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Saturday, September 18, 2010

SPOTted Again..

Cricket, the once-upon-a-time gentleman’s game, hit its nadir when a tiny bug named “Match- fixing” bit it hard and no one would have imagined that even after 10 years of its prevalence, cricket still struggles to break through the tentacles and free itself. The wounded minds of the cricket fans still stir  up in pain when they are reminded of a Hansie Cronje and Mohammed Azharuddin, reminded of their deeds off the field and not their prowess on the field. To quote the famous lines of Dale Earnhardt,  “You can’t let one bad moment to spoil a bunch of good ones” but the human brain is such, that one bad moment is good enough to forget thousands of good ones. And unfortunate it was that the above  mentioned names allowed that one bad moment to eclipse all the hard work they had put in to be  the  Cricketing giants they were in their era.

  Roots of Match Fixing

1919 - The first ever match fixing incident was reported when bookies bribed few players of the Chicago White Sox Team to rig the World Series.

Mid 1980s - The tournaments staged in Sharjah were accused of betting and match fixing.

2000 – Cricket wasn’t spared either when Hansie Cronje admitted to have thrown a match away for money from the bookmarkers. Names like Mohammad Azharuddin, Ajay Jadeja followed and they were handed life bans by the governing body.

Cricket was never the same since then. It was ridiculous to believe the kind of control, the underworld  and  the  bookies  exercised  over  the  sport.  It  was  disheartening  to  see  people trampling  over the national colours to get a bite of coins. Rewind to the glorious 90s when limited overs cricket was at the zenith.. The sight of a tear away pacer steaming in to bowl at a lightning quick pace and disappearing off the bat at double the rate, brought a twinkle to the eyes. The volcanic eruptions in  the stands and the ever so enthusiastic voice of Tony Greig calling the game, gives cricket fans goose bumps even now. But that is when, everything actually started going wrong..  The  dark  clouds  of  match  fixing  were  looming  large  then  and when Pakistan lost a game to the meek Bangladeshis in the 1999 World Cup, people had to voice their opinions but it was not confined only to cricketing reasons. Fingers were pointed at the chastity of  the  game  and  the  murmur  was  slowly  transforming  into  a  loud  cry.  Start  of  the  new millennium and the match fixing row found new wings to engulf Planet Cricket. Cronje accepting the charges filed against him and consequently, being banned for life from playing any form of cricket, was a fatal blow to the game. Azharuddin, Ajay Jadeja, Saleem Malik were talked about for reasons far from cricket. Immediate bans were handed out but were such steps enough to re-instill the faith and belief in the mind and heart of a common man who used to shell out a part of his hard earned money to  follow the game? Certainly not! A few regained faith after witnessing the Classic at the Eden Gardens  in 2001 and a few continue to follow the game unconditionally because of a man named Sachin Tendulkar.
 
But here, we are not just concerned about the fans but also the people who have stained the beautiful  game of  cricket.  This  is  not the  first time  that  cricket has  been accused  of such infamous incidents and Pakistan is certainly not a first-timer in such an unceremonious event.

The Not-so-glorious past for Pakistan

Saleem Malik – Banned for life in the year 2000 for having offered bribes. 

Ata-ur-Rehman – Banned for life in the same year.

Wasim Akram lost his captaincy for allegedly offering 1 lac to Ata-ur-Rehman to under perform against New Zealand in 1993.

Shoaib Akhtar claimed that he had been offered a briefcase full of money to under perform on their tour to India in 2007.

Danish Kaneria was questioned by Essex Police in the year 2009 for spot fixing.

Mohammad Yousuf and Younis Khan were banned for life after their shambolic show against Australia in 2010. Rana Naved and Shoaib Malik were banned for a year each.

Kamran Akmal is still being probed by the ICC for his shambolic display in the 2nd Test match against Australia at Sydney. He has been accused of dropping four catches deliberately in that match.

It’s certainly not a scenario where Pakistan is not going through enough. Pakistan as a nation is already in doldrums, thanks to the administrative malfunctions, both in politics and cricket, not to forget the  never ending talks about terrorism. And if at all, you want to ignore all the malfunctions, you  certainly cannot ignore the saddest story of all where Pakistan as a cricket team doesn’t have a home. Dubai turns up as their adopted home at times and sometimes it’s England. So sad is the story that it sometimes becomes difficult to know whether it’s a home series or an away game for them. After a forgetful series against the Australians, forgetful not just for cricketing reasons but also for  throwing catches/matches, Pakistan must have been raring to make a new beginning but being controversy’s favourite and obedient child, they had to bear the allegations made against Kamran Akmal who was accused of dropping four catches deliberately in the second Test match against the Australians at Sydney. And as if it was not enough, the two most promising quickies of  recent times,  both on  performance  and  form  got  themselves  strangled  in a  Spot  Fixing scandal along with their newly appointed skipper Salman Butt.

Spot Fixing? In match fixing, the players threw matches away by under performing and while spot fixing looks to be a small part of it, a collaboration of such tiny incidents can eventually lead to throwing a match away. The funniest part of the story is that the players under performed while fixing a match, here in spot fixing, they over performed by over-stepping and that too by a country  mile.  Many  would  not  want  to  laugh  at  this  comparison  but  the  act  is  certainly ridiculous.

According to a sensational Sting Operation carried out by the News of the World tabloid, it was indeed ridiculously easy to trap these cricketers. All it took the undercover reporter was to meet a London-based property dealer named Mazhar Majeed who also happened to be a manager to many of the Pakistani  players with  their endorsements and brand tie-ups. The undercover reporter met this man at the plush Hilton in Park Lane to cover one of the most important stories of his life. According to the reports, Majeed boasted of fixing matches for Pakistan in the past and that too with a lot of ease. He also claimed that the Sydney Test between Australia and Pakistan was rigged and he made 1.3 million pounds out of it. Majeed was spurred on by the reporter who had initially come in with a proposal to rope in a few Pakistani stars for some glitzy cricket tournament.

On being asked about betting, Majeed spilled the beans on it claiming that it was a walk in the park since a pool of players were already into it and he was making a lot of money with it. The claims that he went on making during that conversation strengthened the speculation of how bad a rut, cricket finds itself in, not just Pakistani cricket. Majeed went on to claim that he could easily fix spots and on being offered a massive sum of 1,40,000 pounds, Majeed revealed the information which created ripples for the times to come.

Mohammad Asif and Aamer went on to bowl no-balls exactly as Majeed had predicted. They were not mere no-balls, they were like a dagger which ripped apart the hearts of the cricket fans all around the world. It was not a case where Asif was blamed for the first time. He had already found himself out of the cricket field for having carried drugs with him in the past. But spare a thought for Aamer, a young man, who was being touted as the next big thing in the World of Cricket. There might be a bit of leniency working in his favour, thanks to his age, but is this how it should be? Salman Butt has also been  accused to be one of the prime movers in this dark period and ICC has already taken stern action by banning them for time unknown.

Salman Butt, Mohammad Asif and Mohammad Aamer (L to R)

Majeed went on to reveal how exactly the whole method of Spot fixing works? There are small brackets set where a batting side might be asked to score a certain amount of runs and they start off briskly to  give an impression that they would overtake it. What follows that, is a dry period where  not many  runs  are scored and  finally  the  people who had put  their money, knowing the actual information, derive the rewards. The same formula works for the bowlers too. The next revelation he made was one of the most shocking ones. Both the batsmen and the bowlers have their own ways to indicate that the plans are on. The bowlers might stop midway in their run up and the batsmen might just ask for a change of gloves at a stipulated time.

No doubts that such operations have been christened as Sting Operations. They do sting the whole  cricketing fraternity and the venom that goes in with it, leaves a bad taste. Once, the players dreamt of playing in their national colours and now those dreams have been put up for “SALE”. All these events convey a sad story and it’s ultimately cricket which suffers.

Now what does the governing body do? Is handing out life bans going to be enough, especially when we have had many such bans in the past only to witness such incidents again and again? They say, time is  the best healer but it’s been a decade now and the worries seem to be aggravating all the time.

Cricket’s bleeding at the moment. The current times are pregnant with a horde of questions against  the chastity of the game. It’s time for the cricket administrative bodies to join hands before trying to clean the stains. It’s time for the ICC to stand up tall and be the coagulant.

Despite all the ballyhoo, a die-hard cricket fan would still like to believe that nothing beats a gorgeous  drive through the covers. Nothing comes close to a perfect away swinging delivery which does the batsman in. Nothing comes close to the drama when a fielder fumbles or fails to cling on to a catch in  the dying stages of a match. But what if someone says that it was just because of a bowler  intentionally bowling it wide outside the stumps? What if someone says that it was a batsman who deliberately didn’t score rather than the bowler bowling too well? What if someone questions the integrity of a fielder who has put down a catch for reasons more than just sheer pressure?

There would be a lot of questions in the minds of the fan. Would you dare to believe that the bowler actually missed his count when he stopped midway in his run up? Would you want to believe that it’s just the perspiration which leads to a change of gloves for the batsman? Would you not think twice?

This article was written in Sept. 2010 and was published in P3..Not Just Page 3, followed by Cricbuzz.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Beautiful Firsts

As the calendar rolls over,
And the clock ticks by..
I slowly realise,
That cannot come back, what has gone by..

The undying faith of being safe when thrown up in air,
The soft hands which form a cradle to embrace me,
While from one corner, my Mom just stares..
The big applause on my first wobbly step,
Made me realise that I'm no less than a rockstar..

My first day at school where my Mom waved at me,
Scared I was when I knew that she won't be with me..
Joys of having my first ever friend and soon my first fight with him,
The chances of being carefree again, have now gone dim..

The fancy dreams of standing out in a crowd,
The efforts to make my parents proud..
The urge of being special in someone's mind,
Those were the days when nothing else played on my mind..

The first letter to her, the first nod of hers,
The endless talks and the long walks..
The dreams of building a world of our own,
And all this while, the feelings had just grown..

The first date and the first kiss,
Unforgettable moments they were and I kept dreaming of revisiting this..
Amidst all this, the world moved on,
Suggesting to me about the responsibilities piling on..

The same teen spunk was now dressed in formals,
All ready to be a professional..
The homework made way for deadlines now,
Fun and frolic were no more a part of now..
At times, the punk would spark off again,
Grabbing his beer and babbling all the way,
School friends were remembered with a strange smile and a lot of pain, and missed those who were miles away..

Joys remained but definitions changed,
Scholarship made way for my first pay check..
The expression on my parents' face was a moment to cherish,
And as I look back now, it's a life without a blemish..

Every first holds a special place,
A beautiful moment which nothing can replace..

P.S: Hope this post has lived up to the expectations, especially when it has come after a long time. Have a read and feedback welcome. Cheers!

Monday, January 18, 2010

Love Birds...

Dreary was that lighthouse which stood firm amidst the lashing waves,
In an everlasting longing for love..
Tenebrific clouds and ruthless waters,
Seemed to be deceasing this fort, posted miles away from life..

It was that time of the year when this fort sprung back to life,
Migrating birds from places out of sight, chose this abandoned place to stall..
Antithetic were the flocks which settled in,
But for the two, who discovered new breath and life..

Bizarre it was for the two tiny birds to stay in a trance,
Amidst all the fluttering, they shared a glance..
Here was the skyline where the world seemed at peace,
Where the dark skies dropped in to meet the seas,
Incomplete it seemed, yet so complete it was,
When the young birds coquetted and the hustle came to a pause..

As the moon rose up to light the sky,
The love-birds together flew so high..
The flight was enchanting, the wings felt new,
The hearts seemed knit together,
And the lighthouse shied as the romance grew..

Two unknowns had now come together,
The love here seemed to last forever..
The lighthouse was beaming like never before,
Gusts of wind were smelling of new vigour..

But forced were the lovers to fly with their flocks,
Leaving their hearts back on the rocks,
Nature played devil in the form of a tornado,
The hearts were ripped, the joys curtailed,
Never they thought that such would prevail..

The waves grew up to match the heights,
Unlike before, an unpleasant sight..
The roars frightened and the lighthouse stirred,
The birds reared up to desert the fort..

The waters were turbulent,
The once love-filled skies bore a dagger with itself,
The hearts bled but love's a fighter..
Much like a revolt it rose up again,
Forced were the lovers to unite again..

It wasn't just the love of the two,
The cries of the athirst fort reverberated the rocks,
More than it was once shaken by the Nature Gods..
The love-birds reached, fighting the opposing winds,
Their wings scathed but love so surreal..
Re-united they were, breathing they were,
Love and blood poured together..
The last breath seemed the first together,
Together they couldn't live, together they died,
A newer life away from this life,
Two young hearts stayed knit together...

P.S: Sincere thanks to all my readers who have been honest to me with their feedbacks. I hope this post lives upto your expectations. Comments welcome, Cheers!

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

It's better to have loved and lost...

New academic session, new classes and a new girl joined our school,
How can I forget those silly moments when every new-comer was made to look a fool..
The increased study hours, the haste to complete notes, I kept dreaming of handing them over to start friendship on a good note..
The urge to be her seat-mate, the feeling of being with her, the lil' crazy moments when I hid to scare her..

Be it "FLAMES" or a few numerological tests,
The more I think about them now, the more hilarious it gets..
The way we used to carve our desks with the names of our puppy love(s),
The way we used to tell our best friends, "Ohh yes, I am in love!"


Staring at her during prayers in school, Chasing her all the way after school..
Never did we hate our Sundays this much, Never did we lament a holiday this much,
Was it love or was it not? We just wanted to be back at school..

The group leaders we cajoled, the new friends we made..
We made sure that our pair was made,
The dream of holding her hand and dancing with her,
The mistakes we kept making just to keep feeling her..
The function finally arrived and tension crept in,
She was busy performing and I kept on dreaming,
We bagged the first prize and she hugged her boy,
I was running high fever and shivering in joy..

One fine day, I told her about me. She shied away and smiled at me,
The wait got longer and it all looked bizarre..
And then she came to me, saying, "I'm yours and mine you're"..

The end of anxiety saw the beginning of excitement,
No points for guessing that music was our prime entertainment,
The Ricky Martins were gone, The Enriques were on..
Time for a change we said.. Time now we changed, we said..
The unnecessary shave we went for, the costly deodarants we put on,
The cute cards we looked for and the money-making, non-existent xerox we went for..
The desperation of being the first one on her b'days to wish,
To the dreams of staying together in bliss..

The love was blindening, the joys were deafening,
The heights attained seemed so enthralling but the thought of fall was frightening..
The days were getting over, the long vacation drew itself closer,
A quick glance, a short goodbye,
A misty smile is what I managed in that shortwhile..
Every rise has a fall, every cruiser comes to a crawl..
Our Spring was coming to an end,
An Autumn is what the Almighty had suddenly sent..

The calendar kept rolling and the day had to come,
The feeling's sinking in and I was going numb..
Our school re-opened and my eyes searched for her,
The silence grew longer and the clock ticked slower..
I finally saw the little steps making their way,
I was all smiles and you were just so grey,
The vacation had ended but the problems grew,
Your indifference was a bolt from the blue.
The lil' scare had finally grown huge,
The fear of losing had me bemused..

I searched for darkness in darkness,
Dark had gotten life and I seeked darkness even then, perhaps to hide my life..
Once my life was vested in you and now I am running out of life,
Or wait, is it you running out of my life..


P.S: I've tried to keep it as schoolish as I could, Light emotions if dealt with heavy metallic words might just have spoilt the mood. Don't kill me for terminating the love story in the end... Special thanks to Nishant Sir who has generously helped me with some good research on puppy love/teen love/school love. Thanks for being there, Sir. I hope you guys relate to this, Comments welcome!

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

I dream of you, my dream!



Need no wings to fly always.. 

Need no eyes to see always..
Need no lips to murmur always..
What I need is to pick up a dream..
A dream that sets me on a flight..
A dream that shows me my world..
A dream that speaks my heart..
The more I chase her, the more she runs away, the more she eludes me..
One day I will, I certainly will, stand on the other side of the line,
Smile at her, rid her of all the curls, trace back to my first day of seeing her in my lil' twinkling eyes back on a winter night..
Hold her tight coz this night is different,
Way different to that first night where she was realised,
But not inside, not beside..
Tonight I have you, I sight you in me,
I feel like nursing you, I feel like playing with you,
I won't let you fly away, I have finally made you mine..
Coz' I am just not another dreamer, I am a lover..
I shall love you all night tonight,
Before I set my eyes to dream again,
Before I make a dream out of this dream!