IPL 2010:LADY FRANCHISEE CO-OWNERS & THEIR DISRUPTIONS

IPL 2010 has started and once again all eyes are now set on it. The moolah, the glamor and the hype makes the IPL all the very interesting event in itself. IPL is certainly the cynosure of cricketing world and that gives it immense attention. As part of the immense attention and through my curious observation I have noticed an important factor that might just work in favor of any IPL team in turning the things around. Yes, I m serious and I will try to justify my observation as much as possible through a case study.

Ok, now coming to the observation. Few of the franchisee owners sit with their teams in the player's dugout during the IPL match especially Priety Zinta- the Kings XI Punjab's co-owner, and Nita Ambani- the Mumbai Indian's co-owner. Both the ladies are big time cricket crazy fans and their enthusiasm is unmatched to anyone else on the cricket field. Thanks to their so called celebrity quotient that their every reaction is captured by the TV channel along with the real battle between the bat and the ball taking place on the cricket field during the IPL match. As a result, everyone pretty much who is glued to the television set during the IPL match will know how active are our cricket crazy ladies during the match. Yes, they clap, they shout and they do all the things that a crazy cricket fan will do. They both love their teams and support them as no one else do - just like the biggest fan of their IPL teams, but there is a catch!!

In the IPL 2010, it is very much observed from the initial matches that both our super ladies ( Preity & Nita Ambani) sit primarily in the player's dugout along the team and mostly, the team's coach sits just next to them. I m very critical about the fact that the franchisee owners sit in the player's dugout during the IPL match. I think its a very important thing strategically and it may very significantly impact the team's overall performance. It's probably very important to give the space to the team of its own. The reasons- (1) its an all men cricket team and, the atmosphere and the comfort level among the players is definitely disturbed with the presence of the lady in the dugout; (2) there is that men's talk that takes place among the male athletes during their match that is completely thrown out of the window with the presence of the lady; (3) the outburst of lady emotions during the match when its a pressure condition just adds extra pressure on the team members as they can see their owner-ladies right in front of their eyes; (4) since, both the ladies are pretty much new to the game and are cricket enthusiasts, they discuss all the minute details of the game with the coach or the players during the course of the match, which could be really annoying as it may just cause the collapse in their concentrations; (5) there is a worst case possibility that in the dugouts when the owners sit besides the player with whom they share greater camaraderie, it may cause tiff among the team on the lines of politics and favoritism; and (6) last reason is very obvious that when the pretty lady like Preity Zinta sits in the player's dugout it's very human of the male team members to lose focus of the match. So, my conclusion with this case study will be to leave the team alone in the dugouts during the match and let them completely focus on the game. At the maximum if our franchisee owners want to meet their team they can come for few minutes  during the match and let the coaching staff take care of everything else. I m sure it will only reap better results for the IPL teams.

P.S. This case study is purely my opinion only. I love the enthusiasm of lady IPL franchisee owners especially Priety Zinta, she is live-wire, but I also want to see Kings XI Punjab win and for that matter Mumbai Indians as well.

BELIEF

Belief, its a strange word.

When you have it, you just have it.

You dont listen to others.

Your heart automatically favors it.

Good, bad or ugly,

Whatever it may be,

But you cant think beyond it.

For you its the only thing.

Its the only correct thing.

Yet, its so different,

Yet, its so relative. 

When you dont have it, you just dont have it.

It might be the thing,

But you see it futile.

Nothing else but only futile.

Belief could be anything,

Sometimes its on God,

Sometimes its on religion,

Sometime its on somebody,

Sometimes its on something.

Strange is the word in itself.

Yet taken positively, changes life,

But devastates otherwise.

They say it- You have it, You will do it,

But it's not always right.

What if the belief is not right?

It is significant,

But only when you get it right!!

      

TIME TRAVEL

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I felt the pain in my head, a very severe headache. I tried to open my eyes, but there was a bright light coming straight into my eyes. It was all blurred. Before I could even visualize anything clearly, I got hit by a bamboo cane, and then there was another blow. I shouted in pain but the assault didn't stop, I got thrashed again and again. Sometimes, I could feel more than one blow at a time. Yes, I realized they were all after me. I shouted but it didn't stop instead it followed with the big black leather boots coming from all directions, hitting me hard everywhere on my body where ever they could find space. I could feel the throttle in my breath as I tried to hide my face against the earth. The mud was all over me, I could feel the heat both from the surface of the earth and from every single portion of my body. I could feel my whole body totally wet, but it was hard to distinguish between the blood and the sweat.

Suddenly, I heard a bold manly voice abusing me. The blurry image started becoming clearer and I could still not hear anything properly, but finally I could see one of them. He was dressed in a red and white bright colored military uniform, a white leather belt around his waist, a row of lustrous medallions starting from both ends of his chest towards the center, a black colored hat on his head, and the shoulder batches shinning in the bright sun with 'East India Company' embedded over them. He was white, tall with broad athletic body like a gigantic hulk. There were two others with him similarly dressed but of lower rung with lesser medallions on their uniforms. They were all at me, hitting me, abusing me and simultaneously repeating one thing- "You bloody farmer, how dare you don't pay us the tax!!"

I could barely move my body to run away from them. I had already lost all my energy to react or to say anything, only my eyes were witnessing the assault on my half numb body. Suddenly, I heard the outbreak of few distant voices approaching towards us with the slogan of-"East India Company, Murdabad, Murdabad; Hindustan Zindabad, Hindustan Zindabad !!". The assault came to the halt. The voices became even louder, though I could hardly see with my injured eyes yet it was evident that it was a group of 5-6 people. My eyes started shutting down, I could hardly see whats happening, but I can hear the huge cries. I could feel while lying on the ground that both the groups were fighting with each other. Abruptly, I heard gun shots, one after the other, six in a row. I could hear those last cries and then there was a complete moment of mourn.

I tried to open my eyes and saw a pistol heading towards me. I got scared and I started saying my prayers. The pistol was placed at the center of my forehead and I heard an English voice- "Kill him!!". I could feel the sound of the pistol's trigger in its process of being pressed, but suddenly I heard a voice and felt being shaken by someone. I said- What? She replied-"Why cannot you sleep nice and quiet? Its too late, we have to go office tomorrow". I realized it was a dream but felt nice that my wife saved my life. I smiled, kissed my wife and slept again.

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COMING BACK TO LIFE

Somebody said- "Life comes in parts and parcels"; yes, it certainly does. Everyday cannot be the same, everyday cannot be our day and everyday we cannot be happy. It happens with all of us, we all live a life, which is a never ending vicious circle consisting of happiness and of sadness one after the other, but the catch is- it's uncontrollable!!


What we want may not happen at the time when we want it the most, what we wish may not fulfill at the time when we want it to come true, and there might be complete uninvited devastation happen in our life at the time when everything is fine, but shall we become angry to life on this and start living life in depression? When we are in a negative frame of mind it feels like a doomsday, it feels if the world has reached to apocalypse. We almost visualize the Armageddon in which the evil has defeated all the good things of our lives. Our heart fills with sorrowful thoughts with no hope of happiness coming back to life. This is the real time, which draws the bifurcation between a warrior and a chickenhearted. I don't say that all those who try to fightback but not succeed are chickenhearted but it's the others who lose the courage and the hope to fightback, and accepts to live with what is happening. The fire to fightback is important to be what we want to be but it is easier said then done. Even the most powerful of soul fumbles in its road to coming back to life. Yet, the one who ignores the pain, the failure and the agony, makes an impact. 


IGNORANCE, yes that is what we need to show the monstrous things happening in our lives and we need to keep telling ourselves that- "It might have stopped everything in my life at this very moment of time, but I m going to plan and live the life the way I want it". Just remember when your parents at home and teachers at class used to say-"Pay Attention To Me", and you just wanted to ignore that thing, this is your time where you have to follow that very childish feeling, the big royal ignore to all the wrong things happening in life. Persist with what you want in your life, insist yourself to keep trying again and again, and assist your soul to your utmost important goal of life.

Slowly and steadily you will scale the new heights on the mountain of difficulties and soon you will realize that you are back in the plains again. Yes, you have crossed all the difficulties and the train of your life is back on the right track heading towards the correct destination of life, and this is when its coming back to life...... 

DEDICATED TO F.R.I.E.N.D.S

If someone asks me about what I miss from the older days of my life then my answer will be very straight forward- "the very special people of my life- F.R.I.E.N.D.S". It's not that I have completely broken off with my good old friends but of course, the quality of time spent with them never seem to be coming back again and I miss it badly. I realized when we are in school we make friends and we spend almost the complete day with our friends. Those moments get over as soon as the schooling comes to an end. Soon, we start understanding the world, the people and the environment.

While we are in school, we make friends with each and everyone, but with no understanding other than that my friends play with me everyday. As soon as we enter the university, we start recognizing our friends in categories- something like Best friends, friends but not best friends and hello-hi friends. This subdivision mainly evolves with the kind of relationship we share with our friends and the time spent together. The bond of friendship probably flourishes the most while we are in college. In my opinion i.e. the age where we find the maximum number of friends to carry with us for whole life. Even I had such kind of various sets of friends but I have felt that there were various significant moments of life spent with all of them despite all the subdivisions. There are thousands of memories that comes to the mind with small small things we experience or see in our daily lives.

Its very often when we hear the name of our alma mater and all those friends start flashing in front of our eyes. Sometimes, an old movie coming on the television creates the deja vu from the past while we watched that movie in past with our friends. Then there are some songs, they always bring back the good old memories back. Like that there are so many different things that always pull us back in the memory lane and every now and then we remember our friends. One thing I have to say its not about the places or the things but its about the people, the very special friends who are part of our memories.

I have also realized the bitter truth of life that there is no certainty that we get a chance to spend the quality of time, which we spent together in the past. As we all grow, the work or the job takes us to different places, its not that we lose contact to our friends or we lose our best friends but we compromise on the purest relationship of friendship for career and the other comforts of life. Also, this is true that while we achieve something significant in career and life or we suffer tragedy, we always miss our best friends both for their support and for sharing the joyous moments of life. Such is the importance of friends in life.


On a personal note, while I listen the song- Rubaroo from the movie Rang De Basanti reminds me of all my friends. So, whenever you hear this song just think for a second that I remember you all :).

May You All Have The Best of Life & Long Live the F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P!!!