Superman, Superman, whither art thou?

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Life & cricket was so complicated before that particular name cropped up in all our lives – Sachin Tendulkar. A child prodigy at 15, everybody had heard of him and contributed their two bits on whether he should make it to the West Indies tour in 1989 not really caring how he would fare in future. Kapil Dev still ruled Indian cricket hearts and there was no place for anybody else. And then the Abdul Qadir over happened. Then the tour to New Zealand happened. England followed. By the time the Australia tour came up, the Mumbai tabloid ‘Mid day’ had already branded him ‘Ton’dulkar though India lost dismally and Merv Hughes became every Indian cricket lover’s bugbear (“too cocky, too flamboyant!”) But one truth was established by that time.

Superman was born!!

And from then on, it did not matter whether India won or not. Cricket became the ‘Sachin Tendulkar’ game (at least for me). Sachin Tendulkar came, saw and conquered. The promises of higher achievements made sure that there was always a heavy air of expectation whenever he walked onto the field donning his helmet and wielding a bat. Most times it was pulsating and what was magical was that one knew there were people in diverse parts of the country who fraternized in the same unifying emotion. It would be nigh impossible to imagine another mortal man who could do THAT to so many people at the same time and in the same way. He succeeded in single-handedly forcing so many people to hold their hearts when watching any match. Sachin Tendulkar did that & more with style, élan and a lot of dignity. I remember a test match in Mumbai against Australia. Sachin was not out overnight and when my cousin & I entered the stadium on the 4th day, there was only one player, one chant and only one mantra – Sachin. Even without actually talking to people, you could feel it in the very air of the stadium. The noise was deafening and even reticent people were willing to lose themselves and be part of the same infectious energy.

Harbinger of a billion hopes – he walked into the hearts of a billion Indians time and again with his exploits. Sachin had become so iconic that one tended to remember personal happenings in one’s life around Sachin Tendulkar moments. “When he hit Abdul Qadir for those 27 runs in one over, I was picnicking with friends in Alibag”. “My neighbour had that accident two days after the India Pakistan World Cup match where Sachin square cut Shoaib for a six…I think it was March 1, 2003.” Bingo!!

Maybe he does not fight 10 people at a time and win the heroine. Maybe he cannot mouth those Rajini dialogues. But just give him a bat and a helmet and have him walk out in a packed stadium and try denying the passion that he arouses in a billion hearts.

There are still some of us who wish that maybe if Indian cricket had not got its current match savers, we could still have had Sachin in his purest avatar – a mortal trying to snatch at glory, a neophyte warrior involved in a gladiatorial contest, a real life superhero making impossible targets seem real. We all have been part of this journey from prodigy to superstar to icon and these memories will always be part of Life so long as we live. Maybe he is not as exciting as earlier; maybe he is not dominating as earlier, maybe with age and injury he has lost a bit of his touch. But for all those sensational moments through his teens and twenties, for making an entire generation look beyond Bachchan, for making middleclass values look ultra-cool, Sachin Tendulkar – take a bow.

After all even superheroes are allowed to fail at times, even demigods are frail and all idols are mortal too…but Sachin Tendulkar? Naah…no way!

Garbled ramblings

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As it happens sometimes, someone starts a debate unwittingly. You get drawn into it inspite of the lack of time due to your everyday machiavellian struggles in office, maybe just coz the debate does force you to pause for a moment to think, maybe coz the debate just ranks a tad above mindless, just having that wee more pull to engage your attention and your time. In that spirit comes this piece from a friend who is going through a slightly see-saw time in her life and my take on it.

Am I a good person? I struggle with this question all the time. I'm not even sure why its important to me. But it is. I wud like to know that I am a good person. I dont think I do anything that would put me in the bad-evil category though.

But why does one have to be good anyway? I dunno. And what makes a good person anyway? I try to be honest and truthful. But I may still lie, not to harm people but to get out of situations. Small white lies, they call them. I try to help people when I can. I will even donate money now and then.

I definitely want to be in the good category. Does being honest make me good? Do I have to help people? How much?

Do I have to live simply and/or modestly? I give up non-vegetarian food, I quit smoking, and I quit drinking. Does living modestly cover this up?

Is it okay for me to eat and drink well when I know there are people in the world who dont get anything to eat? It surely doesnt help them, right? Or do I have to send money to charities that would provide them with food as well as live modestly? How often? Does a donation I made a year ago cover me still? Does it make me a bad person if I claim it as a tax deduction?

And what about cursing/swearing? If I swear all the time does that make me lose points? What about alcohol and sex? Do we get classified in 'good' or 'bad' based on our sex life? What about pornography? How does that figure in? And what about sex-for-money? Is it okay to pay for it? Or give it for money? What are the rules here?

Anyway, I suppose that's where religion comes in. Codes. Religions provide a code to make it easy. But the problem with religious codes is that we cant determine which is the truly divinely given one.

So do we make our own code? A secular code? Hmm... this leads us into sociological mores and all that. Hmm... interesting.

Why does it have to be so complicated? Wudnt it be much easier if we could be told everything - namely who created us and what he, she or it wants us to do. Give us proof of ownership and a book of rules.

My take:

You just feel 'moral goodness' thru an instrument called conscience - judging everything around you using that barometer.

However somewhere down the line, the more boundaries you conquer..the more blurred the lines become between good & bad, since the boundaries you have conquered have given an impetus to other targets in life. Maybe then it becomes okay to sacrifice integrity at the altar of ambition. Maybe then it becomes okay just to tell that extra set of lies to save somebody's life, to help a friend in need, to set birds free, to save wildlife from extinction & many such noble causes since the causes are "noble" to you & hence better (again judgmental) causes. Then maybe somewhere again down that track, when you are going a little too fast you think about whether its worth it to do those things that you have been doing and probably change your mind on whats good & whats not. But the fact remains that there is a silent consensus on whats good that even a baby would know. Its like knowing tings like pain, laughing, sweet, dark etc. You do not need to explain this in detail to KG kids, or do we? Thats why people find books like Fountainhead very appealing.

Your take?

Brahma - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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If the red slayer think he slays; Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt; And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, and turn thy back on heaven
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And so was the holy religion blasphemed by RW Emerson writing about an alleged heretic Hindu experience way back in the mid nineteenth century. But you know the old dough on how free souls find their own path;their own destiny & their own destination. India celebrated its Republic day recently. This poem reflects the spirit of a free thinking individual as well as the spirituality of the country quite well.

Fountainhead & Roark

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Fountainhead has been a strong teenage influence and has always been the title of my CV. These lines sum up why Howard Roark has such an impact on impressionable minds. Its all bombastic heroism in terms of style and termed "objectivist" in terms of content. Ironic!! But there you have it!

'I came here to say that I do not recognize anyone's right to one minute of my life. Nor to any part of my energy. Nor to any achievement of mine. No matter who makes the claim, how large their number or how great their need.'

'I wished to come here and say that I am a man who does not exist for others. It had to be said. The world is perishing from an orgy of self-sacrificing.'

'I wished to come here and say that the integrity of a man's creative work is of greater importance than any charitable endeavor. Those of you who do not understand this are the men who're destroying the world.'

'I wished to come here and state my terms. I do not care to exist on any others.'

'To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That's what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul, would you understand why that's much harder.

The pièce-de-résistance for me (oh heck... I am a sucker for hyperbole too..I guess)

'Love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don't know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you've felt what it means to love as you and I know it - total passion for the total height - you're incapable of anything less.'

- Howard Roark in Fountainhead