Showing posts with label Hypocrisy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hypocrisy. Show all posts

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Guest Post: It’s not what it looks like. Its me!

Over the past few weeks, India has latched on to its newest hashtag - #MeToo.
Dozens of women have called out men with any semblance of power and accusations of how they harassed, abused, molested, tortured, or in any way inconvenienced them.
The men who have been accused have predictably reacted with shock, denial, and counter-accusations. Some have even apologised. 

And as usual, the media has taken sides - We are pro-feminists. And as always, we have condemned the men in the courts of our consciences.

So in the spirit of coming out and calling out, I want my 5 minutes of fame too. 

I am a 36 year old Indian woman, born and brought up in New York. I was drugged and raped by my friend at a frat party. I’ve been ‘raped’ twice since then by men who wanted to be my boyfriends and then dumped. 

When I moved to India 10 years ago, I thought my past was behind me and I could leave the scars of my past behind. How wrong I was!

My first boyfriend was a wonderful man. Or at least I thought he was. Until I started to work late nights. His patience and ‘understanding nature’ wore thin and his suspicion grew. He wanted to know who I was with and why I had to work late every night. He couldn’t believe a woman needed a career for all the real reasons a man needed one. 
The first time he ‘raped’ me, it was after a miserable argument where he said, emphatically, how he didn’t need my money. He needed my body and that’s all there was. He apologised to me the next morning. 
A week later, it happened again. 
And again.

I thought my boss, a woman, would understand what I was going through. I guess I just needed a hug, an ally to tell me I’ll be fine. 
It didn’t happen. Pouring my heart out to my boss only appeared to give her more power over me. She camouflaged power over me as empathy and I misread her signals. We’d meet over weekends and drinks at a pub transitioned into drinking at her home. After one of those binges, we ended up in bed. Now, I never knew I was bisexual and I don’t think I’m even attracted to women that way, but I know she knew what she was doing. The morning after was confusing to me. She pacified me and suggested I let it go as a ‘one off’ and move on. 

Working with her felt awkward. She was patient and wanted me to let time erase the memories. Sure. But it didn’t. 
Her patience began to wear thin. She started sidelining me in meetings and projects and it wasn’t too long before I began hearing hushed rumours about me. None of which mattered because I knew rumours and lies have short legs. 

That’s when Raj (fictional name, ofcourse) joined my team. Being a previously married man who had to fight hard for his divorce, he could cut the animosity in the office with a knife. Gradually, he learned how to separate fact from fiction and we made a good team. 
We’ve been dating each other for the last 4 years and he’s been patient with me. He has learned to deal with my trust issues and we still make a great team. 

But that’s not what this is about. 

Indians have been great at shaming other people.
We wear our hypocrisy on our sleeves and we, childishly, believe shaming another person is the most appropriate punishment/encouragement we can give. Partly because we are on our high-horses all the time and partly because we feel entitled. 

I’ve heard memes and jokes about how parents would shame their sons into doing better than Sharmaji’s son. Daughters, of course need to cook, knit and learn skipping ropes before being sold to the highest bidder when they reach their 20’s. 

We have our priorities terribly mixed up.

India is a country where a woman is raped every 20 minutes.
We have an appalling conviction rate. And even when prosecuted, it is just a matter of money and time, before the rapist will walk free. And one day, even become your legislator. 

India is a country where marital rapes will happen. A fact that has been endorsed by the highest court of the country. 

India is a country where female genital mutilation happens. Google for it. If men were subjected to something even remotely heinous, they would have fought hard to stop this.

India is a country which has states like Kerala. One that talks tall about the sex ratio, their matriarchal society and more. But try walking in a skirt and a T-shirt in Thiruvanthapuram and you will be ogled, bumped into, and groped. It isn’t any different in any other district within the State either. I was once catcalled when cycling within Wayanad. And I wasn’t even alone. 

Our sanitation standards are poor, economical inequality all pervasive, adulteration is rampant in the food we eat and the milk we drink. We can’t seem to get our roads done the way it should. We can’t seem to follow traffic rules for the life of us. We don’t have the political or moral will to treat each other with respect. Yes, there are a lot of issues within India. 

Getting groped, molested, harassed is bad. But so are acid attacks and rapes. 
I know because I’ve been raped, molested, groped and harassed. I’ve also had consensual sex with men and sometimes that was that and we never explored the step ahead. I know colleagues who have had to sleep with men. Sure it was for getting that promotion (which might have never come). But it was definitely consensual at the time she chose to sleep with him. Do you think she should sue him in, say, 10 years from now?
Do you think I should sue all the men and my boss for sexually abusing me? 
The abuse does leave scars but that is why I am in therapy. 

This movement will gain traction. Because none of the men will want to call out the hypocrisy of the women. Doing so will paint a target on their backs. 

Men I speak to are terrified. I know men who have started calling their exes (going back 15 years) just to apologise. They call it ‘I am sorry for hurting you and leading you on’. 
I call it Anticipatory Bail. 

Women on the other hand have got a new weapon. It’s an addition to a repertoire of tools that lakhs of women have used in the past. Case in point: Jasleen Kaur.
Thousands of estranged wives have abused Article 498A and the Domestic Violence Act to exact revenge on their men and his family for many many years.
This revolution is the newest tool in the hands of women who want to take down men. Either because the sex was bad or the outcome was not good enough. 

This movement couldn’t have come at a worse time. We don’t trust our banks, we can’t trust our politicians and now, we won’t trust the opposite sex. 

Women never had it easy in our country. We’ve had to fight for everything we wanted. 
And now, it will be a heck a lot harder.

But then it isn’t only the men who can do all this to women, right?
There are an equal number of ruthless women who do the same to men and other women. Raj was raped by men when he was a child. He was harassed at work by a woman too. 

Shouldn’t we treat crimes against another individual, whether male or female, equally? 
What’s happened to the practice of filing a lawsuit when a crime has happened?
What happens when the accuser is proven wrong? What happens to the person who she/he accused? 

So like I said, men are terrified. And if they’ve abused a woman in any way. They should be. This is the beginning of the end for them.

But women beware. Because if your allegations are false and if the men you accuse could get to the powerful positions they are right now, you can be sure as daylight follows darkness, you will be hunted down and made an example. And unlike Jasleen Kaur, you will not be spared. 
But if what you say is true, more power to you. File a lawsuit if you have enough evidence to back your allegation. Seek therapy for the wounds within. You’ll come through this stronger than ever.

In the meanwhile, the Courts should sit up and take notice. Or else this will be beginning of another sordid saga that will spiral into a social nightmare that will hurt both men and women in ways that we can’t conceive yet.

Thursday, November 03, 2016

Two Things

'Men say they love independence in a woman, but they don't waste a second demolishing it brick by brick.'

Male Ego (the belief that you are much better or more important than other people, or behavior that shows thisand Hypocrisy (the practice of claiming to have higher standards or more noble beliefs than is the case).

These two things define our times today.
On the road, at meetings, in the bed, we will use these like a double-edged sword everyday and when we aren't actively practicing it, we are experiencing it in our lives. 

A year ago, at a bloggers conference, a 'prominent' female blogger presented a keynote (read deck of slides of random pictures with the watermark still on, and memes) that labeled men as lecherous, sexually-repressed bipeds who salivated at women. Her speech was peppered with feminist quotes and cheesy jokes (that no one laughed to either). Maybe someone needs to educate her that women can be socially and sexually repressed too (at 7:48)?!.

Until a few years ago, Michael Jackson was mocked beyond what was reasonable for his physical transformation. He was the butt of dozens of memes and a few movies. Allegations flew thick and it didn't help when his actions (or the lack of it) made him look guilty until he died in tragic circumstances. 
Today, former Olympian Bruce Jenner has made the very public transformation into the very attractive Caitlyn Jenner successfully. There won't be any allegations. There won't be movies lampooning Bruce Jenner. EVER.

Until a few years ago, Indian politician Narendra Modi was an unwelcome pest in the West. Today, they fist-bump with him. Millions drool over him. 
Years ago, Trump was America's favorite reality TV star. Today, he is the most endorsed (or hated, depending on who you ask) human on his way to holding the most powerful political seat in the West, allegations of sexual abuse and alarming threats notwithstanding, he will be welcomed with open arms and candied smiles once he is elected to office. 

The lessons are clear: You will be judged by our yardsticks if you show the slightest sign of weakness. Try to run and we will hunt you down. Begin to explain and we will tear you apart. But do ignore us and prod on, because the froth will become a drool when we see how successful you've become. Hell! We will even give you an award for being who you are.

I've realized it isn't caffeine that fuels us. It isn't love. We have this insatiable urge to be seen as successful. We are too hypocritical to admit it's just the irrepressible need to stroke the male ego within.

We hate it when people are pragmatic yet successful. But that doesn't mean you have to stop being so.
Persevere, even when it feels like you are paddling furiously underwater. It frustrates your detractors that you appear to effortlessly glide through water like a swan. 
Be there for yourself, always. The world may not like it but then, they don't have to.
Be quick to kill hypocrisy and be thankful that you didn't have to taste the challenges of that person you've just judged.

And finally, bury that male ego.
We weren't born with our egos. But we were raised by mothers and fathers who made us believe we need it to survive. 
What really matters are those dark moments of personal struggle that define you. Period.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

[If] I Lead India

If you are a TV Advt junkie like I am, chances are you wouldn't have missed the Times Of India 'I Lead India' campaign. You can say that they spent a heck lot of money conceptualizing that ad.
What with all the furniture, the extras, the fire, the clearance for the stunt, the celebrity endorsements and the special effects. You could either be one of those who got the adrenaline rush for the 10 seconds you saw and sprung out of your couch to do the fist bump when the girl did 'the scream'. Which btw was frightening!
Or you could be one of those who watched the ad silently and thought 'What a sheer waste of money!'
Yet again, you could be one of us (like me) who watched the ad with contempt and the silent angst of how our media houses have trifled the struggle for real freedom.

Freedom is not about burning furniture, however symbolic it could be.

Downloading ringtones or the anthem is not going to do squat about anything.
Having a 'Roadies' style audition is so far from what we need, that the Lead India initiative is a mockery of how far our unemployed, educated youth will go for fame and 15 minutes of facebook/TV glory.

Public anger against corruption is not about lighting a massive heap of furniture on fire. This worked in the good ol' days of Gandhi, when lives were simpler and when every Indian was as oppressed as his/her neighbor. What happens to furniture that is not made of wood?

Today, we are not oppressed. We are comfortable. Our thoughts are not about freedom of speech and freedom to vote or some such ideals. We are preoccupied with our thoughts to buy that multi-million rupee apartment, being able to afford the EMI on that SUV and fuel, sending our children to that high-priced International/Christian school in India or abroad, going on that annual vacation to the US/Europe/Thailand, having split air conditioners / LED TVs / Side by Side refrigerators in our homes and to never age or die.
Copying and pasting solutions that worked then to our situations now can never work. We'd think the Anna debacle would have taught us this but looking at the way this and some other 'patriotic' ads have been playing on TV, I doubt if we'd ever learn.

But something good has come out of this ad. What would I do to change the way India is?
As a person who has lived more than half his life in a westernized society, I have a fairly clear idea of what might work and what wouldn't.

Let me begin by reiterating how unique India is.
Among other major countries, we have a lot of character and resilience.
But that's where the good parts end.

We lack self-respect and have a skewed perception of self worth. We are extremely judgmental and are easily enthralled by illusions of grandeur.
We don't practice nor possess dignity of labor. We are hypocritical and love looking down upon people who are not of the same socioeconomic status as we are.
We are brought up to believe that there are only a handful of professions you must grow up to be and God forbid if you are something else.
We tell our children not to cheat/break the law, yet we will jump that signal or ride without a helmet.
We preach tolerance towards women, yet we will (physically/mentally) abuse our wives, sisters and mothers.
We preach non-violence yet breed racism and intolerance towards those who fall out of grace in our sight.
We raise our children in black and white. There are no greys around. Nothing in between.
And if you have been unfortunate enough to have parents who placed a lot of importance on money, then you will grow up to be an average Indian that worships money.

While the list below is not conclusive, I do believe it is a good way to start.

  • Rewrite the constitution with the inputs from citizens.
  • Establish stronger, swifter courts.
  • Enforce existing laws.
  • Step up punishment. Punishment should be incremental, swift and profound.
  • Abolish paper money. Creates a money trail that can't be erased easily.
  • Enforce Accountability.
  • Establish minimum hourly wage. Removes prejudice and reinforces dignity of labor.
  • Increase fines by 10x. 
  • Enforce the RTI Act.
  • Increase internet connectivity.
  • Detach religion from public life.
  • Improve infrastructure. Which in itself will be a major impetus for growth.
  • Encourage public participation in all forms of governance.
  • Abolish multiple party system and adopt a bi-party system.
  • Abolish reservations and socioeconomic quotas.
  • Ban politicians (for life) who
    • have been convicted or are suspects in (criminal/civil) lawsuits.
    • have not passed a certain level of education.
    • do not have proven leadership skills.
    • have not been a part of local/national community service.
    • have been in power for more than 10 years in their active political life.
  • Revamp the educational sector.
  • Foster and reward corporate community service.
  • Reward agriculturalists who innovate.
  • Reward performance instead of tenure.
  • Reward and encourage mentoring.
  • Calibrate standards.
So there you go.. I have the good feeling that I've missed out on some here, but these are things that are not impossible to do. Many countries around the world have faced the same challenges that we are, yet when they adopted standards that suited them the best - excelled.

This could be the start! Do we really have it in ourselves to change?!

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Kya Maal hai yaar? [363/365]

Two days ago, the victim of the Delhi gang-rape was airlifted to a hospital in Singapore.

As news reports come in, we are told that she has irreparable brain injury and has suffered cardiac problems while on-board.

While she may never know the rage that we are demonstrating on the streets, I doubt if any of that will ever matter to her.
Am I a pessimist? No. I hope to God that women everywhere will one day be able to walk free without the fear that men will harm her or her family.

Do I think we need a mental overhaul of how we treat women? Yes. A couple of days ago, when searching for images on the now infamous prime ministerial gaffe for my post, I typed in 'Theek Hai' and hit Search. What I got was a few dozen pictures of Manmohan Singh. I also got a picture of a young Indian girl striking a pose with a caption that read 'Size-theek-hai-na1.jpg. maal hi mAAL'. The image links to a webpage with dozens of pictures of young women who probably never know that their pictures have been uploaded with sleazy comments for public consumption.

This is not the only website with images like this. We have hundreds of sites that willingly host images of young women whose vengeful boyfriends have uploaded. Almost all them have captioned like 'Slutty bit*h reveals her c**t' and such. Nearly all of them allow you to see the images only if you click on 'I am over 18' link but then there's nothing stopping teenagers with raging hormones under 18 from accessing the site either.

Our young protesters will go back to college in a few days time. The online petitions will die out. Gradually our media will move on to cover newer 'Breaking News'. The horror of what happened in Delhi will continue. We need a revolution to end this hypocrisy

We don't need be like China. But we do need a conscience that feels pain and won't give up.

We owe it to ourselves to treat our women with respect.
We owe it to them to ensure that we don't misuse their trust on us.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Monkey See, Monkey Do [227/365]

Originality be damned. It pays to copy.
Anna tried to copy Gandhi. Baba tried to copy Anna. 
Gandhi - 1. Others - 0
Sherlyn copied Poonam. Poonam tried to copy Larissa Riquelme
Larissa - 1. Others - 0

A year ago, hairy baba molly cuddled with  Anna as he whipped up the crowds into a frenzy and decided to fast as well. Well, good for him. Looking at how well versed he is with yoga, a few days without food shouldn't really be a big deal. The gamble paid off. Anna and the Baba virtually brought the government to its knees. Cut to 2012, I bet neither of them saw how their fortunes could turn.

In several posts last year, I wrote about how Anna could fail in his fight unless they stayed focused on their goals. As Anna tapped out of a fight that started with earnestness, Baba tagged himself him. He made a lot of noise. When none of it really got him any of the attention he hoped he would get, he excused himself a'la Anna.
I'm surprised how the media and millions of his supporters believe he has made any change.

In the meanwhile, neither he nor Anna ever got the government to implement any sweeping changes that could have stemmed the rot. Instead what they have done is to force the corrupt to adopt a better strategy against future revolutions.

While I wont suspect Anna's intent, I believe future defenders of our freedom could take lessons out of misses that he and his team made. He believed that by copying Gandhi's method of non-violence, he could be the savior that modern India needed. And I won't blame him for being ambitious. His strategy did work initially.

Ambition can be a tricky thing.
Take for instance, Sherlyn Chopra.
Seeing how none of her body parts were making the news for a while, Sherlyn did what Poonam would do- get naked and tweet.
This time, however, Sherlyn managed a coup d'├ętat by posing nude for Playboy. Hefner, the luckiest horny man in the world, was happy. While the world will get to see all of Ms Chopra this November, if any of his former playmates are to be believed, Hefner will have surely made paisa vasool of the whole 'opportunity'.

But then, posing in Playboy is no mean feat. PETA darling and global swimsuit sweetheart Pamela Anderson did it. And so did Marlyn Monroe and a bunch of other beauty queens. Playboy is a must for any teenager with raging hormones and any man with supercharged sex drive. For the bodies models it is a wonderful once in a lifetime platform. If she hasn't already got one, she'll surely get a Bollywood movie, couple of sex tapes and a few reality shows post this spread. But I won't hold my breath hoping to see Sherlyn metamorphose into a star of any substance in this lifetime.

Imitation could very well be the sincerest form of flattery.

Friday, August 03, 2012

Get Lost Mallika! [216/365]

Source: Maxim India
Mallika Sherawat: Hollywood wannabe.

She's acted in a dozen Bollywood movies in roles that don't give you much to write home about. She is one of the many Indian actresses who are 'trying' to crossover to Hollywood. Well good luck with that, Ms Sherawat.

There is something about the lady that is raw sewage-like. Not known for her discretion, she rattled most readers when she proclaimed how Mumbai is so unhygienic (sic). A statement like that coming from a woman who came to the city looking for a break in Bollywood makes you want to puke.

But I'm not surprised. We see a lot of Indians who go abroad to work/study suddenly turn squeamish about India. Granted our nation can never become a 'Singapore', but bad mouthing your country is such a rookie mistake.

During a recent movie promotion, she could barely restrain herself from gloating about her LA lifestyle. Ask her about any substantial Hollywood projects she might be working on, and she might just shut up. But then with all the parties that she is going to, it could get difficult to work in a movie.

I don't think she realizes this but she is simply the most high profile Indian sl*t in Hollywood. Nothing more, nothing less.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

For your benefit... [139/365]

I enjoy watching 'Keeping up with the Kardashians'.
For the uninitiated, the show trails the life and 'struggles' of Kim Kardashian and her family.
The show is also a case study of how a socialite can achieve stardom and become a faux celebrity because of a 'leaked' sex tape. While it is fun to see absolute nonsense, you'd also realize how a well oiled PR can do wonders for lady who clearly does not have any talent outside the bedroom.

Reality shows have always been a wonderful way to stretch that 15 seconds of fame into a lifetime. 

Closer home, Shilpa Shetty has shown us how a B grade actress who was on her way out can actually turn fortunes around. I've been amazed how Ms Shetty made lemonade out of the lemons that life dealt her.
She got rich, married richer and even has a perfume of her own.

Veena Malik, the former girlfriend of a shamed Pakistani cricketer, is now a celebrity that makes Indian men go weak at the knees. 

Sunny Leone, the pornstar that has done Indian men proud abroad, is reviled and loved at the same time. And depending on who you ask, she is the Indian to emulate. Conceited Indian men and closeted women will argue that making a movie with Sunny in the lead is bad for Indian culture. But you got to admire the Bhatts for the nerve they showed in getting the one woman who can seduce Asians and Americans at the same time, to star in a movie franchise that first showed how raw sex could be sold in mainstream Indian cinema.

Bring on the bikini wax, hurray to Sex!

Friday, May 04, 2012

Namma tappu alla [124/365]

source: sodahead
Yes, I'm finally learning Kannada.
15 years after I got off the boat, I finally decided it's time to polish my Kannada language skills in the land of endless traffic, insensitive autorikshaw drivers, by 2 coffees and bisi belle baath.

The title of today's post translates into 'Not my fault'. Something you'd hear very often here in Bangalore.
One of the most common headlines that you'd read in a tabloid and evening newspapers are how civic and law enforcement authorities spring into action when amenities/infrastructure is disabled or disrupted in localities where there are VIPs staying. (Read one such here)

We complain if civic amenities are not fixed and we complain when they are fixed.
We like to say how VIPs exert influence upon authorities to fix things in their localities, yet we will want to stay in those very same localities.
We love to say how the VIPs use a lot of resources, yet when we find a house in such a locality we will pay anything the landlord/broker demands just because we have influential neighbors.
We are a tough lot to please.

I've stayed in a locality that was once the home of a former PM.
The locality had everything a town would need - Four schools, two hospitals, two colleges, two theaters, two fuel stations, good roads, fire stations, police stations, bus stations and every possible amenity that you'd want in a good town. Of course, the family had every business in that locality either named after them or for them. Over the years people noticed how having a famous son of the soil in your neighborhood was a great thing. Dozens of apartment complexes, supermarkets, companies and world class highways  sprung up. The locality and his glory expanded to cover the growing population. While it's residents basked under the shadow of the heavyweight political family, they would always want to complain if they didn't like something.
So as you can see, we are a tough lot of hypocrites to satisfy.

Predictably I haven't stayed in Delhi. Yet.
I've heard wonderful stories of how it would be common to rub shoulders with the rich, powerful and khadi over lunch, dinner and chai.

Over the years, I've had to confront authorities to fix leaking taps, broken streetlights, and stray dogs. They have complied and I think it was just the way I approached them that made the difference. And no, I've never paid a bribe to get these done. Blaming the rich and powerful every time a water pipe springs a leak, a pothole gets covered, a telecom cable gets laid, and streetlights fixed on time is unfair to the upper echelons of society.

Not their fault. 
Especially if you are basking under their reflected glory.

Monday, March 26, 2012

A spade's call [85/365]

Bebo, as Kareena Kapoor is fondly called, will do her raunchiest and boldest 'intimate' scene in mainstream cinema ever, for one of the most anticipated Bollywood movie this year - Heroine.
In Bollywood, as in Hollywood, as movies approach their premiere the grapevine will churn out juicy gossip for the drooling journalists and paparazzi. So it's business as usual for Bollywood.

While none of these heroines or 'movie stars' can claim to be naive or innocent, what is surprising is how naive we are. A spat and a disagreement is great news. More so if such an incident can boost the excitement of that movie.
Bollywood is the carrot for most Indian and Western women who have more beauty than brains. They win a few beauty contests, do a few photo-shoots and then a movie, a reality show or an ad.
So what if the debut is not exactly their claim to fame. Any fame is good news.

Barring a few, most actresses are incredibly superficial. I find their declarations to never do an item number or nudity and to do movies only if the script makes sense extremely hypocritical. Give them a few flops and you'll hear them talking about that 'very essential' nude scene/item number in the next movie. But what if you are still the reigning queen, with newer starlets offering to shed their clothes for less or no reason, the pressure to pleasure and titillate increases within actresses at the top.

While many remain addicted to the constant gaze of the limelight, some will fortunately find the fuller things in life.
Some will settle down with a husband and kids and some will find fulfillment in alternate careers.
But most of them will do just about anything to stay in the news, for that 15 minutes of fame. To be the flavor of the day, the month, and the quarter.

After all, the next new starlet is just around the corner, and you'll be last year's news.

Friday, March 09, 2012

The Wall [68/365]

Today, The Wall retired from Tests and domestic cricket.

As is customary, cricket crazy Indians and lunatics rushed to convince him to stay and when that failed, bid Rahul Dravid farewell.
Good Riddance, many would've thought.

Being a cricket neutral person myself, I am neither disheartened nor excited.
Having seen him play for the 15 years that I've been in India, I can say I liked the guy. I've never seen him burst in unruly emotions and I've always thought of him as one of those cricketers who can be called gentlemen playing a game that was gentlemanly. A dying breed of sportsmen who always measured his words before he spoke, he is like that good team player who works with you for many years, never complaining, never playing to the gallery, always well mannered, well intentioned and a good performer too. And when that person puts his papers down, you have that massive rush of emotions surging within you. You want to hug him, beg him not to leave but wish him the best and plead that he keeps in touch. Within you, you know that you'll miss him like crazy and that the team will never be the same without him. You may never have spoken much while he was still there but you suddenly feel a kindred spirit.

That's what I felt.
The lunatics would have cursed him when he didn't score a run, get a wicket or field that ball. They would have branded him a traitor and called him a Son of a B*&%#@ for not winning the game, but today, they were all hugging him and telling him how they are going to miss him.

Even though I am not a buff, I can still say that what he did was right. Maybe a little delayed even.
Hockey, our national game, isn't much to write home about. Cricket is destined to go that way if the seniors and the powers that be don't cultivate a breed of young players that will play better cricket and lesser commercials.
With the state of Indian cricket the way it is today, we risk another threat from Ms PP

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