Sunday, May 6, 2012

सत्यमेव जयते


आज सुबह सुबह जगने के बाद, जब Facebook पर login करा तो पाया की लोग तो आमिर खान के कहने पर सच में 9 बजे उठ गए. खैर मेरी सुबह तो 12 बजे हुई. नींद ज्यादा प्यारी है, आमिर खान नहीं.

हर कोई सत्यमेव जयते का नारा लगाए बैठा था. लगा की अन्ना हजारे वाले दिन वापस आ गए, जब मेरी Friend List में ही कुछ दो-ढाई सौ अन्ना थे. मैंने Show तो नहीं देखा, पर जितना पढ़ा और सुना उसके बारे में, इतना ही समझ में आया की देश और समाज को बदलने की बात करी जायेगी हर रविवार सुबह 11 बजे.

अच्छी बात है. लोग हर रविवार जल्दी उठेंगे. आमिर का शो देखेंगे. Facebook पर नारेबाजी करेंगे. शाम की चाय की चुस्कियों के साथ देश में चल रही हर कुप्रथा का ठीकरा किसी न किसी के सर पर फोड़ेंगे. हमारे जैसे बुद्धिजीवी जो चाय नहीं पीते, वो रविवार की शाम किसी pub में बैठ कर व्हिस्की के 1-2 पेग और अंग्रेजी गानों के बीच यही कहते हुए पाए जायेंगे की इस देश का कुछ नहीं हो सकता, "We need a bloody revolution ". घर की चाय और pub की व्हिस्की में बस एक ही फर्क होगा, आप बिना संकोच के हर किसी को माँ बहन की गालियाँ दे रहे होंगे.

काश एक शो देखने से गुडगाँव दिल्ली में हो रहे बलात्कार, हरयाणा के गाँव में धड़ल्ले से हो रहे "Honor Killing ", दक्षिण भारत में हो रहे धर्म परिवर्तन , भ्रूण-हत्या इत्यादि रुक जाते. यह तो बस कुछ ही मसले हैं, गिनाने बैठूँगा तो सोमवार आ जाएगा. आप और मैं, फिर से सज धज के काम पर चले जायेंगे. दिन भर कोल्हू के बैल की तरह पिसेंगे, और शाम को वापस आकर Times of India पर एक और बलात्कार के बारे में पढेंगे, निकम्मी पुलिस को भर भर के गालियाँ देंगे. बाकी हफ्ता Excel sheets रंगने,Manager से झगड़ने और Sunny Leone के बारे में चटपटी खबरें पढने में निकल जाएगा. फिर एक और रविवार आएगा, फिर यही कार्यक्रम दोहराया जाएगा. 

जागिये. मानसिकता बदलने की कोशिश करिए. मैं तो अब भी हर रविवार 12 बजे ही उठूँगा, क्यूंकि मुझमें वो हिम्मत नहीं की बदलाव लाऊँ. पर हाँ, मैं उन लोगों में से भी नहीं, जो Facebook  पर बदलाव की बातें करते हैं. क्या पता, आप अगर अपनी नींद से जाग जाओ, तो मैं भी आपके संग हो लूँ इस बदलाव को लाने के लिए.

थोडा सोचिये. आराम से सोचिये.
जय हिंद!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

कड़वा सच ..


अगर किसी Project Manager से कहा जाए की किस महीने से वह सबसे ज्यादा नफरत करता है, तो सौ फीसदी शर्त लगा लीजिये उसका जवाब अप्रैल होगा. और भला हो भी क्यूँ न? Management की चाह रखने वालों के परिणाम जो आते हैं इस महीने. न जाने एक ही Resignation Letter पता नहीं कितनी बार Copy Paste होकर पता नहीं कितने दफ्तरों में इस्तेमाल होता होगा. अरे इंजिनियर हैं साहब, तो आलसी तो होंगे ही. कौन साला दिमाग लगाए.

खैर CAT का रिजल्ट आ गया. जान पहचान के काफी लोगों ने बिल्ली ने गले में घंटी बाँध दी. बाँधी तो बाँधी, अपने Project Manager  को कुत्ता बना दिया. Resignations , Staffing , deadlines, ..काफी अच्छा तरीका है खराब reviews का बदला निकालने का.

जिन लोगों ने मचाया, उन्हें दिल से बधाई. आप लोगों की ख़ुशी का अंदाजा शायद इस वक़्त आपके Facebook Status पर Likes की गिनती से पता चल जाता है. खैर यह वैसे साल के वो एक-दो हफ्ते हैं जब मैं आप लोगों से प्रेरित होकर हर दिन Flipkart पर अरुण शर्मा की किताबें ढूंढ़ता हूँ. "यार, इस बार तो पक्का CAT लिखेंगे, बहुत हो गयी गुलामी". सितम्बर आते ही लगता है, अमा हटाओ यह सब.  1600 रुपये में तो Teachers का पूरा खम्बा आ जाता है. पढ़े लिखें तो हैं नहीं, फ़ालतू में दिन खराब होगा. और सुट्टे की धुंए में यह प्लान भी उड़ा दिया जाता है.

खैर इस बार कसम खाता हूँ की इस साल पक्का कोई न कोई Exam तो ज़रूर दूंगा. सही बता रहा हूँ, आप भी कुछ करिए. वरना घर वाले शादी के पीछे पड़ जायेंगे. बुढ़ापा बढ़ता जा रहा है और बहुत कम ही ऐसे हैं जिनकी त्वचा से उनकी उम्र का पता नहीं चलता. आइये सूट-बूट में फोटो खिचायें, अपनी शादी में नहीं, किसी कॉलेज की कैंटीन में. जवानी के दिन हैं, शादी कर के बर्बाद न करें. :)

Friday, March 2, 2012

ज़िन्दगी का सवाल..


ऑफिस में बैठा अपने लैपटॉप की स्क्रीन में झांकते हुए मैं बस यह सोच रहा था की क्या 15 साल पहले इस बात का अंदाजा था की ज़िन्दगी ऐसी होगी? आज भी याद करता हूँ वो पुराने दिन तो सीना गर्व से चौड़ा हो जाता है. भला बताईये, कितने ही लोग ऐसे होंगे जो ज़मीन पर नाचते हुए लट्टू को अपने हथेलियों पर उठाकर नचा सकते हैं. पतंगबाजी का कभी official इतिहास लिखा गया तो gurantee देता हूँ की किसी न किसी पन्ने पर नाम ज़रूर आएगा. और आज देखिये, AC cubicle में बैठा मैं Excel में conditional formatting कर रहा. Important Deliverable है. Client को आज ही चाहिए. चाहे भले ही उसको पूरा करने में आपके और घड़ी, दोनों के बारह क्यूँ न बजे.

उस वक़्त हर सोमवार को होने वाले टेस्ट से डर लगता था. पेपर में कोई सवाल छूट जाए तो अगले दो period तक कोहराम मचा रहता था. और अब देखिये, ज़िन्दगी एक सवाल बन चुकी है, पर कभी दो मिनट कोशिश नहीं करी जवाब ढूंढने की. खैर कोई बात नहीं. आइये SAS और Excel के सवालों के जवाब दें. आसपास के लोग आपकी बुद्धिमता की तारीफ़ करेंगे. आपकी Facebook की Wall पर तारीफों की पुल बांधेंगे. 15-20 likes और आप खुश. भूल जायेंगे की किसी सवाल का जवाब ढूंढने की कोशिश कर रहे थे आप.

खैर यह पोस्ट भी Facebook पर शेयर हो जाएगा. चंद बुद्धिजीवियों के likes आ जायेंगे. शाम की दारु पार्टी के लिए एक विषय मिल जाएगा discussion के लिए. कल hangover के बाद कुछ याद न रहेगा और  ज़िन्दगी का सवाल फिर से कहीं किसी कोने में खो जाएगा.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Death of Innocence

February, 2002. Class 10 board exams were just around the corner. As a kid who had to hold a cricket bat every evening to drain out his daily quota of sweat, these bloody exams were still a month away. Bokaro was a small place, comfortably shielded from the mall culture which was gripping the country those days. Gossips and occasional family re-unions were the only source of entertainment to the simpletons out there.

It was during those days that a relatively very close friend of my dad visited my place sometime in the evening. I had just come back from my daily routine of smashing the ball all around the street. With a cup of tea in his one hand, the bespectacled uncle asked "और क्या प्लान्स हैं exam के बाद "? Without a pause, I replied "जी अंकल, आजकल तो खेलना थोडा कम कर दिया है ...exam के बाद पीछे वाली गली में रहने वाली टीम से मैच रखा है!" Eyebrows were raised, and my dad pitched in to save the situation "अरे नहीं ..exam ख़त्म होते ही इसको coaching में डाल देंगे...आई आई टी के exam में ज्यादा समय थोड़ी न बचा है !" Probably, that was the day I ceased being a kid.

Hilarious, but true
The next two years were spent rigorously in making an engineer out of me. You name the course material, and I had that on my study table FIITJEE Rankers Study Material, Comprehensive Chemistry, HC Verma, Resnick Halliday, R D Sharma, S L Loney blah blah blah....every damn book you could ask for. People around me said, "अभी पढ़ाई कर लो...फिर आगे तो ऐश ही ऐश है ". Even "that" Ash went with that loser Junior Bachchan of all people.

It was just 9 years ago when evenings were spent bickering about whether somebody could bowl just after they had batted. Right? I finished Engineering where I did burn the midnight oil (sometimes) remembering the same line  "अभी पढ़ाई कर लो...फिर आगे तो ऐश ही ऐश है ". When I sit back and introspect, all I can realize is how the word "ऐश" has changed it's meaning all these years. From fierce cricket matches, to all night chatting on Gtalk, to weekend booze parties, surroundings changed, priorities changed. The childish enthusiasm and innocence gave way to inconsequential worries and tensions. Sitting in my balcony,I am wondering, how much would I pay, just to get those days back.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Thank You Team !


An unforgettable image !

The year was 1990...India were playing a one day international against Sri Lanka at Pune. A chubby 16 year old kid won the man of the match against the Lankans by scoring 53 and grabbing a couple of wickets. I was a 4 year old kid back then, unable to understand why my parents were so excited about a bloody cricket match, it was just a game...people won..people lost..why the fuss?

In about two years time, the understanding about the game had improved, the rules had been properly understood, the game had become interesting. As a kid I was watching India getting wallopped 4-0 in the test series against the Aussies and subsequently getting mauled in the World Cup. A little disappointed though, I still believed in this team and that 18 year old chap who had been the youngest to score a ton on Australian soil.

I saw them flounder at the Eden Gardens in 1996, I saw them failing to chase 271 at Chennai against the Pakistanis, I saw them unable to score 253 against the Zimbabweans at Leicester in 1999, I saw them getting bundled out for 125 against the Aussies at Centurion and most recently losing out against our neighbors in the 2007 edition of the World Cup. Each time, the pain was visible in his eyes, the passion never seemed to diminish, we would do it again, some other day, some other time.

While Mohammad Kaif’s home was being vandalized in 2003, I requested my father to get me a Team India T-shirt. I had to order this T-shirt online for you didn’t get Nike T-shirts in a small district like Bokaro. I was chided, but I didn’t care, for I seriously believed in this team. From Harare to Jo’burg, I cheered for the team by wearing the Team India T-shirt on every match day, a ritual I repeated again in 2011. The disappointment of a mistimed pull against the “Pigeon” resonated in my heart with each passing day. Every day I used to defend him in countless meaningless discussions where people dug out stats to prove how a certain “Punter” was a much accomplished batsman than our very own “Superman” from Mumbai. Each time, I felt a little tinge of sadness for the man who had dedicated almost his entire youth for the betterment of Indian Cricket, and yet we were stupid enough to raise fingers at him, for failing to fulfill our ever growing demands and expectations.

Tonight, I saw him leap in happiness, I saw his team mates showering praises on him about carrying the burden of 1.2 billion individuals over the past 21 years. If Newton is to be believed, then the weights of those expectations have been equalized by an upward force of triumph. More importantly, I saw tears, probably highlighting the point that he is still a mortal, in spite of being a Demi-God for millions across the planet. From the core of my heart, I just want to say, Thank You Sachin, for inspiring us all throughout these years, for it has been a privilege and honor to see you play.

While the euphoria and celebrations continue across every state of this great country, let’s not forget the contribution of the entire team, for realizing the dream of a nation.Thank you Viru and Gauti for the fearless attitude that you have brought in this side since your respective debuts, Thank you Yuvifor winning us the cup with your magical bowling and amazing batting, Thank you Raina and Virat for the amazing fielding displays, Thank you Mahi for making me scream “Jai Jharkhand” every time you materialized a fabulous stumping, Thank you Bhajji for the breakthroughs in the middle overs, Thank you Zak for leading the rest of the bowling unit like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to devour anything that came in their way. Last and certainly not the least, let me take the honor of thankingGary Kirsten, Dada, John Wright, The Wall, Jumbo and the Very Very Special for taking us at the helm of both the ODI and Test Rankings. And on a special note, Gary, we will miss you!

Well played team. We are with you, during both the good and the bad times, for you have given us glorious moments to cherish throughout our lives. It’s been an absolute pleasure to “bleed blue” all these years. You guys made us proud today!

Thank You!
An average Indian Cricket Fan!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

बस एक बार वापस लौटने का मन करता है...


Sir Arthur C. Clarke, do you know how I really miss you right now. If only your idea of time travel had been materialized, I would have probably paid anything and almost everything to time travel back to June 2006. Five years have passed since then, physical distances have increased gigantically, from a couple of hundred meters to over a thousand miles, local calls have been replaced by STD calls. Yet the story remains the same. The hearts beat at the same frequency, the love blossoms as ever and the six letter word F.R.I.E.N.D.S. seems more precious than the gold stored at Fort Knox.

Life was so simple back then. Life was actually beautiful and carefree (of course without the alcohol and marijuana). All you cared was whether you would be reaching KNGH before 8.30 pm or whether even a single digit score in DE paper would get you a C grade. I miss those times when a two word SMS “Kahan ho?” used to bring a smile on my face. Yes, the people I loved and the people who loved me had just bunked their classes, waiting for me at our usual hangout place, The Nesci. There’s no way I was going to disappoint them. Damn, you GPA’s and gold medals, I wasn’t attending the remaining three lectures for there was and probably there is no one more precious than those “wild maniacs”.

Aata Maggi for a distinguished few, normal Maggi for the others were the staple diet. Lemon iced teas had replaced water/cold drinks as the official drink of the group and Nestle was probably the official sponsor. Sagar Ratna was common mess where the menu for one of the distinguished member was fixed, “Onion Rava Masala Dosa”. For the rest, the menu revolved around Veg Schzwan Noodles, Panner Tikki, Manchurian, Baby Corn, Varieties of Dosa, Dum Aaloo Kashmiri, Naan, Kulcha etc etc. We loved spilling stuff, someone was actually an expert in this field, we loved fighting for those green and red chutneys, we loved making noise, a lot of it actually, without caring for the stares and the occasional taunts from others sharing the space with us. In short, we loved everything about everything stupid we did and without caring a dime about what the world thought about us.

Birthdays were celebrated with more fervor and enthusiasm than the Republic and Independence Day celebrations of this great country. Rarely, you would see a group of people jumping and shouting around the birthday boy/girl. With your every move being scrutinized, you really felt like a celebrity on your special day just because of these people. Not a single day was spent without a ping on Google Talk or a short message on the cell phone. The group met almost everyday, barring the days when someone would have oiled their hair. Even during exams, everybody found a way for a regular meeting at the Nesci. After crying incessantly “Iss baar to main pakka fail ho jaaoongi”, you probably needed your group to provide the necessary words of confidence.

I just had a lousy birthday four days back. At 12 midnight, I was busy screwing around on some stupid excel sheets and powerpoint presentations. There were no cakes, no candles, none of the idiots jumping around me, no GPL’s and no one to smother a perfectly baked Black Forest cake on my face. In the eerie silence of the office, I just said “Happy Birthday” to myself remembering the idiots who made it special every year.

The railway crossing, the rigid guards, the stupid institute rules, the guitar jamming sessions at the Narayani, Uptron chauraha, the reunion outside the Patel Hostel on the pretext of having sugarcane juice and most importantly those times spent with you all can never be erased from the heart. Love you all.

बस एक बार ...बस एक बार वापस लौटने का मन करता है...

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Sachin or Laxman?

Durban, where we were bamboozled for a paltry 66 fourteen years back was conquered yesterday. And boy, it was conquered in some style. The image of an arched Jacques Kallis, helplessly trying to avoid a Sreesanth snorter would be etched in the memories of every Indian cricket fan. Fantastic stuff boys, keep up the good work.
Happens to a South African too
While Zaheer, Bhajji and Sree were exceptional with the ball, it was that man VVS again who set up the game for them. Scoring 96 sublime runs on a pitch where every other batsman was found wanting was something quite extraordinary. Well, as they say, when the going gets tough, Laxman gets going.

It was disappointing though, to notice swords being drawn on SRT (again!!) for failing when the team needed him the most. Statistics were dug up in order to prove how Laxman is a far better batsman than Tendulkar when the chips are down. Glorifying Laxman’s performances while berating Tendulkar’s was totally uncalled for. Not everybody knows the fact that out of his 50 Test hundreds, 20 have resulted in an Indian win. Not everybody knows that out of his 46 ODI hundreds, 32 have resulted in wins. I could have jotted down thousands of statistics just to prove that he has been India’s biggest match winner ever, but refrained from doing so, as it would have provided more fodder for the so called “Tendulkar critics” to dig up some more stats and figures to downplay the man’s contribution to Indian Cricket. He failed at Durban because he is a human, just like you and me. He had an off day at the office, but made sure that his end of year reviews were totally in the top bracket. Over 1500 runs with an outstanding average of 78, not everybody delivers a performance of that stature consistently over a period of 21 years.

“Oh, he failed right? Then why call him God”? Tendulkar worshipers don’t call him God just because they expect him to win every game for India with his divine presence. Like we believe in the creator of all universes, we believe in him. As long as he is at the crease, impossible seems possible, living up to the tagline of one of the brands he endorses. In the 90's, he was the one who used to give us hope when the rub of the green seemed to be going against our way. Not every 17 year old can bat for 6 hours on a seaming Old Trafford track to save a test match for India. It’s only when he departs, the panic sets in, the nervousness starts showing in the form of chewing of nails and wrinkles on the forehead. Remember the 1996 World Cup semifinal against the Lankans? Or the nail biter at Chennai against the arch rivals? Or the most recent Hyderabad hurricane against the Aussies? Impossible was made possible on countless other occasions, only to be made impossible again by the individuals who surround him.

It’s probably only under these situations that even a half century from somebody else looks more valuable than “those” 96 international tons. We expect him to hit a ton every innings, we expect him to stay on the crease till the last run is scored and we expect him to chase down 360 to win the World Cup. Isn't that a little too much? Probably, that's the benchmark the man has set, something which even Laxman and Dravid have failed to do so.We expect him to be accountable for every time he fails to deliver the goods while we forget that it’s a team game afterall. The same Laxman failed when India were battling hard to save the Centurion test, but it went down as an another innings where a Tendulkar century had failed to save India. I am just wondering, had India lost the Durban test, who would have been crucified then? 

It’s high time we appreciate what these men of steel have done for Indian Cricket, rather than baying for their blood every time they fail. Trust me, you would never have a batting line-up as strong as the one which has mesmerized crowds the world over in a long long time. Let’s savor their heroic feats before they decide to hang their boots, because I still feel, that majority of us are incapable of achieving even half of the glory these men have achieved.

P.S. Happy New Year Guys ! :)