It's Just Not Cricket

The last decade has been a turbulent one for World Cricket – with the dizzying highs of England’s Ashes triumph to the shocking lows of the match fixing saga…

But that was all behind us… Twenty 20 cricket had smashed its way on to the world stage with a World Cup tournament second to none. And after the fiasco that was the 2007 World Cup in the West Indies, it was a welcome change to have a global tournament where supporters would be praying for their team to win and not to ensure there wasn’t an electricity cut! – As an aside kudos to South Africa cricket for organising such a fantastic world cup. They did it with the 2003 world cup and have followed suit with the Twenty 20. This would support a very strong case for the next football (soccer for any Americans out there…) world cup to be staged in Africa.

Just as normal service seemed to have resumed in the cricket world today, a new interruption occurs – a Racism row in an India-Australia series. The immediate reaction to a statement like this has always been ‘What have the Aussies done now?’ (Unfortunately, there have been several incidents where they have lacked indiscretion and insensitivity when it comes to other cultures – a la Dean Jones and Darren Lehmann). But they seemed to have learnt from the past or maybe it was all that time Brett Lee spent singing with Asha Bhosle!

This time around, the Aussies are on the receiving end – to be more precise; one Aussie – Andrew Symonds. The claims are that he was subjected to monkey noises and taunts as he came out to bat by the crowd – most recently in Mumbai. There have been some culprits identified but no real action taken - herein lies the issue. Not that there was some childish, ignorant idiot in the crowd doing what he thought was a lot of fun, but that this issue has not been nipped in the bud (of course it doesn’t help that there are players in the team that instigate and promote such reckless behaviour). What is most appalling is that the BCCI proudly states that they have not complied with the ICC ruling to appoint a racism commissioner to stamp out this behaviour in the game. The reason; India is too big. Surely a board that is supposed to manage all aspects of cricket in India can find a way. Further, Mr Niranjan Shah, Secretary of the BCCI, argues for Symonds to prove that he was subjected to abuse. Surely, Mr Shah, that is what the board should do!

Here’s something for Mr Niranjan Shah and the BCCI to ponder:

Have every cricket board appoint a racism commissioner for their state – this should not just combat racial abuse at visiting international teams but at state teams as well. World articles talk about the caste issue in India but that is not as prevalent as something more dangerous – the state bias; South versus North; State vs State.

Have an overall chief commissioner present at every international series akin to the match umpire.

Impose strict bans and fines on improper crowd behaviour – it may mean that security actually have to work for a living rather than watch the game but then…

Of course this will cost money (that the BCCI has in bucketfuls – gold bucketfuls) and it will take a lot of process and paperwork (which the BCCI also already has). But before any of this, the BCCI has to take the matter seriously. This is NOT something that can be brushed aside and must be dealt with swiftly!

This is one occasion where the issue of racism must be stamped out immediately without partiality – it has no place today – either in the game or our day to day lives. Most importantly, it puts a damper on what is still perceived to be a gentleman’s game - it's just not cricket!

Shivaji: The Boss - A Review

Rajnikanth, the evergreen hero of the Tamil film industry, an icon in his own right and in millions of minds in India makes a much anticipated return to film in the movie ‘Shivaji’. Teaming up with director Shankar (of Gentleman, Jeans and Indian fame) and music maestro AR Rahman, super star Rajnikanth provides 3 hours and 5 minutes of non-stop entertainment.



The storyline and plot are nothing to inspire. The usual formulaic ideas reveal themselves again. Why else would this be a Rajnikanth movie? Aesthetically pleasing with some unique numbers from AR Rahman featuring Blaaze and his rap stylings. (Blaaze actually grew up with me, so it’s nice to see him live his dream).

The heroine Shriya does an adequate job while Vivek in a comedy role provides numerous laughs particularly at Rajnikanth’s expense as he mimics him on multiple occasions. Suman plays and acts his villainous role to perfection.

The witty dialogues by Sujatha play puns on the movie’s name and the actors of yesteryear, particularly the late Sivaji Ganeshan and on previous Rajnikanth movies.

While I could go into the storyline and the nuances of the movie, to be quite honest, there isn’t much to it. Just another crowd pleaser providing good solid entertainment with plenty of comedy, drama, action and romance along the way. Set to make crores and crores at the box office, tickets have already been sold out for months in advance in India, even at an asking price of 1500 rupees.

Check it out at a theatre near you… and please leave your brain at home. Definitely one of the better tamil movies I have seen recently.

I rate it 5/5 for pure entertainment.

My Kingdom for a Coach

Graham Ford is India’s new coach – well, not really. He has turned down the job for ‘personal reasons’. As many columnists have pointed out (including Mukul Kesavan and Ian Chappell), the BCCI were very egoistical (for lack of a better word or rather because there is no better word) in their selection process for the coach. Of course, one could expect nothing less from an organisation that utilise an equally cumbersome and political process to select the cricket team itself. But cricket selection is the topic for another rant blog!

The BCCI in all their glory probably felt that the lure of several zeros before a decimal point would be all that is required to entice their chosen candidate to the coaching role. Alas, that was not to be. It seems Graham Ford put his personal life before his career and of course, money – a train of thought that would probably be lost on the BCCI.

Several comments have emerged as to why he turned down the job. The speculation is rife from his tentativeness to be in the subcontinent to the apparent shock at the appalling state of affairs within the BCCI. Of course, the other speculation is that he simply wanted a free trip to India. Is it so hard to believe that his personal circumstances may simply have changed? Or that after further contemplation, he simply didn’t feel it was the right opportunity for him at the moment? Could it be that his reason’s were oh so simple and obvious?

On thing is for certain, I wouldn’t want the Jamaican police investigating his reasons for turning down the job!

The ICC wise men - Part 1

Recently, the International Cricket Council formed a cricket committee to look at all matters cricket. At their recently concluded two day meeting in Dubai, numerous recommendations were unleashed on to the unsuspecting public. All designed to rekindle interest and better cricket all the world round.

Firstly, the issue of ball tampering reared it’s ugly head. The list of unfair or unpermitted actions included:

• Deliberately throwing the ball into the ground to rough it up.
• Applying any non-artificial substance for the purpose other than to polish the ball.

How the umpires are meant to discern that the actions are deliberately to change the condition of the ball is beyond me. What if a fielder drops the ball on the ground, is that now deliberate or uncoordination? Fielders in the outfield often throw bump balls to ensure the ball gets to the stumps or fielders. Do fielders with weak arms now get penalised?

It is understandable and quite commendable that ball tampering is on the forefront of the committee and the eradication of such on their minds. However, the line between deliberate tampering and accidental is so thin that even if one were pulled up for the offence, the evidence presented may not stand up at all.

Regardless of all the rules and regulations enforced, tampering will always lurk in some corner of the cricketing outfield waiting to rear it’s ugly head. The only thing one can expect from the officials is consistency across both teams.

It reminds me of an anecdote by Chris Pringle, former New Zealand fast bowler and his escapades in Pakistan. While reverse-swing was still in its infancy, New Zealand toured Pakistan at a time when neutral umpires were unheard of. By consistently scuffing up the ball, Imran Khan and his band of merry cricketers were able to devastate through the New Zealand batting lineup. After numerous complaints to the umpire that went unheeded, Chris Pringle decided that he would fight fire with fire. Using a bottle top on the outfield, he scuffed the cricket ball to return his best ever figures in international cricket. When the Pakistan team complained to the umpire, his response was Now it is the same for both teams

More to follow.

Murder they tried to write...

Bob Woolmer, former coach of the Pakistan cricket team, was found dead in his hotel room on March 18. Since then, there have been many twists and turns in the investigation by Jamaican police. Such varying reports from strangulation to snake venom in wine bottles to the implication of former Pakistani cricketer Mushtaq Ahmed.

Enter Scotland Yard. After detailed investigations, their conclusions were a lot less sensational. Bob Woolmer died of natural causes – heart failure and chronic ill health. Claims that had been rubbished by the Jamaican Police as unhelpful.

Spare a thought for the Woolmer family, being to-ed and fro-ed in multiple directions. But still the drama continued, with the lead pathologist claiming that he stood by his story.
Amidst all this was of course public speculation on divides within the Pakistan camp and claims of match fixing and fundamentalism.

It seems that the rollercoaster has come to an end. Although, Jamaican police are yet to officially comment, it is not widely being reported that they will have to make a retraction that Bob Woolmer did in fact die of natural causes. An unfortunate but rather mundane affair after all.

A full chronology is on Cricinfo
I guess that’s why there isn’t a CSI: Jamaica.

Surface-ing

First they took the desktop world by storm, then they took on Java, then the iPod (albeit unsuccessfully) and the world of gaming (with better success). Now Microsoft, look set to change the way we ‘interface’ with computers. In the world of computers and software in particular, user interface design and methodologies are often overlooked as a means to an end. Of course the times have changed with the advent of the rich Web 2.0 and feature rich operating systems such as Windows Vista.

Mobile devices and tablet pcs took human computer interaction to a new frontier with interfaces more ‘natural’. The push for user friendly interfaces has become more prevalent in today’s world with design principles such as natural mapping coming to the fore. The importance on look and feel of an application is almost as significant as if it actually works. Often devices fail not because of their inability to function but because they are not user friendly or intuitive.
Of course there are exceptions, such as the Blackberry. Why such an expensive, functional device has a keyboard so small still amazes me? After much contemplation I have come to only one conclusion – outsourcing. It must be cheaper to build a blackberry in the land of Lilliput! But I digress…

Where is all this going? Microsoft of course! Microsoft has taken human computer interfaces to a new degree. The Surface. Yep – that’s what they called it. It’s describes as a coffee table computer that interacts with whatever is placed on the surface. So you can write on it, use a touch screen. There is even a suggestion that placing a cellphone on it will automatically download ringtones to your mobile device.



Some might say it’s just a glorified tablet. That it may be, but if truly integrates with it’s surroundings, it presents a significant advance in device-to-device communication. Of course, being a table, it enables multiple users to interact with the system at the same time. A whole new meaning to the word – lunch/coffee meeting. The concept is that you can sit around this ‘coffee table’ and hold meetings, conferences in a significantly different way.

As impressed as I was with this coffee table of tommorow, one question still irked my mind: Where do I actually keep my coffee? According to some comments, barcode technology will be used meaning that the Surface will not interact with any device it hasn’t been programmed to recognize. So rather than refilling my coffee cup when I place it on the Surface, I’ll simply get an unsightly stain.

Maybe the next plugin to the Microsoft Surface should be the Surface Cleaner!

It's only a game

The cricket world cup is upon us. 16 nations take on each other in the idyllic paradise that is the West Indies to see who will be triumphant and crowned world champions come 28^th April 2007. It has been a week of dizzying highs and plummeting lows from shock wins by Bangladesh against India and Ireland knocking out former world champions Pakistan. But there won’t be any celebrations today… today, the whole cricketing world is in mourning. Bob Woolmer, Pakistani coach, has passed away after being found unconscious in his hotel room.

Yesterday, when Bangladesh and Ireland triumphed at the world cup, there would have been millions of Indians and Pakistanis in disbelief. But it’s only a game, India and Pakistan will play another day and World Cups will keep coming around. On a day like this, there is no carnival atmosphere or celebrations. A day like today puts everything in perspective. Win or lose, as the cliché goes, It’s only a game. For there are far more important things in life.

Today the entire cricketing world unites for a greater reason, a more important purpose – to pay their respects to Bob Woolmer, an ambassador of the game, a fantastic player, a tremendous coach but most importantly a friend and compatriot of the cricketing fraternity.

John Wright’s Indian Summers - Prologue to a review

Firstly to avoid any confusion this is a book review and not that of someone’s holidays in India. Though to some that’s exactly what John Wright had.

The setting is India - a concoction of colour and culture. Over 1 billion people and every single one of them cricket crazy. India was reeling from the implications and allegations of the match fixing saga (aka Hansiegate). The team being it's usual mercurial self which such great achievements as losses to Kenya.

Enter John Wright. The former New Zealand opener and captain. Mooted as a candidate for the Indian coaching job. Certainly not the frontrunner – after all he was a foreigner. India had never had a foreign coach and there certainly wasn’t a shortage of former Indian players rushing for the job. As fate would have, this former Canterbury lad from one of the smallest countries in the world (where the sheep far outweigh the people) was to coach the most populous cricketing nation in the world through several heady and giddy years.

Indian Summers is John Wright’s personal account and thoughts on his journey and time with the Indian cricket team. John Wright has written this book in much the same way he played and coached (I realise after reading the book) – sharp and straight to the point. Nice and simple. It feels like reading his diary and joining him on the tumultuous rollercoaster ride when he was Indian coach – enduring the dizzying highs and the cavernous lows. Not to say it is dry, quite the contrary in fact. John has lent his rather quirky and witty sense of humour through the book while not missing the point.

What it is not and never claims to be is a gossipy, trashy, tell-all, scandal-ridden behind the scenes recount of a team filled with such talented players who miraculously seem to find a little time in their busy ad-filled, restaurant-running, endorsement-packed lives to play a bit of cricket. There are no great revelations of factions within the team or scandalous dressing room altercations between players and coach. And I for one have to say it is a nice refreshing change….

The Real Last King of Scotland

Following on from my last blog post reviewing The Last King of Scotland here is another movie, much older which depicts Amin in a, shall we say, less flattering light. I have only seen the trailer but it looks like some interesting watching albeit propaganda. Keeping in mind of course that the movie was made while Amin was still alive.

The Last King of Scotland - A Review

A last minute dash to the movie theatre and after several minutes of grueling parallel car parking, I was at the movies. Accompanied by a close friend of mine, we weren’t at a multiplex but rather a quaint arthouse theatre. Due to our lack of planning and coordination, we had chosen a movie that closely matched our timings. An afternoon session of The Last King of Scotland. All I knew was that it revolved around General Idi Amin – the Ugandan self proclaimed ‘father of the country’. A relatively unknown cast, an independent film, an off-beat topic – what lay in store?

Brilliant! This could be one of the most defining moments in Forest Whitaker’s career. He pulls off an amazing performance as Amin and at times makes you wonder if he really didn’t know Amin at all. Such is his portrayal of the character. Having lived in Africa and seen many movies about the dark continent, my pet peeve has always been the little things like pronunciation of words and accents of actors. Whitaker gets it all down to a tee including speaking the local dialects. In fact if I hadn’t known, I may have mistaken him for a Ugandan. He is Idi Amin. In his own inimitable way, he makes us love and hate Amin and gives a human touch to a person most of the world knew only as a monster. But at the same time he doesn’t forsake the side of Amin most of the world saw. In a single scene and throughout the movie he morphs from the powerful dictator to a big laughing teddy bear and back. A truly amazing performance!

The other actors have also played their part but they are all supporting actors including James McAvoy who plays the Scottish Dr Nicholas Garrigan, the protagonist, through whose eyes we see the plot unfold. He plays his part as do the others but they are all supporting actors and overshadowed by the enormous Whitaker.

There are some who may say that the plot is contrived and there may be some merit to that. But in this post I am going to refrain from commenting because I don’t want to give any spoilers. One thing I will comment is how the movie has quite elegantly intertwined real events in Uganda's history into the film and on more than one occasion used it to propel the plot forward.

If there needs to be one reason to go and see this movie it is Forest Whitaker. They say that some actors make a movie and role their own. He has certainly done so and I for one would certainly be disappointed if he didn’t win the Oscar.

Certainly one of my movies of the year. I rate it 4/5.

Spinning to conclusion

My first blog post after a long time and it’s something completely different…
The end of an era Shane Keith Warne, the greatest spin bowler of all time, has retired from all forms of international cricket. The last act of this great showman was to almost single handedly complete a 5-0 whitewash of the English cricket team to return the Ashes to Australia.

His life and career have had as many twists and turns as the cricket ball in his hands. From a young blonde spin bowler taken apart by the Indians against an Alan Border led team to the greatest spin bowler and showman of all time. A man larger than life who breathed a new life into cricket, the man who made spin sexy at a time when fast bowling was prime. A legend both on and off the field who made headlines with not only his talent but his off field antics from being fined for match fixing to being banned for diuretics (even though it was on his Mom’s advice), lewd text messages and baked beans!

Admittedly, he has had the privelage of being in a star studded team which has held the top mantle for years and he has been fortunate enough to have been led by some of the most astute cricketing minds; Alan Border, Mark Taylor and Steve Waugh to Ricky Ponting. Rather than use this an excuse, it only uncovers more of his magic – for lack of a better word, that he even dominated in an Australian team so full of world beaters.

As he himself said ‘ He has achieved everything he wanted and Cricket Australia has every single trophy in the cricketing world in it’s cabinet’ … in no small part to Shane Warne. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit sad that this master conjurer, the ‘sultan of spin’ will no longer be walking in to bowl making all around wonder what magic will emanate from his fingers.

Shane Keith Warne - Fair Dinkum Aussie Bloke and Champion Cricketer, You will be missed by teammates, opposition and fans alike. Cricket is that much poorer to no longer have you in it’s ranks but that much more richer for the part you played in its history!