same trainer as Gatlin). But will I end up being a billionaire someday. Ofcourse yes.
I also think success and failure has to become personal or as the gyan givers would like to say "internalise". That is when you will care to succeed and hate to fail.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
EXHAUSTED MINDS
Hoping to fixup my oflate screwed up office hours.
Hoping to cut down on my travel time.
Hoping to have a smooth drive and not to run into
erratic bus and rick drivers.
Hoping to reach office fresh and start the week afresh.
Hoping to have a nice weekend ahead with all the deadlines
met during the weekdays.
I guess this is how Bangaloreans start their Monday mornings.
On Aug 21 I did the same and reached High grounds heading towards
Cubbon road. But Mr Abdul Kalam decides to visit Bangalore
and head out on the Bangalore roads on a Monday morning at
the peak traffic hour. I can understand if one of those
half wit politicians who dont give a damn about the ordinary
souls does it. As we have learnt to live with the fact that
the politicians are the present day brown skinned rulers.
But here is a man whom we want to respect and he disappointed
me. There was no announcement prior to his visit. When
I was stuck in traffic I could hear fm channels telling
people to avoid the same road I was stuck on.
I cant see why politicians lives are more precious than mine.
And I cant accept how they always have to travel at the wrong times.
I remember Mr Deve Gowdas visits to Blr when he was the Prime Minister
and the whole city would come to a stand still. I dont think
what ever he does is that important that the whole city has
to suffer. Please do your inaguarations between 10pm and 6am
and deliver your rhetorics on media and they will
ensure it reaches the masses. Else bloody well
fix the infrastructure. I know I am asking for too much
but HOPE is a good thing.
Hoping to fixup my oflate screwed up office hours.
Hoping to cut down on my travel time.
Hoping to have a smooth drive and not to run into
erratic bus and rick drivers.
Hoping to reach office fresh and start the week afresh.
Hoping to have a nice weekend ahead with all the deadlines
met during the weekdays.
I guess this is how Bangaloreans start their Monday mornings.
On Aug 21 I did the same and reached High grounds heading towards
Cubbon road. But Mr Abdul Kalam decides to visit Bangalore
and head out on the Bangalore roads on a Monday morning at
the peak traffic hour. I can understand if one of those
half wit politicians who dont give a damn about the ordinary
souls does it. As we have learnt to live with the fact that
the politicians are the present day brown skinned rulers.
But here is a man whom we want to respect and he disappointed
me. There was no announcement prior to his visit. When
I was stuck in traffic I could hear fm channels telling
people to avoid the same road I was stuck on.
I cant see why politicians lives are more precious than mine.
And I cant accept how they always have to travel at the wrong times.
I remember Mr Deve Gowdas visits to Blr when he was the Prime Minister
and the whole city would come to a stand still. I dont think
what ever he does is that important that the whole city has
to suffer. Please do your inaguarations between 10pm and 6am
and deliver your rhetorics on media and they will
ensure it reaches the masses. Else bloody well
fix the infrastructure. I know I am asking for too much
but HOPE is a good thing.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Languages
These languages have rich history and a lot more to it than what I am saying. But these are my experiences and views.
My mother tongue is Telugu. I speak a dialect which is so mixed with Kannada words that when I try to talk in Telugu with the hardcores they ridicule me. The language sounds sweet when
spoken properly. People in TamilNadu speak another variation which again sounds hilarious.
I have noticed that people from Andhra have this habit of mixing English words inappropriately.
Fooddu chesava?.
I grew up in Karnataka, learnt Kannada as my first language. Probably the language that I am most comfortable as I can understand most of the different ways of speaking Kannada. I can also understand poems, lyrics and movie dialogues. Again a sweet language. But the state
of this language is not healthy. I am sure the experts can dwelve into the details but I would be happy with a good Kannada movie industry to start with and quality of lyrics as good as the oldies.
I grew up in a town called KGF. KGF is a Tamil speaking region inside Karnataka. People who grow up in KGF will inevitable end up liking the spirit of being a Tamilian. I cant read,
can't write Tamil and can't understand even a bit of the Tamil news on TV. But we grew up essentially as Tams. Amongst all the communities in KGF the Tams had the best capacity to enjoy life. BTW It has a huge repository of cuss words.
Ofcourse I know English. Studied in a Convent, grew up in a town with colonial hangover. Our dhohi could speak better English than us. The language which I use the most but will never be able to master it.
With a lot of reluctance, Hindi. My third language at school. Managed to just about clear it. Endless hours of tele serials and movies have certainly helped. If Ramayan and Mahabharat had not happened then South India would have been much worse than it is. Hindi certainly helped me during my stay in Pune.
Sanskrit, I know a few Shlokas. I dont know what they mean. But I can recognize if it Sanskrit or not.
Then Urdu, especially the Urdu the Muslims speak in Karnataka. Urdu is very graceful. But the Urdu spoken in Karantaka can be sometimes very hilarious.
Marathi, I know enough to say I dont know Marathi. "fucktha" means "only". So guess what "ladies only" reads in Marathi.
These languages have rich history and a lot more to it than what I am saying. But these are my experiences and views.
My mother tongue is Telugu. I speak a dialect which is so mixed with Kannada words that when I try to talk in Telugu with the hardcores they ridicule me. The language sounds sweet when
spoken properly. People in TamilNadu speak another variation which again sounds hilarious.
I have noticed that people from Andhra have this habit of mixing English words inappropriately.
Fooddu chesava?.
I grew up in Karnataka, learnt Kannada as my first language. Probably the language that I am most comfortable as I can understand most of the different ways of speaking Kannada. I can also understand poems, lyrics and movie dialogues. Again a sweet language. But the state
of this language is not healthy. I am sure the experts can dwelve into the details but I would be happy with a good Kannada movie industry to start with and quality of lyrics as good as the oldies.
I grew up in a town called KGF. KGF is a Tamil speaking region inside Karnataka. People who grow up in KGF will inevitable end up liking the spirit of being a Tamilian. I cant read,
can't write Tamil and can't understand even a bit of the Tamil news on TV. But we grew up essentially as Tams. Amongst all the communities in KGF the Tams had the best capacity to enjoy life. BTW It has a huge repository of cuss words.
Ofcourse I know English. Studied in a Convent, grew up in a town with colonial hangover. Our dhohi could speak better English than us. The language which I use the most but will never be able to master it.
With a lot of reluctance, Hindi. My third language at school. Managed to just about clear it. Endless hours of tele serials and movies have certainly helped. If Ramayan and Mahabharat had not happened then South India would have been much worse than it is. Hindi certainly helped me during my stay in Pune.
Sanskrit, I know a few Shlokas. I dont know what they mean. But I can recognize if it Sanskrit or not.
Then Urdu, especially the Urdu the Muslims speak in Karnataka. Urdu is very graceful. But the Urdu spoken in Karantaka can be sometimes very hilarious.
Marathi, I know enough to say I dont know Marathi. "fucktha" means "only". So guess what "ladies only" reads in Marathi.
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