Monday, March 12, 2012
Rahul "The Wall" Dravid
ఈ స్పూఫ్ రాహుల్ ద్రావిడ్ కి అంకితం..
ఆపొసిట్ టీం కోచ్:-
"ఎవడైనా బలంగా కొడతాడు.లేదా, కోపంగా కొడతాడు..
కాని వీడేంటి రా, చాల శ్రద్ధగా కొట్టాడు...
ఏదో ఒక "గోడ" కట్టినట్టు...
గులాబి మొక్కకి అంటూ కట్టినట్టు...
చాల జాగర్తగా , పద్దతిగా కొట్టాడు...
ఆడు బాట్స్మెన్ రా బుజ్జి.."
ఆపొసిట్ టీం కాప్టైన్:-
"ఛి..మొన్నటి నుండి చూస్తున్నాను , వాడు బాట్స్మెన్ బాట్స్మెన్ అని ఒకటే నస ..ఆడు బాట్స్మెన్ అయితే మేము జింబాబ్వే గాల్లమా?
నువ్వు ఊ అను, వాడి వికెట్స్ విరగ్గొట్టి మన పిచ్ లో సా డస్ట్ గ వేయిస్తా "
కోచ్: " వద్దు రా బుజ్జి, సా డస్ట్ లేకపోతే మిల్లు కి వెళ్దాం కానీ..ఆడితో పెట్టుకోవద్దు రా బుజ్జి.."
కాప్టైన్ : " పోనీ బౌన్సర్స్ వెయ్యించనా?"
కోచ్: " అవుట్ చెయ్యాలంటే బౌన్సర్స్ , బీమర్స్ ఎందుకు రా??"
కాప్టైన్: " మరి ఎం చెయ్యమంటావ్? నీలా టీవీ చూస్తూ కూర్చోమంటావా?"
కోచ్: " రేయ్..బ్యాటింగ్ లో దిగేటప్పుడు వాడి కళ్ళల్లో కాన్సంట్రేషన్ చూసావా..అలాంటిది వాడిని అవుట్ చెయ్యాలంటే మనకెంత కాన్సంట్రేషన్ ఉండాలో తెలుసా.."
"అన్నట్టు అందరు పేస్ బౌలర్స్ ఎందుకు రా..ఆస్ట్రేలియా లో కానీ ఆడుతున్నామా? ఒక ఇద్దరు స్పిన్నర్స్ ఇద్దరు మీడియం పేస్ బౌలర్స్ తీసుకెళ్ళు..అసలే ఇంజురీ లిస్టు పెద్దదవుతుంది.."
Labels: Cricket, Rahul Dravid, Spoof, Telugu
Friday, March 02, 2012
World Peace and Aliens
Well, everyone who has a sibling, knows how serious sibling rivalry can get. But all of it would be forgotten if a school bully attacks your sibling and you would become brothers-in-arms and beat the hell of of that guy.
That does not stop you from teaming with the same guy to beat up the next street gang of brats if you find that they tease a girl from your school.
Having said that, you would not even remember the rivalry, once you group together to form a cricket team to play against the neighborhood colony's team.
When people discuss about regional issues, they tend to vehemently support their own region.
However that takes a backseat when you discuss national polity.
When you have a India-Pakistan cricket match, you tend to forget the differences between states.
Similarly, you suddenly find yourself supporting South Asian countries when India does not make to a cricket final.
The pattern is pretty clear. I have observed that people tend to forget their differences when encountered with a situation involving a bigger arena than their normal plane of operation.
Going by this logic, world peace could only be achieved , probably only by an Invasion of Aliens.
I wonder if people really want things to go that far?
Labels: Aliens, World Peace
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The Dream
My dreams do not make sense. At least most of them.
But not this one. This was almost like a perfect movie script.
It was taut, gripping and convicing.
The dream was about Cricket. It was Sachin's last match and he was batting on 99 and 6 runs were needed for an Indian win.
It was the last ball of the day.
The field was spread out, with men patrolling the boundaries.
The field setting was a plain master stroke of the fielding captain.
It was clearly evident that the single was there for the taking.
It would allow the master to take a single and complete the coveted task on conquering the last realm of the Cricketing world.
A ton on tons.
A feat no one has ever imagined would be possible.
A feat that would only be fitting for the "God of Cricket" to achieve.
Would he take the single and achieve it and be a fallen Hero, and prove the constant allegations of "atheists", that he is selfish?
Or would he put the team in front of himself?
Is he going for the ultimate sacrifice?
Can he hit a sixer of the last ball?
What if he does not succeed?
Would that give his distractors enough ammunition to discredit his achievements till date?
What would he do?
I could notice a sinister smile on the lips of the opposing team's captain.
It almost appeared like he was asking the Master,
"what would you chose? A personal milestone? or the Team's cause?"
The Time appeared to have frozen and, I could see the images of the bowler's delivery stride, and Sachin's concentration and the anticipation of a billion hearts and then....
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I woke up in the bed with bated breath, panting like a dog.
Felt like kicking myself..Dang it....
Labels: Cricket, Dream, Sachin
Monday, June 06, 2011
Bizarre Encounters- Part 1
Bizarre Encounters- Part 1
In this series, I am going to narrate few of my experiences which were rather puzzling, bewildering and sometimes inexplicable, which have left me pondering over concepts like life after death, the Aliens, The New World Order, UFOs and Crop circles…:). Okay, I was kidding about concepts’ part, but believe me, the episodes were nonetheless interesting.
The Movers and Shakers -
It was the monsoon of the first year of my marriage. On a warm Sunday Evening, Kavitha and I have started out to do some shopping, on my Honda Activa. It was business-as-usual at the Lumbini Jewel Mall in Jubilee Hills, with hordes of people entering in and going out of the Mall. As many of the customers do, we have parked our Activa in a street beside the mall, where there were at least 50 other bikes.
It was almost twilight by the time we entered the mall. It was not important to know what we have bought there, nor is it something that I remember, anyhow. But what we saw by the time we have come out of the mall was almost, incredible.
Just as we came out, we saw a rather familiar shiny “mid-night blue” hued two wheeler, standing on the middle stand by the side of Banjara Hills Road No.2, as though greeting us with a mocking grin!! It was no time that we have identified, that it WAS, my own Honda Activa. But then, my sanity argued that it couldn’t be mine, as I remember parking it in the street beside the mall. On a closer look, the number plate, the minor scratches, the seat cover, everything looked the same!!! What was more conspiring was that the place where I have found my bike was at least 100 meters, from where I have parked it in the first place!!!!
I have checked if I have locked it properly. Perfect. The handle was locked. The key was safely pouched in my pocket. I double checked everything, the number plate, the identification marks and color (though I would not like to take any credit for identification of colors). It was unreal, unbelievable and most importantly unsettling. I could not think of any logical reasoning to what happened at that moment.
Although, we have started back home on the bike(Although the "Macho" section of the crowd would not qualify a Hond Activa as a "Bike", i will still use it, for the heck of it), I could not stop my thoughts from wandering all over, in quest of finding a fitting elucidation of the event that just happened. I thought of the possibility of a Traffic Crane lifting. But, I knew it was perfectly alright to park it where I have parked it, as there are no visible “NO Parking” boards. Even if was a case of Crane lifting, why on earth did they leave it??
I could not rule out the likelihood of a bike lifter, although I could not justify anyone “lifting” the bike which was handle locked, more so in front of a full audience. And even someone dared it, why would he leave it in the middle of the road, of all other places???
With so many thoughts spinning around in my head, like fleeting images from a Crime Thriller movie, I suddenly applied brakes, much to the bafflement of Kavitha. I have asked her quickly to get down from the bike, and to get away from it. I tried to look under the bike for any “wired” explosives that they usually show in movies. Nope. I could not hear any sounds of a clock ticking either.
While it might sound a bit farfetched and paranoiac, bit I really did that, thanks to the steady input of loads of “news” channels and movies.
After that, I think we went to a restaurant or something on our way to home, where I have tried hard to assuage my qualms about our safety amongst other things, but one thought was constantly unsettling me.
“Are we in control of our own lives?”
Labels: Bizarre, Movers, Unexplained
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Galli Cricket
As someone rightly said, Cricket is a religion in India.
This religion is all pervasive in India. The smallest manifestation of this religion is called the Galli Cricket. This form of cricket is in fact the most atomic of all the forms of cricket. This game usually is played in small lanes, between houses, backyards of houses and virtually anywhere they can find enough space to play.
The game itself has derived most of its rules from its bigger counter parts, but has a set of rules of its own. For example, the bowler can “Throw” the cricket ball; the batsman can be “Out” if caught on one bounce, a provision for a “Joker” who can bat and field for both the teams etc. Some more variations of the rules can be like, a batsman will be declared out if he hits the ball into a neighbor’s compound, more so if the neighbor is cantankerous.
Contrary to popular belief, that it is all too simple in Galli cricket, it is in fact far more complex than the original forms of cricket. You have to bear so many things in your mind apart from the normal techniques of playing, like restraining your instincts to hit the cricket ball as hard as you like, but hard enough to get some runs, avoiding any glass panes of windows in the neighborhood. You have to bat with utmost care, not to offer a one-bounce catch to a closing fielder and the runs won’t come easily, with even vehicles finding a place in the field.
The otherwise mandatory stumps are not really mandatory. Three lines drawn on a wall with coal/ green leaves will do fine. If your “Ground” doesn’t have a wall, three bricks laid side by side would do just fine.
Usually there will be no Umpires as such, but if required batsmen from the batting side don the role of Umpires and it’s a no-brainer that they invariably support the batting team, after all, the bias is mutual.
Even with so much complexity ingrained in it, Galli cricket still forms the primary love of every kid in the streets, who aspire to become the next Sachins and Dhonis of the world.
This religion is all pervasive in India. The smallest manifestation of this religion is called the Galli Cricket. This form of cricket is in fact the most atomic of all the forms of cricket. This game usually is played in small lanes, between houses, backyards of houses and virtually anywhere they can find enough space to play.
The game itself has derived most of its rules from its bigger counter parts, but has a set of rules of its own. For example, the bowler can “Throw” the cricket ball; the batsman can be “Out” if caught on one bounce, a provision for a “Joker” who can bat and field for both the teams etc. Some more variations of the rules can be like, a batsman will be declared out if he hits the ball into a neighbor’s compound, more so if the neighbor is cantankerous.
Contrary to popular belief, that it is all too simple in Galli cricket, it is in fact far more complex than the original forms of cricket. You have to bear so many things in your mind apart from the normal techniques of playing, like restraining your instincts to hit the cricket ball as hard as you like, but hard enough to get some runs, avoiding any glass panes of windows in the neighborhood. You have to bat with utmost care, not to offer a one-bounce catch to a closing fielder and the runs won’t come easily, with even vehicles finding a place in the field.
The otherwise mandatory stumps are not really mandatory. Three lines drawn on a wall with coal/ green leaves will do fine. If your “Ground” doesn’t have a wall, three bricks laid side by side would do just fine.
Usually there will be no Umpires as such, but if required batsmen from the batting side don the role of Umpires and it’s a no-brainer that they invariably support the batting team, after all, the bias is mutual.
Even with so much complexity ingrained in it, Galli cricket still forms the primary love of every kid in the streets, who aspire to become the next Sachins and Dhonis of the world.
Labels: Galli Cricket
Thursday, January 07, 2010
CSR team@Intelligroup visit MNJ Hospital and Nachiketa Tapovan on Christmas
"They say there are two types of people in the world.
Givers and takers. Takers eat well and Givers sleep well."
Most part of our lives, we fall in the first category.
This christmas, I consider to be lucky to be a part of the second category.
I can only say, very little could have matched the satisfaction that we derived out of the little acts of kindness that we did on that day.
It was not just a package of colorfully packed goodies that brought the smile back on the lips of 15 odd Cancer affected children at MNJ/Cancel hospital and 150 odd under privelieged children at Nachiiketa tapovan, but the fact that there are a few good samaritans still left in this world, who have shown that they cared for them.
The happiness was mutual. Infact, we felt more happy looking at the children who were pleasantly surprised by the Santa Claus' visit and the presents.
I'm so glad that I am a part of a company which believed in the philosophy of giving.
I am so thankful to each one of CSR and HR teams who made this event possible and bringing back the smile to its rightful abode: i.e. On the lips of children.
Givers and takers. Takers eat well and Givers sleep well."
Most part of our lives, we fall in the first category.
This christmas, I consider to be lucky to be a part of the second category.
I can only say, very little could have matched the satisfaction that we derived out of the little acts of kindness that we did on that day.
It was not just a package of colorfully packed goodies that brought the smile back on the lips of 15 odd Cancer affected children at MNJ/Cancel hospital and 150 odd under privelieged children at Nachiiketa tapovan, but the fact that there are a few good samaritans still left in this world, who have shown that they cared for them.
The happiness was mutual. Infact, we felt more happy looking at the children who were pleasantly surprised by the Santa Claus' visit and the presents.
I'm so glad that I am a part of a company which believed in the philosophy of giving.
I am so thankful to each one of CSR and HR teams who made this event possible and bringing back the smile to its rightful abode: i.e. On the lips of children.
Labels: Christmas, CSR, Intelli
Monday, December 21, 2009
Medical Concepts and South Indian Thrillers
If you have been following the South Indian movies , say , from about 3 years, one good trend that you must have noticed must be , the frequency of so called non-commercial formulaic movies has been on the rise. Every now and then you get to see a movie , that's doesn't follow the conventional "Framework".
One interesting aspect that I observed was the uncanny use of some Medical Concepts in each of these movies. Take for example
Multiple- Personality Disorder in ANNIYAN/APARICHITUDU and CHANDRAMUKHI,
Short-term memory loss in Ghajini,
Visual hallucination in Gopichand starrer Ontari,
Organ Transplantation in Bhoomika starrer Anasuya,
Rohypnol usage in Charmi starrer Anukokunda Okaroju,
Atrificial insemination and Hypnotism in director Ravi Babu's AMARAVATHI,
Psychosis in the latest release from Just Yellow, Genelia D'Souza starrer Katha.
The trend has not caught just the south indian director's imaginations, but also the national directors' too. The story of a dysletic kid in Taare Zameen par and a 13 year old suffering from Progeria in Paa are two examples that i remember off hand.
So, future thriller director aspirants, the right place to get your story ideas is not International Movie databases and novels, but your Medical Dictionaries!!!! Go for 'em..:)
One interesting aspect that I observed was the uncanny use of some Medical Concepts in each of these movies. Take for example
Multiple- Personality Disorder in ANNIYAN/APARICHITUDU and CHANDRAMUKHI,
Short-term memory loss in Ghajini,
Visual hallucination in Gopichand starrer Ontari,
Organ Transplantation in Bhoomika starrer Anasuya,
Rohypnol usage in Charmi starrer Anukokunda Okaroju,
Atrificial insemination and Hypnotism in director Ravi Babu's AMARAVATHI,
Psychosis in the latest release from Just Yellow, Genelia D'Souza starrer Katha.
The trend has not caught just the south indian director's imaginations, but also the national directors' too. The story of a dysletic kid in Taare Zameen par and a 13 year old suffering from Progeria in Paa are two examples that i remember off hand.
So, future thriller director aspirants, the right place to get your story ideas is not International Movie databases and novels, but your Medical Dictionaries!!!! Go for 'em..:)
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