small things

• trample dried leaves in a park, experience the crush
  
• stamp an empty cigarette pack on street, feel collapse
• the "much" needed break in bus journey and the bliss
• new shoes, any reflecting surface on the way, stealthy self analyzing glance
• dew on glass, magic wand called finger and works of art
• a child still in his own unknown world, his innocent smile
  
• measure walk on square tiles, a game between the two feet. equal the number of lines crossed by each, win
• hand taking the bite to your mouth, face of the stray dog standing there

Demise of Cricket?

Its a sad occasion and the world seems to be celebrating. Driven by the large potential for money minting and providing entertainment to masses, a beautiful (gentleman's) game called cricket has been murdered brutally by so called harbingers of the sport that to some was more than a religion. Sport that in its subtleties is much more than just hitting the ball has been reduced precisely to that.

No more mind games, no more temperament being tested, and no more application of the 'real' technique. I pity those who used the statement "what a leave !". Sadly we wont hear that ever again. You better return back to the pavilion. We cannot afford a dot ball. Its no more a game of setting yourself in and reading the situation. There is no situation. Its only about how well you can take the shine off that spherical leather object. Keep hitting or get lost. We also used to hear a statement " What a great batsman, really puts a heavy price tag on his wicket ". Haha ! no more. Its sheer stupidity. There's no concept of 'throwing' your wicket away anymore. Its just the rule of the game. Batsmen can live happily. No more blames for playing a rash shot. Its all they have to play. "Get your body behind the ball" wont be appreciated anymore. I guess, all the coaching manuals have to be re-written now. Spinners might well be an extinct species in the world of cricket. The next generation wouldn't even know what a flighted delivery is, nobody would tech them. Never leave a delivery. Forget the sound of willow of that solid forward/backfoot defence. Who the hell tries to play straight!! "Elbow straight and body behind the line" stop kidding !! .. and so on.

Cricket will die soon. Transition from test to one-dayers and now 20 20. I love the play on the wearing down 4th day pitch. I love the 1st session with batsmen showcasing an art of leaving the ball. Get through the initial spell of pacers moving the ball. How each day of a test match was a battle in iteslf. A battle of techniques, mind and application.
Alas! coming generations might not even know that a cricket match lasted for 5 days! How experts used to comment "see through the spell of new ball". Now that is what all is left. No more specialist openers, no more specific players at specific positions. No more spinners, no more flight. A highly reduced commentator's lexicon "That's a biggie and here's another one". That's all what's left.

I used to love the game. Not sure anymore.

irrelevant

an extremely fragile mind.

a mesh... of thoughts, of feelings, of observations, of interpretations, of conclusions.

at a given point of time it chooses what it chooses to choose. modified, distorted, customized version of reality. but who knows what reality is.

doubt is a funny thing. there's a justification. actual problem arises when there are two. stupidity forces to believe the less comforting one. wish that the mind was strong enough. wish that the thoughts had more control. thoughts travel faster than anything else. to places and times undesired in times of doubt. wish places could be serene and times better. all depends on the mode. the mode on thoughts. thoughts on mind. mind on control. circle completes.

disarray.