Viru and reverse swing.

23 10 2008

I read this article in today’s Herald Sun by its Jon Pierik, as representative a writer of that paper as can get, about Australia reactive plans on scuffing up the ball early in the piece, a la India.,21985,24538494-11088,00.html

To which I must draw his attention to Australia’s own Shane Warne’s entry on Virender Sehwag who makes #35 in his list of 100 top bats.

Sehwag was batting with Jeremy Snape for Leicestershire and Abdul Razzaq, who was playing for Middlesex, started to reverse swing the ball, creating all sorts of problems.

“I have a plan,” said Sehwag and promptly hit the ball out of the ground so that it had to be replaced.

That’s what he does when the ball reverse swings.

Just so you are aware Jon.



My Boy.

14 02 2008

My boy is a bit over five.  

The other day, in the car, he asked me to play his favourite ‘dolphin’ song. Now, this Tamil song from ‘Boys’ goes ‘Enakkoru girlfriend vaeNuma-da’ translating to ‘I want a girlfriend’. Smug in the belief that he’d misheard it as dolphin, I slid in the CD silently. 

A friend of my daughter was in the car as well. Hearing the opening of the song, she corrected him with

‘It’s girlfriend, not dolphin’!

And he whispered back urgently

‘Shhhh! I know, be quiet or I’ll get into trouble!’ 

Barely five, and already street smart.

Banner prose.

12 02 2008

There are times like Sunday, when unexpected wins are gained. These are indeed the moments we live for, hoping against hope.

 However, an observation, hopefully shared by others, is that memorable wit on Indian banners held aloft for the cameras is as rare as a Bangladesh victory over Australia. 

Lack of imagination, paucity of ideas and laboriousness of doggerel are more likely to be encountered. 

Living as I do in Melbourne, I can safely hazard that the bulk of the Indian supporters at the MCG would be well educated, in professions requiring the application of brainpower and also have a formidable representation of 2nd generation Indian-Aussies.

 Fertile ground you would think, for displays of cutting wit and wisdom. 

And yet, thought is noticeably absent. They either read “Chak De India”, “Incredible India”, “Kangaroo curry”, or variants thereof. To leaven the dross are laboured acrostics on Sachin’s name or long paragraphs on bedsheets.

Nothing near as original as the Aussie kid in Perth (if memory serves) over ten years ago who, once Sachin had crossed ten runs, crossed out the first three letters of his daubed sign that read “Tendulkar” and kept score till a century was struck. The camera kept panning on to him regularly through the day.

I accept there can be just the one Bharat Dabholkar, however should not a talent pool as large be capable of more memorable work?

Or is this a metaphor for the Indian condition as a whole?  


Just not on.

15 01 2008

Unfortunately, the racism message has not sunk in-even in urban India.

I received one of those mails from a friend in India with a picture of Symonds next to a monkey, drawing attention to the physical similarities.

This really got my goat.

Most Indians privately agree India is quite a racist, colour conscious, caste conscious society. Can’t do much immediately about the hinterland where these abominations are entrenched.

However one expects better from educated friends. To receive such a mail from a friend made me angry.

I let him have both barrels.

Maybe he is now an ex-friend.

Is it safe?

11 01 2008

Both the American (seppo-s in Oz speak) expatriates returned to Australia on the Monday morning after the Sydney test.

And thought they were entering a war zone. The papers, TV, radio and blogs were all alive. Gunsmoke was everywhere.

Things finally died down around yesterday.

Today one of them cautiously crept around and asked

“Is it safe to come out of the trenches?”

Nice win

10 01 2008

Nice win today.

En passant and without warning, one of the Aussies at work threw me a squash ball. The reflexes came together to hang on to the one-hander.

I threw it back in the same motion. He grasped, dropped it and caught it on the rebound.

It was with delight that I went

“Typical. You Aussies can’t catch anything unless it is on the bounce.”

The Italians are vindicated

9 01 2008

Amid all the drama surrounding India and Australia in the aftermath of the Sydney test, there’s at least one group feeling vindicated.

The Italians.

They’ve had to wear it for the past year and bit as ‘cheats’ ever since Australia was dumped from World Cup ’06 by Italy.

The second generation Italian in our office came into work, bounced a tennis ball, caught it and went ‘howzzat’ to the true blue Aussies, followed by a “Who’s a cheat now then?”