One day I hope Tamil Nadu will lift the Ranji trophy. To watch Balaji mentor these young bowlers with the smile never disappearing from his face and to watch Dinesh Karthik stride out to bat with a Tamil Nadu emblem on his helmet stirs the heart like no other. Hope some team down the line lift the Ranji trophy…for the likes of Balaji and Badrinath, for Sharath and Robin Singh etc and many many others.
….is such a lovely game. Summer sunshine, the soft evening light, the game running the entire summer / fall season. The commentary alone having a delicious cadence to it. What a beautiful, poetic, delicately sensuous game; such a tight rhythm, the games don’t drag like its cousin cricket and the balance between pitching and batting is beautifully maintained.
* Graeme Smith walking out with a broken hand to save a test match; captain na ipdi than irukkanum ; Faf Du Plessis has all these qualities…..
* 2004 Karachi: Mohammad Kaif holding on to a sensational catch laying to rest the ghost of 1986 Sharjah and Miandad;
* Hansie Cronje swinging it in and out and causing Sachin Tendulkar all sorts of problems
* Sachin’s catch in 2004 to dismiss Inzamam; Robin Jackman saying on air I have never seen Tendulkar this animated
* The sheer joy of watching Rahul Dravid fielding in the slips and his reaction time at short leg;
* The joy of watching Inzamam Ul Haq bat; the amount of time he had to play fast bowling justifying in some sense Imran Khan’s comment that Inzamam was the best batsman of the world, Tendulkar included (emphasis his);
* Steve Waugh running all the way to the boundary, retrieving the ball to give it to Dravid after the 2003 Adelaide test match;
* Dale Steyn saying that Sreesanth’s wrist position was the best, so pure, so beautiful; what a waste of a talent;
* The beauty of classical, old fashioned wicket keeping as epitomized by Peter Nevill of Australia, Prasanna Jayawardene of Sri Lanka, Sarfraz Ahmed of Pakistan and to a lesser extent by Wriddhiman Saha and Naman Ojha of India.
* Watching Amol Muzumdar doing the presentation at the end of Irani trophy; couldn’t help but feel for him; first class debut at age 18 for Mumbai and scored 270 odd on debut but never played a single test for India; have to feel for the likes of him, Rashmi Ranjan Parida etc;
* Lovely to see domestic players like Sheldon Jackson of Saurashtra, Naman Ojha of Madhya Pradesh, Sudip Chaterjee of Bengal and Karun Nair and Stuart Binny of Karnataka all play against Shreyas Iyer, Suryakumar Yadav, Iqbal Abdulla, Dhawal Kulkarni and Balwinder Sandhu of Mumbai. Is it just me or it seems like atleast teams like Mumbai and Karnataka, their Ranji teams look fairly all India, i.e., they have representatives from a lot of Indian regions.
A spring evening drenched in sunshine. A beautiful Behag song drenching the mind with a kind of fulfilling, satiating happiness.
“There’s a pleasure sure to being mad, that only madmen know”
– John Dryden in The Spanish Friar (1681)
Say not of me that weakly I declined
The labours of my sires, and fled the sea,
The towers we founded and the lamps we lit,
To play at home with paper like a child.
But rather say: In the afternoon of time
A strenuous family dusted from its hands
The sand of granite, and beholding far
Along the sounding coast its pyramids
And tall memorials catch the dying sun,
Smiled well content, and to this childish task
Around the fire addressed its evening hours.
—-Robert Louis Stevenson
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Maybe you can almost characterize the poetry of the New York School as having as one of its main subjects the fullness and richness of life and the richness of possibility and excitement and happiness.
I don’t think the nature of my poetry is satirical or even ironic, I think its essentially lyrical…The comic element is just something that it seems to me enables me to be lyrical in the same way – not to compare myself qualitatively to these great writers – but in the same way that it enables Byron to write his best poetry and certainly Aristophanes and certain others too.