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Friday, January 06, 2006

Some Things Just Don't Mix

My blood boiled when I saw Mr Dungarpur air his comments on TV that Ganguly was the lazziest and a sloppy fielder and not a good student of the game. The same person who is the manager of the Indian cricket team, had some time ago gone beyond the call of his duty and not in an appreciable way to stick his neck out and say that Ganguly would be a part of the playing eleven in the test series against Pakistan. Mr Dungarpur perhaps in the glory of being in front of the cameras forgets that he is the manager of the Indian cricket team. In these exaggerated times when praise is bestowed so easily and adjectives tend to not fully imply in the minds of readers what they should, care should be taken that the sanctity is maintained with regards to certain words. These words are not prostitutes and should not be used like one, that they be attached to anybody by anybody. Infact these words should like an alchemist, when attached to even the most dishonourable man, should so cast a spell that he forgets the vices and takes to the task with a determination and purpose of a saintly warrior, and they have. So, Mr. Dungarpur should realise he is not the manager of 'a' cricket team, he is the manager of the 'Indian' cricket team. Alas, some men are so selfish that they donot even care a peck about the fabric of the word 'Indian'. Mr Dungarpur to you that may be just a collecton of six alphabets, to me and countless others it defines what we are in the first place. And we are not jokers, we are not loosers and we dont want any one of us to loose. For God's sake there have been men in the past who have given their life to maintain the sanctity of the word that is just a prefix to you. Had you been a careful Indian you would have done well to realise that as you gleefully crossed our national frontiers there were men of impeccable character proudly standing gaurd and willing to make the ultimate sacrifice so that people like me and morons like you can go about their duties without a fuss.

That Ganguly should have been selected or not, is he any good or not, we dont know and at this stage dont want to bother about it either. But what we do know is that the Indian team is away from the country playing against an opposition we dont want to loose against. So its a humble request to keep your mouth shut and concentrate on managing your tongue and actions before laying your hands on anything else. Like I said it may not be apparent to you, but we Indians hate to loose. And to give you a final advice, for the betterment of yourself that you so obviously are in dire need of, try being an Indian.



PS: Dear blog excuse me for the venom, its but a temporary act, but you have to bear with such unwanted interludes for as you know the world is not perfect.

2 Comments:

At 12:42 PM, Blogger educatedunemployed said...

I am totally with you!!!

 
At 11:46 PM, Blogger Y said...

Have you seen/witnessed/heard Mr Dungarpur's follow up on this incident? Its mystery, horror, jealousy, hilarious, dramatic and all those things rolled into one. Watch out Ekta Kapoor, you have competition...finally!

 

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