Baboon Logic

NOTE : In case the reader is predisposed to believe that the following account is an invented piece of writing merely to amuse him, I’ll leave him to learn the lesson from his own experiences, or as Oscar Wilde said it once in his famous play (and repeated it in all subsequent plays), from his own mistakes. Much embarrassed as I am to admit it, all that is to follow did happen, and happened with that merciless cruelty with which life draws curtains from most of its plays.

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Am I disillusioned with cricket?

Well, I don’t know what you are talking about. Cricket is still my religion, and Sachin is still my God.

India managed to get kicked out of the Cricket World Cup following its worst performance in a World Cup ever. Is that going to put a full stop to the fanaticism we have been nurturing in this country for so long? Is this where the future historians will put their fingers to point out where the decline of Indian Cricket frenzy started?

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Very few of us live today who remember those turbulent days of a past long gone by. As Charles Dickens put it, for India as a nation, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Too many things had happened the full impact of which could be realized only in hindsight, and the whole nation had plunged with its share of politicians, media barons and the academicians into a series of endless debates on what should be the emergent characteristics of India as a nation.

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The more I realize the futility of the pursuit of the beauty I had been promised in my first glance, the more tired I grow. The thirst for beauty and depth and the necessity for communication don’t matter anymore.

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Glossing over the usual disclaimers, I guess my unthinking act might have prompted an unforeseen act of self-preservation, someone deleting his blog!

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(Purists must excuse my split infinitives, if any.)

Here are five reasons why I haven’t written exclusively about myself in my blog so far -
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Eklavya has a great beginning. The first scene of the movie is probably the most powerful one. As Boman Irani recites a sonnet from Shakespeare to his dying wife, remembering the better moments of their courtship, one is mistaken for a moment about the present reality, and when the meaning of it crashes in with all its irony and cruelty, one doesn’t know whether to feel sad for Rani Ma (Sharmila Tagore) or for the Rana (Boman Irani, who is reminiscent of the kings in Shakespearean tragedies). However, this bitter irony of life soon takes a malicious turn and the movie takes off. The darker and gloomier foreground of the deathbed against the lighted backdrop sets the mood of the movie.

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Eklavya has a great beginning. The first scene of the movie is probably the most powerful one. As Boman Irani recites a sonnet from Shakespeare to his dying wife, remembering the better moments of their courtship, one is mistaken for a moment about the present reality, and when the meaning of it crashes in with all its irony and cruelty, one doesn’t know whether to feel sad for Rani Ma (Sharmila Tagore) or for the Rana (Boman Irani, who is reminiscent of the kings in Shakespearean tragedies). However, this bitter irony of life soon takes a malicious turn and the movie takes off. The darker and gloomier foreground of the deathbed against the lighted backdrop sets the mood of the movie.

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