Little Big Dreams (and of 4 equals 170)

The street lights coming up during twilight made the effect of setting sun even more surreal than ignorantly blissful souls are sometimes prone to believe. Cars, buses and bikes whizzing past told a different story though, that of a week-day still alive with people — some like myself, returning home, some in a mad rush to report to their work-benches on time.

At the other end, it was the start of an evening that I had planned for. Everything had gone well enough till now and goings-on also promised for better tidings as after a long time I was returning home by 7, pretty early these days. Office had been good, although I hadn’t achieved to my satisfaction out of the day, it wasn’t as lost as I would’ve termed it to be otherwise.

As I prefer to do quite often, dedicating some time everyday to some activity that doesn’t add up; here I decided to invest a moment at the florist’s and buy some flowers myself. It was then that I spotted this beautiful family of three, the couple and their lovely little daughter. They all looked relaxed and were having great fun in each other’s company, seemed like they were having this kind of outing after a long while. And this girl, who mustn’t have been more then four years old, was restlessly pacing up and down dressed in her tees, checked trunks and casual floaters, between their parked car and the counter while the bouquet that her father had ordered was being prepared, actively suggesting the flowers and colours to the shopkeeper.

It must have been either the birthday of the lady or they must be going to their friend’s, doesn’t matter here, but the girl was restive, in a strange sort of hurry, and she looked like being on a mission… The kind of determination that is seen only when they are hard at play or craving for something they badly want, no amount of persuasion or reasoning can deter them. She showed all the right signs of being up to something big for her age.

I thought that spending some more time there wouldn’t at all be a waste and so I lingered on. As the bouquet got ready and while the couple was immersed in some precious chirp not knowing it was time to move, came the moment of truth. The little girl promptly took the completed bouquet from the florist’s hands (almost snatched it) and opened her sweaty right palm, to pay up — it had two 2 Rupee coins, wet, pure and shiny… that’s all she had, she wanted to pay for that set with her own money, then grab the flowers and surprise her mother I guess.

The florist stood bewildered for a moment, but came back at once and tried to make a jovial event out of this, feigning seriousness, and told the girl that the cost is 170, and she has only 4 Rupees.

All of 4 or 5 years of age, she was playing her part in all sincerity oblivious to the factual difference between the asked price and her actual savings, and the florist’s playful yet theatrical reaction was enough to tell her that the money she had wasn’t ample by a long mile. She was getting impatient and confused by the minute, and once more tried in vain to settle it by offering the same coins, again, glanced sheepishly at her parents — who were still deep in their conversation — may be praying for success in cracking the deal before they wake up to the reality.

When the second attempt failed too, the disappointment was writ large on her face and boy! Does it break a heart to see a kid lost and on the verge of losing hope… Suddenly the pleasant evening rapidly transmogrified into a dark night of gloom – literally. It sure did, and I couldn’t hold myself back from alerting the father.

Thankfully, the gent quickly pictured what all was going on there and decided to end it the only way it should have. He gestured to the boy to accept the coins moving towards him, paid up the balance, while his little precious was seen running towards her mother with springs in her steps as if she had conquered the world — sure she had; unaware of the external help she had received in this endeavour. Grown ups call it luck…

I reckon this must have been that girl’s first real purchase on her own. And it must have definitely been very emotional for the mother as and when she’d have heard about this incident.

Just a quarter of an hour ago I didn’t even know these folks, I still don’t know them in the worldly sense, however, this event did bring me closer to them, more so to that proud little girl. I guess I felt as elated, as successful — if not more — as she did when she ran with those flowers in hand and the widest, the most radiant smile adorned her divine face.

I further understood what Lao meant when he said “Be a child, be a man.”

It’s about being pure, ignorant yet alert to the surroundings, thinking big in small, being content in the present, not thinking too far ahead and about being spontaneous, more importantly, not losing hope, even if it’s considered stubbornness by very many.

We keep thinking big, but always hold back from taking that final (or first?) step for the fear of possible implications and dreaded insecurities. We get those bouquets alright, but never fail to compare those with what others have.

May be the child within needs to be awakened and relived, then only we’d be able to make sense out of all the ‘non-senses’ that we have created and trained ourselves to almost perfection for each other’s petty conveniences.

I came back that evening at least 4 years younger, happier. 🙂

Time Travel Paradox and Channel 9

A very interesting stuff came up while watching Hawking’s “Time Travel with Stephen Hawking” on Discovery today. It was about the wormhole paradox, wherein a scientist can prove it’s impossible to travel through time using the much glorified time-machines/wormhole by going back a minute in time and shooting himself dead — thus questioning the existence of himself (in the present,) if one side is takes effect, the other can’t hold and vice versa. Godel would’ve loved it.

Hawking says that this proves that time travel via this particular medium isn’t possible and thus historians of the world can breathe a sigh of relief.

I was thinking, if such a wormhole is actualized somehow even in the distant future, will it be free for all? Or will it be some privilege bestowed on a select few?

In the first case, let’s revisit our paradox; if it’s free for all, then the paradox itself is baseless as the history (if considered as a complex mathematical formula with zillion unbounded variables) will be changed by the extent the resultant nett efforts the participating parties put in to change the ones that are in their control. The same thing happens to alter the present, isn’t it?

In the latter case however, if only the privileged few are supposed to travel through, where’s the paradox then? Isn’t the present being dictated by the chosen ones anyway? If time is a dimension as it is perceived today (and someday it’s proven true by any chance i.e.) every micro-second is being altered by them and thus the history is taking the course as ‘designed’ and not as ‘destined’ (whatever is the difference between these two terms.)

That does in fact bring us to the gibberish of “The wormhole’s existence proves that it can’t exist.” And another one, Time, as the fourth dimension as perceived by humans, exists only in the meta plain.

Channel 9 vs. the Others

I have been watching cricket telecasts for a long time now and have always been fascinated by the way Channel 9 of Australia covers sports as opposed to what the other channels of the world do.

For me, just like the Australian cricket team, 9 has been at the forefront of their field and the others just follow. I remember they started the experiments with speed guns, picture-in-picture, stump camera, ultra motion, and recently the player’s run-time vitals etc. But here what I am talking about is the info bars and the graphics part. The way 9 represents the player profiles and match stats is just out of this world, plain, tasteful, simple and very effective. No gaudy colours, no bold faced crap, just plain & simple information that can be consumed without any fuss.

They use the screen real-estate like no one does, if you want to see what I’m talking about here, have a re-look at the graphics shown during Ashes coverage and the recently concluded test series between SA and India, or travel (if you may :-)) slightly backwards in time to compare the above with the Ind-NZ series telecast and you’ll see where I’m coming from.

In the latter’s case, the screen looks as if some gaming-geek has had a shot at painting an over-sized mural, thereby utilizing just about 40% of the screen to show what actually matters to a viewer. Right now I’m trying to follow the NZ-Pak series and I wasn’t surprised to see a far better telecast of these matches too, may be that geographical area itself has this gift of effective creativity and it seems Sky (ANZ) is a distant second and at least making an effort towards catching up — that’s refreshing.

Regarding the standards of commentary on the other side of the fence (read non-Aus/Eng), well, lesser said the better.

What a Start to the Year!

Cricketers are artists who have the gift of painting poignant, evocative and yet at times, grayscale pictures and story-lines. At the same time, they are statesmen who by virtue of a large following (thanks to the media of the day) have an unenviable role of upholding a nation’s ethos and sporting traditions. This fact is never more evident than in the Test arena, and recently concluded Castle Test series between South Africa and India was a fitting testimony.

As it is said for any high profile series, it tests the best and gets the cream to the top in the process. Whether this happened during this series is to be pondered over. From the purely sports prowess point of view we can safely surmise that it did happen. Laxman won us a match single handedly as only he can – by batting like an angel in the second innings i.e. Tendulkar reached his 51st century (50th in the losing cause and 51st in an honours-even joust.) Kallis pressed the gas pedal and drew nearer to the modern master by reaching his first double (in the drawn Centuriun contest) and by achieving a rare feat of two centuries in two innings of a test match, thereby igniting an otherwise valid debate as to whether he’s got his dues… I’ll have to mention Harbhajan and Sreeesanth here for the way they came back after nasty verbal jibes from opposition captain as well as the local team and crowds.

To me however, there were moments that went under the radar of pundits (and I say this after reading, listening to and viewing a lot of them during this series) which defined the contest between two best sides in the world cricket. SA epitomizes a mechanized approach towards Cricket, something that Germany is to Football; whilst India is all that can be termed Uruguay/Argentina of Cricket, no algorithms, just the sprinklings of madness, sanity, method, timidity and genius in vastly different measures (based on the time-line of reference) and you have a team that can surprise its most staunchest of the supporters and detractors alike. I, as a fan, would any day prefer teams like West Indies, Pakistan and India to an England, Sri Lanka, Australia or SA.

The first test started as every other series opener has since time immemorial, India losing the toss (yet again!) and put in by a very shrewd SA captain on a pitch on which even the Trumpers of the day would’ve been happy scoring a good 40, Indian Warrels and Kanhais managed around 20 each to their early undoing. Result was obvious after the first innings failure of Indian bats and subsequent easing off of the pitch into an Indian sub-continental featherbed. SA piled on the runs and made hay while Sun baked the pitch and Zaheer nursed his injury.

Smith

I’d not call myself a fan of his batting to start with, to me he’s yet another Hayden wannabe who thinks his stance and build will intimidate the bowlers of the world – fails to work now — and that shows how he’s been getting out to Zaheer of late. He didn’t win a fan in me either due to his overly gloating words and preposterous remarks afterwards about almost everything. He failed to recognize and acknowledge with grace that the first test doesn’t totally reflect on the true potential of the series, instead he went on blabbering like what not. He must have rued his words while the second and third tests were underway.

He also presented an ugly face of a sulking host when he complained about Sreesanth’s on-field behaviour through media (when he himself was caught on camera waving his bat in a hostile manner at Sree) and later about Umpire Ian Gould being drunk during the evenings (and thereby suggesting that there was more to the questionable decisions during the second test that plain human error factor.)

Hope Smith learns soon enough what he’d like to be remembered as,  “RSA’s best captain after Cronje”  or “SA’s very own Ponting” before he does enough damage to his image by emulating two of the baddest boys of cricket (read Ponting for arrogance and Symonds for crying hell at the drop of hat while pretending to be tough as a nail.)

My take is that he’d be better off being Smith and not aping Cronje, Symonds or Ponting for obvious reasons 🙂

Dhoni

For me a captain’s foremost job is to represent his own team’s cause, which he failed to do and he was miserable at calling his faculties to work when needed most.

He pulled up Sreesanth in public which dented the youngster’s morale (probably cost us the last match), played into the hands of Smith by taking his words (that Sree said a few personal things) against another’s.

The second blunder he pulled off was when he failed to thank the SA crowds that thronged the grounds braving all sorts of erratic weather. For me it became a glaring faux pas when Smith came later and did indeed thank the people and ground staff.

He also missed scoring a few mental points over Smith by failing to point out that hosts were all-out for a score that was less than that of India’s for three innings in a row. You should never leave an opportunity to hurt the opponent’s ego if it’s too pronounced as it is in Smith’s case. That too when Smith was so vocal when India folded up cheaply in the first test… True, the performance should speak, but at times it does nice things to see some red faces in the opposition camp.

So far…

The score line in the end did read 1-1, in fact this holds for the way both the captains managed situations as well, alas, neither could say they fared better. On the hind sight though, had India won the toss in the first test, would the story (and the score line) be any different? Well, that’s why they say cricket is a funny game 🙂

It will be a good tussle to watch in future as the divide between the top three sides narrows down and rankings fluctuate by the rate of completed series.