Day #10: Black and Orange

Kiwis in desperate form; The Associate Cup Final#3 fizzled out (Zim & Ire served a cracker and Ken swamped Can). Davison and Doeschate did create their own parties. Can't wait until the big ones start...

Tonight is the night of reckoning for India and Sri Lanka. One wag was quipping, "It depends on who wants the money more? Sri Lanka or Bangladesh!" The guy was sure that India will flex its economic muscle to get into the next stage.

There was another thought:
If India gets out of the cup at this stage itself, then both BCCI and PCB will quickly, quickly (you have to read those two 'quicklies' quickly :-) organize a 5-match series between India and Pakistan - only to draw all the advertisers away from the World Cup to India. Very Interesting!!!

If you think that we are rich and don't have much to do but to dabble in betting, then read this.

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...
(Just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Pure quizzing!)

Answer to yesterday's question: Citric Acid (Orange) & Malic Acid (Apple) - Both of them cause the sourness in the respective fruits albeit at varying degrees.

Looks like that was a tough one... Only two cracked it. Guru and Anand Re. There was one half-right - Citric Acid from SivaSubra.

Today's question:

• JII, STAR, TADAWUL, BUX - What are these? Full explanations please.

Keep the answers rolling into the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performers.

Until the next one...

Day #9: So long, Inzy & So hot, Sanath

Definitely parity is being restored to the competition. Bangladesh looked flat and lost. Pakistan looked flat and won. One was probably over-celebrating and the other over-mourning. I don't want to go into the regular drivel about cricket being the great leveler and time being the great healer... Tell me something new.

Yes, I have something new [keep your brick-bats ready :-]

Received the following prediction from at least ten people in the last week or so. I am sure you would have seen this already.

Year 1981
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool crowned Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the Ashes
4. Pope Died

2 years later India won the world Cup!!!

Year 2005
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool crowned Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the Ashes
4. Pope Died

2 years later will India win the world Cup?????

In fact, somebody had included Italy winning the football world cup as well in this series of events. Some creative (desperate? foolishly-optimistic?) mind had indeed pulled these facts together and put them into correlation with respect to an Indian win this year. I am sure there are other such 'coincidences' that are floating around in the net which are predicting an Irish victory this year. Actually nothing new in all this.

My earlier sentence was to entice you to read on ;-)

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...

(Just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Pure quizzing!)

Answer to yesterday's question: DENY

(As I had mentioned, there could be many more. There were some interesting answers! If you deny my LBW appeal, I will kill you! I didn't do it, I didn't do it! so on.. Getting creative, eh? Nice ones...)

Looks like that was an easy one... Six people got it right: Muthiah, Guru, SivaSubra, Ganesh TCS, SVK and Anand Re for the right answer.

At this stage, on a rough glance, I see that Anand Re, Guru, Ganesh TCS are leading the pack in this trivia pursuit.

Today's question:

• If you mix a glass each of orange juice and apple juice which two organic acids will be mixed together?
  
  Keep the answers rolling into the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performer.

Until the next one...

P.S. Yesterday's numbers had to be slightly changed due to a clerical error on my part. Apologies for that.

Day #8: On Form

Look at that! Everybody guessed that SA will win by 151+. So much for the minnow upsets.

What really got suppressed in all the bad news about Bob Woolmer was the Freddie incident(s?).

Having undertaken such night-long binges a few times in life, I can fully understand what was going through Freddie's mind when he took that sea-scooter into the ocean early in the morning. The hotel staff must have mistaken his condition for inebriatedness (is there such a word?). In reality Flintoff was just going into the sea to fish. You see, after having lost the match against the no-flighters, he must have figured out that at this rate England can't defeat Kenya as well and an early flight-back + early retirement was probably looming large. So our man must have decided that the next best thing to hurling a red cherry down the pitch is to hurl the nets into the sea to harvest fish. Smart man, Freddie. Alas! such noble intentions remained just that.

For the records SA and NZL thrashed Scotland and Kenya respectively.

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...

(Just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Pure quizzing!)

Answer to yesterday's question: CREST

(Roman Hundred: C Others: REST; CREST; Ride to the top follows naturally)

There were a few CLIMBers. Better luck next time! Well done Guru and Anand Re for the right answer.

Today's question:

• For an old & easy one from the school days. Apparently there are only three words in English that end with the letters -eny. Larceny and Progeny are the two. Which is the third one?

[of course as one studied biology, Philogeny and Ontogeny also happened; but they don't qualify; Really try this without googling! The answer will be really fun.]

Keep the answers rolling into the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performer.Until the next one...

Day #7: An apology of world records

Firstly, apologies.

I had to restate the figures today due to an accounting error on Day 5. Yadavalli's losses were over-stated (5.00) and so were the profits of Niranjan, Pichu, Ramesh L and Sharath (1.25 each). We would like apportion partial blame on the El Nino effect and complete blame on the computer system which was wrongly designed & implemented by various vendors from India, Phillippines, China, Russia and all the other outsourcing destinations. We have also initiated discplinary actions against the directors involved and they have voluntarily accepted the offer to take a few hundred million bucks to retire in fame, shame and relative penury.

Now that is out of the way, there is not much to report on the world cup; except that the WI v Zimbabwe game was boring except for a few million Windies fans (boy! they know how to enjoy life!) and a couple of world records for would-be minnows India. For the statistically inclined, India scored the highest runs in a World Cup game and won by the highest margin in ODI history. Of course, the India game was boring for the whole world except for 15 Indians and a few Ozzies. No points for guessing who I am referring to.

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...

(Just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Pure quizzing!)

Answer to yesterday's question: It is the PUCK. The 'ball' that is used in ice-hockey.

Again, quite a few got this right: Subra, Krish, Ganesh TCS, Anand Re, Guru, But that was an easy one. People were even throwing reverse questions at me referring to Stanley Cup etc.. Well done guys.

Today's question:

For a change, crack this cross-word puzzle today.

• Roman Hundred and others; Ride to the top (5)

Keep the answers rolling into the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performer.

Until the next one...

P.S. The webdings apology at the beginning of this post can be checked out on word after cut-and-paste. If it sounds Enron-esque, then it is not the intention but only due to right corporate governance induction. If your Microsoftly-challenged, please contact your nearest MSFT support.

Bob Woolmer

A hard and high-pressure job has taken its toll again.

Over the last couple of weeks one has encountered more than the regular share of bad news.

First it was Denis Meyer, the ever-green personality of Singapore cricket. Then it was Venkat, a well-known gentleman from SIFAS, SDBBS, Hindu Centre and DB. And now this. All sudden heart attacks.

I remember reading about Bob Woolmer in his tour to India with MCC in 1977. Apparently he used to say, "I like bowling or batting; I can't be standing idle doing fielding!" But then wasn't he the man who re-defined fielding during his coaching stint with Warwickshire and South Africa? To paraphrase Mahatma Gandhi, Woolmer was the change that he wanted to see in the world.

Somewhere in all this, I think that there is a lesson for all of us. May be a silent minute today would help us understand that...

Day #6: MIN NO; Max Yes!

Things are settling down to a nicety. People are crunching numbers & indulging in all sorts of permuations and combinations on figuring out how India will get into the Super 8.

In Tamil there is a very nice proverb :

கண் கெட்ட பிறகு சூரிய நமஸ்காரம்!! (very loose equivalent to Bolting the barn doors after the horse has bolted!)

Not the least being the ideas about certain individuals from BCCI talking to people in Bangladesh Cricket and Sri Lanka Cricket to ensure that things go well for the New Blues.

Well anything is possible in cricket - or rather, in the cricketing world ;-)

As predicted both Australia and England have gotten through their minnow quota without much ado. (What ever happened to John Davison? Turning out to be that one-match wonder :-()

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...

(Just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Pure quizzing!)

Answer to yesterday's question: They are all types of clouds.

A very interesting quip from Peruri was that Nimbus is Harry Potter's broom, Stratus is the company that produces(d) fault tolerant computers, and Cumulus and Cirrus are some obscure Roman warriors :-) Of course, he knew the correct answer.

Quite a few got this right: Subra, Krish, Peruri, Ganesh TCS, Anand Re (he was teaching his daughter about clouds in Science I believe. See? You get your knowledge from all corners of life.) Good show.

Today's question:

• What is round, 1 inch thick, 3 inches diameter, made of vulcanized rubber and rhymes with probably, the most-used four-letter word? Now, Erase Lewd Thoughts!
  

Keep the answers rolling into the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performer.

Until the next one...

P.S. I was heartened to have received several SMSs yesterday saying that they were refreshing the blog many times to get the latest position and asking me why it was getting delayed and they started asking at 8:00 am! High Enthusiasm. High Expectations. Period.

Day #5: Ladega tho Jeetega! Nahin Ladega tho?

Does Pepsi have a back-up ad? Will be needed from next Saturday; even from coming Monday, the wag next to me quips...

Do Pakistan players have good home insurance?

Sorry for the delay in providing the details. Today's umpiring was good except that it was one of the hottest days to do the games in Singapore.

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...
(just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Just pure quizzing; Reply to regular email ID pls!)

Answer to yesterday's question: These physical units were named after them.

• Energy (Bangladesh and Ireland had them), Force (the force was definitely with them!) and Pressure (Ind and Pak felt it really bad!) Sorry, too distraught! Could not keep cricket out of this :-(
  

Congrats to Subra and Ganesh TCS for getting it right!

Today's question:

• What are these? Nimbus, Cumulus, Stratus, Cirrus...
  

Keep getting the answers rolling in to the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performer.

Until the next one...

Day #4: Gibbs - The Million Dollar Baby :-))

(Revised)

Johnny Walker definitely has to crawl today, after giving away million dollars for that one mad 30th over Gibbs onslaught. The thesaurus ran out of words of murder. Check this nice commentary effort by the Cricinfo guys.

Funny that the entire guessing world was split down the middle on the all-blacks win. And the interest was also pretty high! If only the kiwis had lost another wicket, a few people would have made some good numbers. But then, England could have won... Ifs and buts...

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...

(just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Just pure quizzing; Reply to regular email ID pls!)

Answer to yesterday's question: Batavia refers to Jakarta.

Only Anand Re got it right. Good Show!

Today's question:

• Apart from the fact that they were great scientists, what is common between Joule, Newton and Pascal?

Keep getting the answers rolling in to the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performer.

Until the next one...

Day #3: Ireland for World Cup, anyone???

Be Gor, they did it!

After missing some million chances, Ireland managed to tie everything ane everybody - I really mean EVERYBODY: their own players, the Zimbabwean players, those tearful lovelies in spaghetti tops, (by the way, I can't take them ladies crying; the landscape becomes ugly) Kevin Curran (who was the guy sitting to his left? Looked like he would join the lovelies any time - in crying I mean!) and not to mention bleary-eyed mua.

Of course, Bermuda lost the match by getting caught under their own weight. Literally, I say! Probably they are the heaviest side in the circuit led by the fantastic Leverock. He was under the cosh yesterday though! You don't get to wield it everyday, maan!

It was the 3rd tie in WC history and all ties have involved an African team; Zim joins twice-tied SA. Thanks to Holding for that useless trivia. By the way, did any one notice that Holding was studiously avoiding pronouncing the name MPOFU? And I hear that he had special coaching to pronounce Zimbabwe and Matsikinyeri :-) I have a vague suspicion that MPOFU is an acronym for some anaconda-long name!

Honouring the Irish, the Zbank has decided that there will be no winners for the Zim v Ire match. The losers' money will go into a kitty for the most consistent in the pool; by way of points. So from today, you will find the points tally in the consolidated statement.

Anand Re, Fernu, Polap, Laks, Siva* and Ramesh L - Special thanks for giving up your share of $2.86 each, from this match to the kitty.

Rajesh: Thanks for the idea.

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...

(just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Just pure quizzing; Reply to regular email ID pls!)

Answer to yesterday's question: PQRST refers to the heartbeat in an Electrocardiogram form.

Laks & Ganesh Kumar got it right. Didn't know that it stands for five different things until now. Check it out here.

Today's question:

• Which modern-day city had the ancient name of Batavia?

Keep getting the answers rolling in to the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performer.

Until the next one...

Day #2 - Ken also Can!

Well...

What did you expect?

• David Australia indeed slew Goliath Scotland
• Kenya canned Canada

Has anyone seen the fantastic Singlish movie called "Army Daze? It was supposed to be a take on the NS in Singapore . There was a delightful dialogue in that movie where one of the boys introduces himself succinctly to his room-mates: "I am Kenneth. Ken also Can!" Wicked! Of course, I am digressing as usual...

Still there was the odd romantic who thought that Canada will win...Cows can't fly yet, dear!

Managed to get the sheets attached to the post itself. Saves a few clicks for you guys...

Please remember to follow the requests!

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia...

(just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Just pure quizzing; Reply to regular email ID pls!)

Answer to yesterday's question: Portia of course. Malur, Krish, Rambo were the first three to revert with the correct answer. There is a portfolio management system called Portia that is being used by modern-day Shylocks aka banks!

Today's question:

• Which common human biological phenomenon is referred to as PQRST?

Keep getting the answers rolling in to the usual mailing address. Three prizes at the end of the world cup for the best performer (No, sorry! Can't publish the results for that everyday! I love opaqueness in this regard!)

Until the next one...

Of Margins, Ranges, PCXs...

A few requests:

1. Please send in all your entries by 8pm SGT to lnspatta@gmail.com
2. Please ensure that you give both the ranges, run-margin & wicket-margin
3. Please do not invent your own margins; stick to the published ranges shown below
4. If you are using Excel to track your guesses, when you cut-and-paste, please use Rich Text for pasting; the PCX format is painful from gmail.


Run Margin Ranges:

Between 1 to 50 runs (both inclusive)
Between 51 to 100 runs (both inclusive)
Between 101 to 150 runs (both inclusive)
Above 151 runs (151 and Infinity inclusive)

Wicket Margin Ranges:

By 1 to 3 wickets (both inclusive)
By 4 to 5 wickets (both inclusive)
By 6 to 8 wickets (both inclusive)
By 9 to 10 wickets (both inclusive)

Mode of first dismissal of the MATCH:

Bowled
Timed Out
Caught
Handled the ball
Hitting the ball twice
Hit Wicket
Leg Before Wicket
Obstructing the field
Run Out
Stumped
None of the above

Day #1: PAcKed with WInd

Okaaaay!

That was an overwhelming response from all and sundry - will let you to decide on who is the sundry in our illustrious list of competitors.
With the sort of an upset victory from Windies (54 runs margin), we are off to a very good start to the Cup.

As the old cliche goes, it was down to one shot to the boundary, that would have made the difference between winning and losing in our Pool!

Before you go and check your stuff...

Congratulations to Ramesh L for being the first winner of the SriG Pool 2007! And that is a hefty win. For the record, Ramesh said that the margin will be 66 runs and he did not even bother to give the wicket-margin!! Oh, by the way, he just won $110 :-)) Ramesh & all, Please see my instructions elsewhere!

There is some problem in uploading pictures into the blogger.
So I had to indulge in web calisthenics (and I can assure you that I have a bad back and neck now - so much for insufficient knowledge).
So, please check the latest standings at my Picasa Album

Have Fun!

Now for the Can-You-Do-It-Without-Googling Trivia... (just to show that there is life outside cricket, however small! No points; Just pure quizzing; Reply to regular email ID pls!)

* Who is the heroine of the Shakespearean play - The Merchant of Venice and what is the link between her and modern-day banking ?

Until the next one...

Offence from a thinker!

Ever since this blog happened, there has been a kind of pressure on me - to write more, as people were spending their valuable minutes on this g-f-page.

And on the family - to behave themselves lest they make it to the blog and thereafter they become more famous (infamous, perhaps?)

You have heard of the old adage "Offence is the best form of defence"; the family - or atleast the son - has taken after that in full earnest and has decided to start a blog of his own.

And I was sweetly impressed by what he had written at what he calls as Thoughts of an analyst and a thinker.

I see a nice family bloggy-battle developing.

Just before signing off...

When asked whether she would like to do comprehension exercises or composition exercises as part of revision for her examinations, the daughter asked, "Amma! Instead why don't you ask me, 'Aishu, do you want to be fried or toasted?'"

Yeah, yeah! They never told us that it will be easy!

Poor English b Ernest 0

I don't know whether my English is bad or something else...
Received this out-of-office message recently from somebody.

As Vadivelu loves to say

"கஷ்ஷ்ஷ்டம்!! முடியலே!!" (Very difficult!! Cannot Handle this!!)

My comments in red.

I am currently out of office and will be returned on Oct 11. (He is an open book that was borrowed from the library!) During this period, I will have no access to email. I will listen to voice mail twice per day. (His voice mail is just about popular as Gold 90 FM, perhaps) If you have something urgent, please contact my acting Peter xyz (who has acted in blockbusters such as "Drunken Prawns, Bollywood gyrations" etc) at 12345678 or my secretary Ms Wendy at 12345679 for arrangement (Don't even go there, now!).
Best regards,
Ernest

Twin Towers

No, this is not about WTC or the movie with the same name...

Met Anoop a couple of years back in Singapore and thereafter in Malaysia in July at an Umpiring course.
Did not realize that he had a very interesting twin background until one of the students asked him whether he is Anoop or the 'Jhudwa' Sudhir...

Read on to find out more about one man's -- oops, two men's extraordinary journey of life.

Dedicated to at least two other twins that I know of. Have fun, guys!

அவசரம்

இதை ஹைக்கூ என்று பிதற்றினால் அதற்கு இதுவரை யாம் குடித்த சிவப்பு ஒயினே காரணம் :-)

கோவிலுக்குப் போகணும்
வாஷ்பேசினில்
குங்குமச் சிதறல்...

Charity from Louis Vuitton

Recently, we have been bombarded on the media about how 'this charity' splurged money on its CEO and how a church 'accidently' paid more to the bishop etc.

More and more charities are getting under the lens now and there is a great clamour amongst the bean-counters to account for each and every cent of the public money - not only account for it - but also to check whether it is being spent prudently.

So, if you are a CEO and ensure that your charity runs well and gets in lots of donations, you still have to work for next-to-nothing or generously enough, you might be given vouchers for redeeming $2 chicken rice from some of the not-so-great Singapore hawker centres!

Well, the reason for this short (not so short, actually) blog is not to gripe about the charities and how they are run.

Paraphrasing Richard Nixon's comment on India being managed - "Thou shall not worry about managing the charities; you should be happy that they are being managed at all!"

Recently junior had to do his community service.

No, he did not litter;
neither did he spray paint on those new cars in the basement and
he does not know how to chew gum...

- you would think that to chew gum is the most natural thing to do...but then if you grow in Singapore, that is one thing that is not natural! As usual, I am digressing.

He was just doing the normal, mother-hood and apple-pie community service as mandated by his school. A very admirable mandate, I would say.

He had to go and stand in front of the MRT (tube, underground, subway, flying rail, public train - depending on which city you are residing now) and sell flags to the commuters for a few hours.
The flags are NOT your standard ones - these are small white circular stickers with the emblem of some organization or other printed on it. It could be Heart Foundation for the heartless or Involuntary Volunteer Centre or Kidney Association for alcoholics, or Green Cross for the long-suffering husbands or any one of those other legitimate associations/organizations. If you drop something inside the box, you get a sticker to wear on your shirt, so that the other ‘collectors’ know that you have been charitable already for the day :-)

Armed with

(a) shiny tin box sealed everywhere except for a small slot on the top for the coins and
(b) sheets of the 'flags'

the boys had to accost the commuters and ask for donations. As with any event they are encouraged to be competitive and whoever collects the most is obviously rewarded with large french fries at the end of the ordeal. You get the drift, I suppose.

On the day of reckoning junior was collecting donations for a Heart foundation which wanted to make cardiac surgery affordable for the needy. Very noble cause and much closer to the heart (no pun intended) of junior. You see, he was fresh from his sojourn to India where he saw his granddad go through a triple bye-pass.

Next time you are waiting for your girl-friend (or boy friend, to be politically correct) outside the MRT, do some people-watching. When they see our boys-with-the-boxes, their reactions are varied and interesting…

There are the mobile ones, who keep their ears glued to the latest Motorola Razr V3(there is the placement for this blog!) and their eyes glued to the distant horizon (can’t be further than the bald head of the person in front), but studiously avoiding the b-with-the-b.

There are the proud ones, who faithfully drop a coin at the first point of skirmish; take a sticker, one for each of the accompanying family member and stick it very close to the chest and walk with their head held high – ‘I have done my bit of charity for the day’…

The list does not end.

Junior apparently faced all these and a few others during his first half hour outside Queenstown MRT station. He was hitting them with hard facts such as

‘Sir, heart attacks are the second most common reason for deaths in Singapore. So please help the heart foundation.’ (or) ‘Madam, do you know that a heart bye-pass surgery costs more than $25,000 in Singapore? Please help the needy.’

Apparently, he was doing well and was very gung-ho about the
exercise and was looking forward to his French fries at the end of the day.

Then there was this lady threading through the crowds.

When she reached junior, he started his usual sales pitch: ‘Madam, heart surgeries cost more than $25000 in…’ She raised her hand indicating him to stop. Our man was resigning to yet another rejection and was about to catch another fish, when he noticed her opening her shoulder bag which had LV written all over it; and not only that, he also saw many ‘heart foundation’ stickers in the inside!!! It was as if she was collecting those stickers :-o) Obviously, she has been stopping at each box and donating something or other.

With a big smile on her face, she took out a $10 note and dropped it into the box. Now his jaw dropped! It was no secret that he got his French fries that evening.

Later that night, he drew some very interesting conclusions about the whole thing:

- it pays to throw some valid facts at people to get favourable responses
- it pays to be prepared
- it pays to be enthusiastic
- never say ‘it is over’ until the purse closes
- in spite of NKF and other noises, Singaporeans are still willing to part with their money
- French fries are the best incentives for an early teen!

Hairy Do

From a two-bit umpire: Here is my take on what M/s DH and BD did not do?

By the way, why are all the reports leaving the other player of the show, Billy? (I am following the crowd here by not giving Billy's mugshot for your perusal!)

Inzi is right. The whole situation is about the ball-tampering allegation.

This is what probably what transpired during those ill-fated moments prior-to, during and after the ball change...

As soon as HD sees that the ball has got a different characteristic than what it is supposed to have acquired over the ~55 over bashing, goes to dear Billy and tells him:
'Mate, there seems to be some problem with the quarter seam. I am not happy. It could be the greenies who did it. Did you see anything?'

PB (as in poor Billy): No maan. I ain't see nothin'. Did you any anythin'?

HD (as in Hairy Do): Ok mate. That means the greenies have done it. Let us change the ball and slap them with a fiver.

PB (as in poorer Billy): But you know maan...do we...

HD (as in Hairy-er Do): No mate. We shall slap them with a fiver and change the ball. I know the laws. Tow along, else might have to no-ball you

PB (wishing already he had declined this assignment quoting Dhoni-sixeritis): ... just mumbles along...

HD - whips out the yellow walkie-talkie calls up TJ (umpire water-boy) and asks him to rush to the field with the balls - i mean the red ones of varying wear and tear including a new ball, with which they play cricket.

KP and PC do oblige - with bemused smile though - and choose the one which can reverse the least... Oh those angels!

HD - Completes his daily quota of exercise, by tapping his left shoulder with very little flourish. (I almost thought that England - especially KP - was being penalized for having thumped the ball all over the concrete)

And the rest as they say, is history (sic)

What could have been done?

As soon as the problem was noticed, HD could have gone to Inzi and told him that he is not happy with the ball's condition and therefore, he is going to change the ball.

If he still wanted to be his officious self, HD could even have asked Inzi whether any of the Pakistan players had anything to do with that. Inzi would have bristled with indignation and might have tempted to call HD all sorts of names and would have restrained himself with great effort to not do that on the field... Having ascertained that his whipping boys did not do 'anything' to the ball, HD could have gone ahead to change the ball - one with a comparable wear and tear, which he was aware of - he had inspected it hardly 16 minutes ago when Cook had copped it.

Inzi could have howled till aloos grew roots about the change of the ball - but the umps were within their rights to do the same. But at least he was not called a cheat directly. Even if assuming that one of the players had tampered, this ball-change would have been a dampener (well almost rhymed it there!).

At least, Pakistan would not have had the ignominy of being called the 'cheats' and they could have added this incident to their long list of grouses against HD and gone on to win the match!

Well probably there was something wrong that HD ate during the lunch on that day and something worse that Inzi and Co. ate during tea!

Blame it on the inadequate culinary skills of the English :-)

For a reasonably middle-of-the-road Pom-in-Ozzie-land view, read Peter Roebuck's column on this fiasco.

தமிழ்

அன்புள்ளோரே,
விரைவில் எதிர்பாருங்கள்
தமிழில்...
ஸ்ரீபீஸ்

Kiss Me! Kill Me!! - Part II

For further hilarity on kisses, read this news-piece.

And the phrase 'Kissing in Public places' reminds me of this risque yet delightful scene from the Tamil movie "Pancha Thanthiram". One of Kamal's many female friends lands up in his wedding in an inebriated condition and starts demanding a final kiss from him for old times sake! When our man reels in mock horror with a question - "Kiss you? In a public place?", she retorts with typical Crazy Mohan timing "Who says public place? Only on my lips!"

By the way, the number of hits on this blog has crossed the century mark sometime last week! I thank all those ten people who made it happen :-) The rest of hits are mine ;-))

Have a nice weekend!

Kiss Me! Kill Me!! - Part I

Recently K narrated a hilarious incident that happened at his workplace. Now don't worry about K. He is one hell of a crazy, versatile man - anything goes from auto-driving in Chennai (there the craziness is explained) to almost making it to IAS (more crazy!) playing key-board (to generate what he calls as music, that is!) to pound key-board (to resolve system issues, he claims :). Well you get the drift...

Ting Tong: This part of the blog was sponsored by K; Want to be crazy? Be like K. Want to be versatile? Be like K. Ting Tong

It was one humid day on the equator. All air-conditioners blasting away to glory trying hard to keep the residents of the office cool, barely succeeding. Imagine a typical multi-national financial institution building. Don't cringe. More to come. Let the mind wander to that great place called 'meeting room'. A few chairs, a very expensive wood-topped/panelled table - Seinfeldish question: Why do they spend so much on a meeting room table when the per-capita usage of the same is probably one-tenth of the individual's table, which is usually the drab, pastel coloured, regular issue? Not at all inspiring!!! But then I am digressing...

Here K meets his European colleague face to face for the first time. After exchanging pleasantries about World Cup Football (about which K knows nothing - he is a Sachin fan, you see!) etc. they indulge in some IM (sorry can't expand that one!) on the project problems at hand.
Half way into the meeting, the European - let us call him Mr E for short - gets a call on his mobile phone. As my son used to write in his primary school essays, he 'fished' out his Nokia from his pocket and started communicating with the party on the other side with great fervour/passion/animation etc. - all the emotions that we do not usually associate with Mr E and his country-men.

K was busy trying to block his mind from what Mr E was saying - but he need not have tried. The entire conversation was in one of the continental European gibberishes (is there such a word?). For a man who had grown on speaking Royapuram Tamil, pidgin Telugu, worse Hindi and Peter English, what does it matter? It could be German, Greek, Latin, French... Who cares?

Presently, after what seemed like an eternity, Mr E ended the conversation with a series of lip-smacks aka kisses :)(: on the Nokia.

K was aghast. He can't understand the gibberish. But he can definitely understand kisses. He grew in an atmosphere which revelled in kisses. We in Tamil Nadu almost-banned movies for having explicit kissing scenes (remember 'Mael Naatu Marumagal' anyone?); to this day, heroines give very few head-aches to the producers on the scanty costume front - a couple of kerchiefs are enough! - but kissing? NO WAY! You have to show the flowers and trees and bushes for that !!! But songs are OK... Remember this 2002 classic from "Dhool" - where the hero and the lady-love figure out which is better, an English kiss or a French kiss ? (frankly, what is the difference?)

As an aside, I can understand the heroines' plight; one of the yester-year heartthrobs said this when asked why she would not do kissing scenes with a particular hero: "But he reeks of masala from a mile! How can I then do a passionate scene with him, unless I start to imagine kissing a goat or a chicken?" She had guts!!

Coming back to K's plight. While K understood kisses, he could not grasp the context. His mind worked overtime and came to the great conclusion. He linked the entire 'kissing conclusion' to Mr E's culture. His thought processes ran something like...

"In Mr E's culture, you have to end conversations with a couple of kisses; I have to remember to do this whenever I am talking to any of his country men and...women of course! This evening, I have a conference call and I shall exhibit my new knowledge with gusto!"

With this 'Aha', he turned to face Mr E wearing a knowing smile. Mr E was a bit red in his face, partly because of the spicy food that he had for lunch (Courtesy: K) and mainly because he just had had a reasonably-romantic call with his girlfriend. He was probably contemplating what gift he can buy for his girlfriend when he saw K's smile and he had to blurt out..."Sorry for the interruption! It was my girlfriend. You know how it goes? ! K! Why do you look so relieved? What happened? Do you need some water?..."

Nowadays K runs out of any room when somebody receives a call on the mobile. Reportedly, he asks for his son's permission before he kisses him!

Unity in Diversity - 2005 version!

Late last year, I went on this nice pilgrimage tour covering Allahabad, Ayodhya, Varanasi, Gaya et al. The tour was a great lesson on management - more about it later.

Not just in Ayodhya, in all those cities one went to, I was able to discern that historically, people from both the religions - Hindus and Muslims have been living together in close quarters with a reasonable degree of harmony.

But then where did we lose the plot? I am neither a politician nor a historian nor a philosopher to know the answer to that.

But one important vignette keeps coming back to me even today. Unfortunately, you have to take my word for it as I could not take the photograph since you are not allowed to take any cameras anywhere near the complex.

Not sure whether things have changed since last October in Ayodhya. When you reach the Ram temple / Babri Masjid complex, you have got to walk for more than a kilometre to reach the actual excavation site.
And it is not a stroll in the park.

There are at least five places where you are searched for anything from a comb to blade to scissors to whatever you can think of. A co-tourist from our group made the mistake of bringing in his cash and some other valuables along with himself in one of those yellow cloth bags ('Manjal Pai'). The security had a field day. They told him to leave the entire stuff with the security and then collect the same at the time of departure. Mind you, this was after ploughing through the crowds for about fifteen minutes. He did not have the heart to go back, lest he would invite the Lord's wrath. So our man took the bold step of leaving it all at the security post in a box which was kept in the open. Poor man! He did get it all back after an hour of agony during which time he had to brave the hot sun, metal cages, crowds and the disappointment of the actual sanctum sanctorum - Lord Rama amidst all those ASI excavated mounds looking lost and worried and probably thinking, "What is all this hulla-bullo about?"

After all this, when we you come out, you will be hit by those commercial enterprises aka shops, which sell all and sundry - of course relating to Lord Rama!

One such shop was selling the posters of the various Hindu Gods' images. Colourful Rama, Playful Ganesh, Naughty Krishna, Meditating Shiva, Serving Sania...

Wait a second! Did I say, "Serving Sania"? Rewind!!! Yes, indeed... There it was! Right next to a beautiful Krishna poster, Sania Mirza in her tennis outfit [no slogans on her tee-shirt :-)] was serving to that imaginary opponent in a multi-colour poster.

Sania? 100m from the Ram Janma Bhoomi Complex!

Probably they started selling her posters after the comments on her dress code were made ;-)

Probably that is India for you! Unity in Diversity!!!
Aaargghhhh... How much more corny can I get?

Rajiv Gandhi, Vehicles and I - Part 2

I do not know whether you have learnt to drive a car in India.

It is an experience in itself.

Firstly, you approach a driving school and ask them for lessons.

Indians are kings of packages. For everything there is a package. More about that some other time.

The driving school package consists of the following:

• Allowing you into the driving school premises
• Giving you approximately ten hours of on-road practice
• Test fees etc.
• Ensuring the relevant paper-work gets completed at the RTO (Regional Transport Office) and the test goes on smoothly
  

In the last point, both 'Ensuring' and 'smoothly' are euphemisms which every Indian understands; if no, then please watch the Tamil movie 'Indian' :-))

About five years ago, I was in India on a slightly longish vacation. Since driving cars was not one of my core skills, I had decided to acquire the same. Now, if I was really serious about it, I would have gone about learning to drive a car in Singapore itself - where it costs about $3000 and anything between 3-6 months to achieve the same. [I have heard of people hosting parties after they get a driving licence; I can understand that!]

Well, I was more interested in the shortcuts and decided to give it a go in Chennai at a fraction of the cost of doing it in Singapore.

Onward march!

Step 1: Approach the driving school. Tick.
Step 2: Learn to drive. Half-Tick.
(I was learning to drive on the ubiquitous Maruti 800; whenever there was a turn or change of fictitious-lane, I used the indicators, much to the chagrin of my instructor; he kept chastising me saying that it will confuse other drivers if I use the indicator signals instead of hand signals!!!! I was having self-doubts on whether it was a right decision to have chosen to learn driving in India. But then hind-sight is 20/20)
Step 3: Go for testing.

Here my second tryst with Rajiv Gandhi unfolded. If you know what happens on a testing day, jump to the section titled BLISS below ;-)




The testing scene goes something like this...

• You reach the RTO in the morning of the designated day with a few butterflies in the stomach.
• Then you wait until noon or sometimes till the evening.
• Your driving school agent will be waiting with a bundle of applications belonging to various 'students' who are to undergo the test that day.
• The testing inspector will condescend to test the students according to his whim and fancy.

There will be several such officers and when they appear at the testing site, there will be a group of agents running after them to impress upon them to get their students tested first. Well, the testing site is nothing but a secluded street or a discarded ground. Don't even think of any traffic signs at the test site. If the normal roads do not have any proper signs, why should the test sites have them???

Eventually, four students and the tester will get into a car - provided by the driving school where you 'learnt' from. Typically, each student will be asked to drive for about 50m on a straight road. If you are unlucky, you might have to do a right turn or a left turn - only hand signals, no indicators, please. At the end of this charade, the tester will get down and utter some loud banalities such as 'None of the students know how to drive' or 'What did you teach them? To drive a bullock-cart, perhaps?', to the agent.

Immediately, the agent will go on the defensive and will assume a very suppliant role and try to suffix each word with a 'Sir'.

After about an hour of such agony, the agent will vanish into the cavernous RTO building and will not return until it is late in the evening.



He will then beckon each student and get us to take photograps, sign documents and at the end of it all, hand you a small credit-card sized laminated photo ID called driving licence!

BLISS!!

Everything went well until the start of the testing.

As soon as the tester saw me, he pulled the agent aside and whispered something into his ears. I looked down at myself and was convinced that I did not show any signs of being a Non-Resident Indian. Regular tee-shirt, regular trousers, bathroom slippers - probably that was a mistake; other students had shoes on! But then that must be fine, I was thinking.

The agent after a reasonably long discussion with the tester, came back diffidently and asked me what the problem was with my left eye. That is it! Am I going to be rejected because of a stupid physical deformity which has no bearing on my seeing ability?

I told the agent that there was nothing wrong with my eye and I could see as well as others although with the help of very mildly powered glasses. I decided that it will be better to talk to the main guy himself and approached the tester and asked him what the problem was. For a tall and well-built man, he was acting mildly, almost as if he was afraid of me. He requested me kindly to go and get a certificate from a registered medical practitioner (that is a doctor from the Government hospital, you see) saying that my eyes are good.

Now this is a bombshell! This is not the established process at the RTO! There is something wrong here. I spoke to the agent and even offered a generous tip to ensure smoothness of transaction. His eyes gleamed a bit and he went into another conference with the tester. I could snatch a few words like 'IT', 'Singapore' etc. I was reasonably confident that things could be handled now.

Presently the agent returned and he was not a happy man. The tester insists on the certificate !!!&(@*&#(

I had no choice but to rush out and spend another half-a-day to get the required certificate, only to be told that I could be tested only the next day.
Bad karma? Perhaps.

Next day, the tester scrutinized my certificate thoroughly and again looked at my face and eyes for a long time, before agreeing to test me reluctantly. And like how he tested?!!
Instead of the 50m course, I was made to drive almost a kilometre with various gear changes, right and left turns, reverses - almost everything except the three-point turn (Thank God! That would have killed me.)

When we returned to our starting point, the agent was a completely lost man. He was twisting with anxiety and asked me to give the details. When I told him about what happened, he was absolutely incredulous. He kept repeating, 'He is not like that at all!'.

To cut a long story short, I got the driver's licence in the evening, one day late and with the additional knowledge that I well and truly passed the test!

Later in the evening, when I was buttonholing the agent about the fact that he has to pay me some money, now that I really (!) passed the test and that the entire operation was nothing but smooth, he shared a piece of news which he had evidently gleaned from the RTO grapevine:

Apparently, the testing inspector assigned to me was the same guy, who in 1990/91 had 'tested' and 'approved' the driving licence of Sivarasan - the One-Eyed Jack.
Advantages (?) of having one bad eye!!!  
Bad karma? Indeed.

In the investigations that ensued after Rajiv's death, he had to go through hell of an inquiry and just escaped a conviction!

I understood the guy's problem. As soon as he saw me, all the ghosts (no pun intended) of the past would have danced in front of his two good eyes. Hence his request for the certificate, additional testing [so that nobody can blame him for dereliction of duty later] etc. CYA at its best!

I am not sure whether the grape-vine was true or not. But I did go through the experience.

P.S. Incidentally, I have not driven any car for any distance, however small since that day. All the trouble for nothing!!!

Rajiv Gandhi, Vehicles and I - Part 1

Read this article this morning.

After 15 years of the dastardly act, the LTTE has accepted the responsibility for assassinating Mr Rajiv Gandhi. It has also issued a public apology for the same and hoped to improve the ties between India and the LTTE. This comes hot on the heels of the EU ban of LTTE and the increased Sri Lankan Government's military action (and a purported military understanding between Indian and Sri Lankan governments).

But then, this blog is not to discuss who is right and who is wrong in this sad episode of South Asian history. In fact, as my son would like to ask, "Who started it first?" A typical answer could be a Nayagan-like "Enakku Theriyaleye!" ("I don't know!")
This post is more to narrate you the first of two comical situations that I had to face which were related to Rajiv Gandhi's assassination.

It was August 1991. I was just out of college and had joined this great multi-national software firm in Bangalore to develop software handling 'debits and credits' while until a few months ago, I was busy counting 'bits and bytes, electrons and neutrons' in the applied electronics course.

Well, Bangalore as you all know was great in those days. Very cool - literally and figuratively. I hear that it is chaotic nowadays - but then I have not been there for almost six years! Such is life!!!

We were lodging in a company accommodation in Jal Vayu Vihar - JVV (for those of you who are not familiar with Bangalore, JVV is one of the first set of apartment blocks which used to look like castles with their harsh unpolished granite outer walls, but great interiors). The place was about 5 km from MG Road and the only way to commute was by your two-wheeler.

I had a faithful TVS Champ (a 50-cc moped), which I used to call as Snoopy.

Snoopy was registered in Tamil Nadu - my home state. In India, if you move to a different state you have to re-register that vehicle and get a different number etc. But then this can be a hastle and you do not want to meddle with bureaucracy in any country - specifically in India. So I was running around in Bangalore on Snoopy with a Tamil Nadu registration number. Of course, if you get caught by the traffic policeman, he would take the obligatory 20-rupee note and let you drive away. [I believe that the numbers have changed but the process is still the same :-]

Fast-forward to action date....

On a Sunday, I was returning back to JVV in the late afternoon, after a hefty meal in one of the MG Road restaurants [Santrupti perhaps?].

Just as I was nearing JVV hoping to catch a nice little nap, a 'mama' (a traffic policeman affectionately called so in Tamil) appeared from nowhere and signalled me to stop.

As a true Indian, who has this great fear psychosis on seeing anything that borders on authority, I stopped immediately, almost whipping out my purse to lose a twenty.

It is worth repeating what transpired then...

TP (Traffic Policeman): Enu idhu TN (tamil nadu) registration-a? (What is this? Tamil Nadu Registration vehicle?)
Me: Avudhu. (yes)TP: Licence Idhiya? (Do you have a licence?)
Me: Illa-ri. Maney nalli idhey (No sir. It is at home.)

Here I have to digress: Guys don't even think that I could speak so much Kannada in two months; mine was as pidgin as it could get; I was the guy who went to a fruit seller and asked 'Baley Hennu' instead of 'Baley Hannu'; Incidentally Hennu means girl/woman in Kannada and I don't even want to know what the fruit-seller understood - he did give me a crazy look ;-)
TP: RC book?
Me: Same as above.
TP: Enu kalasa? (what is your job?)
Me: Citicorp Software
TP: City Corporation-a?

By now, my right hand had already reached the back-pocket of the trousers to extract the purse and the panacea - twenty rupee note. But then our man turned out to be a Holmes. He threw a real googly.

TP: Chashma thagade bidu (remove your glasses)
Me: huh? (I could not understand what he was trying to say)
TP: Chashma... Chashma (signed me to remove my glasses)
Me: (removed my glasses)... still could not understand what he was trying to drive at...

Now the TP looked at my face and eyes with great interest for about ten to fifteen seconds and asked me to get down from my vehicle. I was still confused. Got down from the vehicle and pulled it to the side of the road.

I was trying my pidgin Kannada to ascertain what was running through his mind and he kept repeating: "Neevu Inspector meet maada beku..." (You have to meet the inspector)

Murkier and murkier.

You don't go about talking to traffic inspector for having an other-state registration, do you?

Then the officious looking traffic inspector (TI) materialized after about 15 minutes.
He walked up to me and repeated the same questions above in pidgin English... thank God for such small mercies!

After another round of facial inspection (I wish I had shaved that morning :)), he threw another googly at me:

TI: Is your mother tongue Tamil?
Me: Duh! Yes.
TI: Have you been to Sri Lanka before?
Me: Huh? Never.

It was when it struck me.
You see, I have a problem.

I was born with congenital ptosis condition; for the medically uninitiated it is called the droopy eyelid syndrome. Now added to that there was a bit of 'lazy eye' situation - all on the left eye. It was corrected via plastic surgery sometime in 1982 but what God giveth, you can only alter that much. So, a casual onlooker will still wonder what is wrong with my left eye.

Round about that time in history, there was this guy Sivarasan, who was the master-mind behind the heinous act of Rajiv assassination. He was killed in an encounter in a Bangalorean suburb sometime right after the assasination. The guy was supposed to have had only one eye - and hence his sobriquet One Eyed Jack.

These poor TI and TP were probably doing their job much too zealously; they must have thought that Sivarasan had actually escaped the encounter and now they have caught him again; promotions and rewards must have danced in front of their eyes when they saw me !

Immediately, I went on a big defence of telling the inspector of how I am an important computer (sic) professional with an important company - handing in my business card to him.

He looked at it once and then his manner mellowed down a bit; what is it with the business cards? They don't even have your photograph!!

I laid it thick by asking him to send his subordinate with me to JVV and check the documents. This brightened him a bit and he ordered the TP to go with me and check the documents. The TP climbed on to Snoopy reluctantly - he was seeing the promotion and awards slipping and probably he was going to be richer by the twenty at best!

After a few metres of travelling, the TI yelled at us and asked us to stop. He called us back and told the TP something in Kasturi Kannada which went way above my head. He then nodded at me and asked me to go; but only after sternly warning me not to travel without my documents thereafter!

The last leg of that journey to JVV was the shortest and fastest that I had ever done. Needless to say, the copies of documents were with me always ever since. I think that was the only time that I escaped the brush with the police, without any associated lightening of the purse :-)

Elementary My Dear, After all it is life!!

For sometime now, I have been wondering about the senior citizens and their insatiable drive to do things.
I would like to narrate at least three examples of 'Perisu' doing things which only made me envious of them.

There is Mr Subra - the youngest old-man of Singapore cricket. Here is a guy who has been involved in cricket since independence - Indian Independence that is - been playing, umpiring, scoring, administering, scolding, admonishing, praising, fighting, clowning with cricket for all these years. Of course, he is a retired teacher and that could be seen in all his correspondence... pedagogy at its best.
Until recently, for years together he had been running the Singapore Cricket Association's (SCA) website (http://www.cricket.org.sg) and ensured that it was up-to-date in all aspects. As if it was not enough, he was the administrative manager of the SCA before he decided to take it easy at the ripe-young age of 76!
Oh, by the way, the old ticker inside has not been behaving well for the past few years, but who cares?
But it does not stop there... Recently has taken to that crazy 9x9 game Su-Do-Ku (http://www.sudoku.com/). He probably became so good that he qualified for the nation-wide age-group finals crunching those numbers.

Then there is my friend's mom.
The lion-hearted lady in her late sixties, has taken to adding credits on her spiritual side of the life-ledger and for that she found the best way was to learn Sanskrit and recite the Vedas/Gita/other Hindu scriptures in the divine language; not just chanting - but to understand what she is chanting.

A small digression here: I have found the teachers of Hindu scriptures to be uniformly of one type nowadays. They insist on you to learn the chanting of the various works. If you chant properly, the aural vibrations will do good to you and your surroundings and your family and the world etc etc.. But having been brought up to question everything's logic, the immediate reaction is - what is the meaning of this sentence or word? How does this praise the Lord? What are the lessons that I can learn by understanding the meaning of the scriptures? The questions are countless. Answers not forthcoming. Not to much avail.
THOU SHALL LEARN TO RECITE FIRST; THOU SHALL NOT NOT ASK QUESTIONS.

Coming back to the story, what does she do?

She goes and learns Sanskrit.

With a great devotion (to the Almighty and to learn the language), she is said to have mastered the language now and is able to converse fluently with her friends and teachers - much to the chagrin of my friend who has to either speak to her in Tamil or in Hindi (yuck!) or in English (yuckier!!)

Of course, there is the small matter of her suffering from this eye condition called Retinitis Pigmentosa (Affecting night and peripheral vision; 'Maalai Kann' in Tamil) for many years now. And recently, the doctors have certified her as 'legally blind' meaning that she can get assistance due to her handicap - don't want to go there further. But you get the drift, I suppose.

Next is my father-in-law. (I know that I will get a lot of points at home for this particular section - no inner motives for putting this here!)
After retiring from civil service in India, he also took to the spiritual side and has been involved so heavily in the related activities that he is busier than he used to be when he was in service! Of course, old age brings its own share of ailments... but he told the doctor, "Don't worry, Doctor. I will be alright. I know how to get things under control!" While a majority of us are looking at the doctor for succor for anything and everything, here is this guy comforting the doc who was a bit blue after seeing his patient's (?) sugar readings.
Foolhardy? Perhaps. Positive Attitude? Definitely.

The list is definitely endless.

Senior citizens are perennially worried about a few things:

• Health [BP, sugar, heart, loss of memory, medicines - oh! they are the best... medicines have replaced food for break fast, lunch and dinner; my dad cleans up 25 a day and mum about 15!
• Money [when they need not !]
• TV serials and their characters [Sorgam and Nimmathi on Sun TV are the best!!!] I can understand your sympathy here :-))
  

For every such senior citizen out there, there is at least one, if not more, who decide that enough is enough!

Let me go and grab what I have missed all along. I have to live this life for myself!


Be it the missed temple, the odd concert, the trashy movie, long-lost friends, help-the-needy, the hidden book, the exciting Dhoni innings... they are there everywhere enjoying every bit of it!

I have a manager who has this great positive attitude about jobs - My dear! After all it is a job!

The true understanding of this axiom puts you in the unique position of running the job to the best of your ability and still enjoy it. The moment, the job becomes enjoyable, the entire battle is won!!! Mind you it is not half-the-battle, the ENTIRE BATTLE!

I have to say that the senior citizen sample above and all those millions who are not mentioned here possess that unique brand of positive attitude:

AFTER ALL IT IS LIFE!!!

Keep running guys! We are proud of you and will try to emulate you as best as we can when we reach that station!!!