Thursday, December 15, 2011

Rahul Dravid's Speech at Bradman Oration

Rahul Dravid gave a Memorable Speech at Bradman Oration in Canberra, Australia.
Best by a Cricketer.


Here is the full Text of the Speech:




Thank you for inviting me to deliver the Bradman Oration; the respect and the regard that came with the invitation to speak tonight, is deeply appreciated.

I realise a very distinguished list of gentlemen have preceded me in the ten years that the Bradman Oration has been held. I know that this Oration is held every year to appreciate the life and career of Sir Don Bradman, a great Australian and a great cricketer. I understand that I am supposed to speak about cricket and issues in the game - and I will.


Yet, but first before all else, I must say that I find myself humbled by the venue we find ourselves in. Even though there is neither a pitch in sight, nor stumps or bat and balls, as a cricketer, I feel I stand on very sacred ground tonight. When I was told that I would be speaking at the National War Memorial, I thought of how often and how meaninglessly, the words 'war', 'battle', 'fight' are used to describe cricket matches.


Yes, we cricketers devote the better part of our adult lives to being prepared to perform for our countries, to persist and compete as intensely as we can - and more. This building, however, recognises the men and women who lived out the words - war, battle, fight - for real and then gave it all up for their country, their lives left incomplete, futures extinguished.


The people of both our countries are often told that cricket is the one thing that brings Indians and Australians together. That cricket is our single common denominator.


India's first Test series as a free country was played against Australia in November 1947, three months after our independence. Yet the histories of our countries are linked together far more deeply than we think and further back in time than 1947.


We share something else other than cricket. Before they played the first Test match against each other, Indians and Australians fought wars together, on the same side. In Gallipoli, where, along with the thousands of Australians, over 1300 Indians also lost their lives. In World War II, there were Indian and Australian soldiers in El Alamein, North Africa, in the Syria-Lebanon campaign, in Burma, in the battle for Singapore.


Before we were competitors, Indians and Australians were comrades. So it is only appropriate that we are here this evening at the Australian War Memorial, where along with celebrating cricket and cricketers, we remember the unknown soldiers of both nations.


It is however, incongruous, that I, an Indian, happen to be the first cricketer from outside Australia, invited to deliver the the Bradman Oration. I don't say that only because Sir Don once scored a hundred before lunch at Lord's and my 100 at Lord's this year took almost an entire day.


But more seriously, Sir Don played just five Tests against India; that was in the first India-Australia series in 1947-48, which was to be his last season at home. He didn't even play in India, and remains the most venerated cricketer in India not to have played there.


We know that he set foot in India though, in May 1953, when on his way to England to report on the Ashes for an English newspaper, his plane stopped in Calcutta airport. There were said to be close to a 1000 people waiting to greet him; as you know, he was a very private person and so got into an army jeep and rushed into a barricaded building, annoyed with the airline for having 'breached confidentiality.' That was all Indians of the time saw of Bradman who remains a mythical figure.


For one generation of fans in my country, those who grew up in the 1930s, when India was still under British rule, Bradman represented a cricketing excellence that belonged to somewhere outside England. To a country taking its first steps in Test cricket, that meant something. His success against England at that time was thought of as our personal success. He was striking one for all of us ruled by the common enemy. Or as your country has so poetically called them, the Poms.


There are two stories that I thought I should bring to your notice. On June 28, 1930, the day Bradman scored 254 at Lord's against England, was also the day Jawaharlal Nehru was arrested by the police. Nehru was, at the time, one of the most prominent leaders of the Indian independence movement and later, independent India's first Prime Minister. The coincidence of the two events, was noted by a young boy KN Prabhu, who was both nationalist, cricket fan and later became independent India's foremost cricket writer. In the 30s, as Nehru went in and out of jail, Bradman went after the England bowling and, for KN Prabhu, became a kind of avenging angel.


There's another story I've heard about the day in 1933, when the news reached India that Bradman's record for the highest Test score of 334 had been broken by Wally Hammond. As much as we love our records, they say some Indian fans at the time were not exactly happy. Now, there's a tale that a few even wanted to wear black bands to mourn the fact that this precious record that belonged to Australia - and by extension, us - had gone back. To an Englishman. We will never know if this is true, if black bands were ever worn, but as journalists sometimes tell me, why let facts get in the way of a good story.


My own link with Bradman was much like that of most other Indians - through history books, some old video footage and his wise words. About leaving the game better than you found it. About playing it positively, as Bradman, then a selector, told Richie Benaud before the 1960-61 West Indies tour of Australia. Of sending a right message out from cricket to its public. Of players being temporary trustees of a great game.


While there may be very little similarity in our records or our strike-rates or our fielding - and I can say this only today in front of all of you - I am actually pleased that I share something very important with Sir Don.


He was, primarily, like me, a No.3 batsman. It is a tough, tough job.


We're the ones who make life easier for the kings of batting, the middle order that follows us. Bradman did that with a bit more success and style than I did. He dominated bowling attacks and put bums on seats, if i bat for any length of time I am more likely to bore people to sleep. Still, it is nice to have batted for a long time in a position, whose benchmark is, in fact, the benchmark for batsmanship itself.


Before he retired from public life in his 80s, I do know that Bradman watched Sunil Gavaskar's generation play a series in Australia. I remember the excitement that went through Indian cricket when we heard the news that Bradman had seen Sachin Tendulkar bat on TV and thought he batted like him. It was more than mere approval, it was as if the great Don had finally, passed on his torch. Not to an Aussie or an Englishman or a West Indian. But to one of our own.


One of the things, Bradman said has stayed in my mind. That the finest of athletes had, along with skill, a few more essential qualities: to conduct their life with dignity, with integrity, with courage and modesty. All this he believed, were totally compatible with pride, ambition, determination and competitiveness. Maybe those words should be put up in cricket dressing rooms all over the world.


As all of you know, Don Bradman passed away on February 25, 2001, two days before the India v Australia series was to begin in Mumbai.


Whenever an important figure in cricket leaves us, cricket's global community pauses in the midst of contests and debates, to remember what he represented of us, what he stood for, and Bradman was the pinnacle. The standard against which all Test batsmen must take guard.


The series that followed two days after Bradman's death later went on to become what many believe was one of the greatest in cricket. It is a series, I'd like to believe, he would have enjoyed following.


A fierce contest between bat and ball went down to the final session of the final day of the final Test. Between an Australian team who had risen to their most imposing powers and a young Indian team determined to rewrite some chapters of its own history.


The 2001 series contained high-quality cricket from both sides and had a deep impact on the careers of those who played a part in it. The Australians were near unbeatable in the first half of the new decade, both home and away. As others floundered against them, India became the only team that competed with them on even terms.


India kept answering questions put to them by the Australians and asking a few themselves. The quality demanded of those contests, sometimes acrimonious, sometimes uplifting, made us, the Indian team, grow and rise. As individuals, we were asked to play to the absolute outer limits of our capabilities and we often extended them.


Now, whenever India and Australia meet, there is expectation and anticipation - and as we get into the next two months of the Border-Gavaskar Trophy, players on both sides will want to deliver their best.


When we toured in 2007-08, I thought it was going to be my last tour of Australia. The Australians thought it was going to be the last time they would be seeing Sachin Tendulkar on their shores. He received warm standing ovations from wonderful crowds all around the country.


Well, like a few, creaking Terminators, we're back. Older, wiser and I hope improved.


The Australian public will want to stand up to send Sachin off all over again this time. But I must warn you, given how he's been playing these days, there are no guarantees about final goodbyes.


In all seriousness, though, the cricket world is going to stop and watch Australia and India. It is Australia's first chance to defend their supremacy at home following defeat in the 2010 Ashes and a drawn series against New Zealand. It is India's opportunity to prove that the defeat to England in the summer was an aberration that we will bounce back from.


If both teams look back to their last 2007-08 series in Australia, they will know that they should have done things a little differently in the Sydney Test. But I think both sides have moved on from there; we've played each other twice in India already and relations between the two teams are much better than they have been as far as I can remember.


Thanks to the IPL, Indians and Australians have even shared dressing rooms. Shane Watson's involvement in Rajasthan, Mike Hussey's role with Chennai to mention a few, are greatly appreciated back home. And even Shane Warne likes India now. I really enjoyed playing alongside him at Rajasthan last season and can confidently report to you that he is not eating imported baked beans any more.


In fact, looking at him, it seems, he is not eating anything.


It is often said that cricketers are ambassadors for their country; when there's a match to be won, sometimes we think that is an unreasonable demand. After all, what would career diplomats do if the result of a Test series depended on them, say, walking? But, as ties between India and Australia have strengthened and our contests have become more frequent, we realise that as Indian players, we stand for a vast, varied, often unfathomable and endlessly fascinating country.


At the moment, to much of the outside world, Indian cricket represents only two things - money and power. Yes, that aspect of Indian cricket is a part of the whole, but it is not the complete picture. As a player, as a proud and privileged member of the Indian cricket team, I want to say that, this one-dimensional, often cliched image relentlessly repeated is not what Indian cricket is really all about.


I cannot take all of you into the towns and villages our players come from, and introduce you to their families, teachers, coaches, mentors and team-mates who made them international cricketers. I cannot take all of you here to India to show you the belief, struggle, effort and sacrifice from hundreds of people that runs through our game.


As I stand here today, it is important for me to bring Indian cricket and its own remarkable story to you. I believe it is very necessary that cricketing nations try to find out about each other, try to understand each other and the different role cricket plays in different countries, because ours is, eventually, a very small world.


In India, cricket is a buzzing, humming, living entity going through a most remarkable time, like no other in our cricketing history. In this last decade, the Indian team represents more than ever before, the country we come from - of people from vastly different cultures, who speak different languages, follow different religions, belong to all classes of society. I went around our dressing room to work out how many languages could be spoken in there and the number I have arrived at is: 15, including Shona and Afrikaans.


Most foreign captains, I think, would baulk at the idea. But, when I led India, I enjoyed it, I marvelled at the range of difference and the ability of people from so many different backgrounds to share a dressing room, to accept, accommodate and respect that difference. In a world growing more insular, that is a precious quality to acquire, because it stays for life and helps you understand people better, understand the significance of the other.


Let me tell you one of my favourite stories from my Under-19 days, when the India Under-19 team played a match against the New Zealand junior team. We had two bowlers in the team, one from the north Indian state of Uttar Pradesh - he spoke only Hindi, which is usually a link language for players from all over India, ahead even of English. It should have been all right, except the other bowler came from Kerala, in the deep south, and he spoke only the state's regional language, Malayalam. Now even that should have been okay as they were both bowlers and could bowl simultaneous spells.


Yet in one game, they happened to come together at the crease. In the dressing room, we were in splits, wondering how they were going to manage the business of a partnership, calling for runs or sharing the strike. Neither man could understand a word of what the other was saying and they were batting together. This could only happen in Indian cricket. Except that these two guys came up with a 100-run partnership. Their common language was cricket and that worked out just fine.


The everyday richness of Indian cricket lies right there, not in the news you hear about million-dollar deals and television rights. When I look back over the 25 years I've spent in cricket, I realise two things. First, rather alarmingly, that I am the oldest man in the game, older to even Sachin by three months. More importantly, I realise that Indian cricket actually reflects our country's own growth story during this time. Cricket is so much a part of our national fabric that as India - its economy, society and popular culture - transformed itself, so did our most-loved sport.


As players we are appreciative beneficiaries of the financial strength of Indian cricket, but we are more than just mascots of that economic power. The caricature often made of Indian cricket and its cricketers in the rest of the world is that we are pampered superstars. Overpaid, underworked, treated like a cross between royalty and rock stars.


Yes, the Indian team has an enormous, emotional following and we do need security when we get around the country as a group. It is also why we make it a point to always try and conduct ourselves with composure and dignity. On tour, I must point out, we don't attack fans or do drugs or get into drunken theatrics. And at home, despite what some of you may have heard, we don't live in mansions with swimming pools.


The news about the money may well overpower all else, but along with it, our cricket is full of stories the outside world does not see. Television rights generated around Indian cricket, are much talked about. Let me tell you what the television - around those much sought-after rights - has done to our game.


A sport that was largely played and patronised by princes and businessmen in traditional urban centres, cities like Bombay, Bangalore, Chennai, Baroda, Hyderabad, Delhi - has begun to pull in cricketers from everywhere.


As the earnings from Indian cricket have grown in the past 2 decades, mainly through television, the BCCI has spread revenues to various pockets in the country and improved where we play. The field is now spread wider than it ever has been, the ground covered by Indian cricket, has shifted.



Twenty seven teams compete in our national championship, the Ranji Trophy. Last season Rajasthan, a state best known for its palaces, fortresses and tourism won the Ranji Trophy title for the first time in its history. The national one-day championship also had a first-time winner in the newly formed state of Jharkand, where our captain MS Dhoni comes from.



The growth and scale of cricket on our television was the engine of this population shift. Like Bradman was the boy from Bowral, a stream of Indian cricketers now come from what you could call India's outback.



Zaheer Khan belongs to the Maharashtra heartland, from a town that didn't have even one proper turf wicket. He could have been an instrumentation engineer but was drawn to cricket through TV and modelled his bowling by practising in front of the mirror on his cupboard at home, and first bowled with a proper cricket ball at the age of 17.


One day out of nowhere, a boy from a village in Gujarat turned up as India's fastest bowler. After Munaf Patel made his debut for India, the road from the nearest railway station to his village had to be improved because journalists and TV crews from the cities kept landing up there.


We are delighted that Umesh Yadav didn't become a policeman like he was planning and turned to cricket instead. He is the first cricketer from the central Indian first-class team of Vidarbha to play Test cricket.


Virender Sehwag, it shouldn't surprise you, belongs to the wild west just outside Delhi. He had to be enrolled in a college which had a good cricket programme and travelled 84kms every day by bus to get to practice and matches.


Every player in this room wearing an India blazer has a story like this. Here, ladies and gentlemen, is the heart and soul of Indian cricket.


Playing for India completely changes our lives. The game has given us a chance to pay back our debt to all those who gave their time, energy and resources for us to be better cricketers: we can build new homes for our parents, get our siblings married off in style, give our families very comfortable lives.


The Indian cricket team is in fact, India itself, in microcosm. A sport that was played first by princes, then their subordinates, then the urban elite, is now a sport played by all of India. Cricket, as my two under-19 team-mates proved, is India's most widely-spoken language. Even Indian cinema has its regional favourites; a movie star in the south may not be popular in the north. But a cricketer? Loved everywhere.


It is also a very tough environment to grow up in - criticism can be severe, responses to victory and defeat extreme. There are invasions of privacy and stones have been thrown at our homes after some defeats.


It takes time getting used to, extreme reactions can fill us with anger. But every cricketer realises at some stage of his career, that the Indian cricket fan is best understood by remembering the sentiment of the majority, not the actions of a minority.


One of the things that has always lifted me as a player is looking out of the team bus when we travelled somewhere in India. When people see the Indian bus going by, see some of us sitting with our curtains drawn back, it always amazes me how much they light up. There is an instantaneous smile, directed not just at the player they see - but at the game we play that, for whatever reason, means something to people's lives. Win or lose, the man on the street will smile and give you a wave.


After India won the World Cup this year, our players were not congratulated as much as they were thanked by people they ran into. "You have given us everything," they were told, "all of us have won." Cricket in India now stands not just for sport, but possibility, hope, opportunities.


On our way to the Indian team, we know of so many of our team-mates, some of whom may have been equally or more talented than those sitting here, who missed out. When I started out, for a young Indian, cricket was the ultimate gamble - all or nothing, no safety nets. No second chances for those without an education or a college degree or second careers. Indian cricket's wealth now means a wider pool of well paid cricketers even at first-class level.


For those of us who make it to the Indian team, cricket is not merely our livelihood, it is a gift we have been given. Without the game, we would just be average people leading average lives. As Indian cricketers, our sport has given us the chance do something worthwhile with our lives. How many people could say that?


This is the time Indian cricket should be flowering; we are the world champions in the short game, and over the space of the next 12 months should be involved in a tight contest with Australia, South Africa and England to determine which one of us is the world's strongest Test team.


Yet I believe this is also a time for introspection within our game, not only in india, but all over the world. We have been given some alerts and responding to them quickly is the smart thing to do.


I was surprised a few months ago to see the lack of crowds in an ODI series featuring India. By that I don't mean the lack of full houses, I think it was the sight of empty stands I found somewhat alarming.


India played its first one-day international at home in November 1981, when I was nine. Between then and now India have played 227 ODIs at home; the October five-match series against England was the first time that the grounds have not been full for an ODI featuring the Indian team.


In the summer of 1998, I played in a one-dayer against Kenya in Kolkata and the Eden Gardens was full. Our next game was held in the 48-degree heat of Gwalior and the stands were heaving.


The October series against England was the first one at home after India's World Cup win. It was called the 'revenge' series meant to wipe away the memory of a forgettable tour of England. India kept winning every game, and yet the stands did not fill up. Five days after a 5-0 victory 95,000 turned up to watch the India's first Formula One race.


A few weeks later I played in a Test match against West Indies in Calcutta, in front of what was the lowest turn out in Eden Gardens' history. Yes we still wanted to win and our intensity did not dip. But at the end of the day, we are performers, entertainers and we love an audience. The audience amplifies everything you are doing, the bigger the crowd the bigger the occasion, its magnitude, its emotion. When I think about the Eden Gardens crowds this year, I wonder what the famous Calcutta Test of 2001 would have felt like with 50,000 people less watching us.


Australia and South Africa played an exciting and thrilling Test series recently and two great Test matches produced some fantastic performances from players of both teams, but were sadly played in front of sparse crowds.


It is not the numbers that Test players need, it is the atmosphere of a Test that every player wants to revel in and draw energy from. My first reaction to the lack of crowds for cricket was that there had been a lot of cricket and so perhaps, a certain amount of spectator-fatigue. That is too simplistic a view; it's the easy thing to say but might not be the only thing.


The India v England ODI series had no context, because the two countries had played each other in four Tests and five ODIs just a few weeks before. When India and West Indies played ODIs a month after that the grounds were full, but this time the matches were played in smaller venues that didn't host too much international cricket. Maybe our clues are all there and we must remain vigilant.



Unlike Australia or England, Indian cricket has never had to compete with other sports for a share of revenues, mind space or crowd attendance at international matches. The lack of crowds may not directly impact on revenues or how important the sport is to Indians, but we do need to accept that there has definitely been a change in temperature over, I think, the last two years.


Whatever the reasons are - maybe it is too much cricket or too little by way of comfort for spectators - the fan has sent us a message and we must listen. This is not mere sentimentality. Empty stands do not make for good television. Bad television can lead to a fall in ratings, the fall in ratings will be felt by media planners and advertisers looking elsewhere.


If that happens, it is hard to see television rights around cricket being as sought after as they have always been in the last 15 years. And where does that leave everyone? I'm not trying to be an economist or doomsday prophet - this is just how I see it.


Let us not be so satisfied with the present, with deals and finances in hand that we get blindsided. Everything that has given cricket its power and influence in the world of sports has started from that fan in the stadium. They deserve our respect and let us not take them for granted. Disrespecting fans is disrespecting the game. The fans have stood by our game through everything. When we play, we need to think of them. As players, the balance between competitiveness and fairness can be tough but it must be found.


If we stand up for the game's basic decencies, it will be far easier to tackle its bigger dangers - whether it is finding short cuts to easy money or being lured by the scourge of spot-fixing and contemplating any involvement with the betting industry.


Cricket's financial success means it will face threats from outside the game and keep facing them. The last two decades have proved this over and over again. The internet and modern technology may just end up being a step ahead of every anti-corruption regulation in place in the game. As players, the one way we can stay ahead for the game, is if we are willing to be monitored and regulated closely.


Even if it means giving up a little bit of freedom of movement and privacy. If it means undergoing dope tests, let us never say no. If it means undergoing lie-detector tests, let us understand the technology, what purpose it serves and accept it. Now lie-detectors are by no means perfect but they could actually help the innocent clear their names. Similarly, we should not object to having our finances scrutinised if that is what is required.


When the first anti-corruption measures were put into place, we did moan a little bit about being accredited and depositing our cell phones with the manager. But now we must treat it like we do airport security because we know it is for our own good and our own security.


Players should be ready to give up a little personal space and personal comfort for this game, which has given us so much. If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear.


Other sports have borrowed from cricket's anti-corruption measures to set up their own ethical governance programmes and we must take pride in belonging to a sport that is professional and progressive.


One of the biggest challenges that the game must respond to today, I believe, is charting out a clear road map for the three formats. We now realise that the sport's three formats cannot be played in equal numbers - that will only throw scheduling and the true development of players completely off gear.


There is a place for all three formats, though, we are the only sport I can think of which has three versions. Cricket must treasure this originality. These three versions require different skills, skills that have evolved, grown, changed over the last four decades, one impacting on the other.


Test cricket is the gold standard, it is the form the players want to play. The 50-over game is the one that has kept cricket's revenues alive for more than three decades now. Twenty20 has come upon us and it is the format people, the fans want to see.


Cricket must find a middle path, it must scale down this mad merry-go-round that teams and players find themselves in: heading off for two-Test tours and seven-match ODI series with a few Twenty20s thrown in.


Test cricket deserves to be protected, it is what the world's best know they will be judged by. Where I come from, nation versus nation is what got people interested in cricket in the first place. When I hear the news that a country is playing without some of its best players, I always wonder, what do their fans think?


People may not be able to turn up to watch Test cricket but everyone follows the scores. We may not fill 65,000 capacity stadiums for Test matches, but we must actively fight to get as many as we can in, to create a Test match environment that the players and the fans feed off. Anything but the sight of Tests played on empty grounds. For that, we have got to play Test cricket that people can watch.


I don't think day-night Tests or a Test championship should be dismissed.


In March of last year I played a day-night first-class game in Abu Dhabi for the MCC and my experience from that was that day-night Tests is an idea seriously worth exploring. There may be some challenges in places where there is dew but the visibility and durability of the pink cricket ball was not an issue.


Similarly, a Test championship, with every team and player driving themselves to be winners of a sought after title, seems like it would have a context to every game.


Keeping Tests alive may mean different innovations in different countries - maybe taking it to smaller cities, playing it in grounds with smaller capacities like New Zealand has thought of doing, maybe reviving some old venues in the West Indies, like the old Recreation Ground in Antigua.


When I was around seven years old, I remember my father taking a Friday off so that we could watch three days of Test cricket together. On occasions he couldn't, I would accompany one of his friends, just to soak in a day of Test cricket and watch the drama slowly unfold.


What we have to do is find a way to ensure that Test matches fit into 21st century life, through timing, environments and the venues they are held in. I am still convinced it can be done, even in our fast-moving world with a short attention span. We will often get told that Test matches don't make financial sense, but no one ever fell in love with Test cricket because they wanted to be a businessman. Not everything of value comes at a price.


There is a proposal doing the rounds about scrapping the 50-over game completely. I am not sure I agree with that - I certainly know that the 50-over game helped us innovate strokes in our batting which we were then able to take into Test matches. We all know that the 50-over game has been responsible for improving fielding standards all over the world.


The future may well lie in playing one-day internationals centered around ICC events, like the Champions Trophy and the World Cups. This would ensure that all 50-over matches would build up for those tournaments.


That will cut back the number of one-day internationals played every year but at least those matches will have context. Since about I think 1985, people have been saying that there is too much meaningless one-day cricket. Maybe it's finally time to do something about it.


The Twenty20 game as we know has as many critics as it has supporters in the public. Given that an acceptable strike rate in T20 these days is about 120, I should probably complain about it the most. The crowd and revenue numbers, though, tell us that if we don't handle Twenty20 correctly, we may well have more and more private players stepping in to offer not just slices of pie, but maybe even bigger pies themselves.


So I'll re-iterate what I've just said very quickly because balancing three formats is important:


We have Test cricket like we have always had, nation versus nation, but carefully scheduled to attract crowds and planned fairly so that every Test playing country gets its fair share of Tests. And playing for a championship or a cup, not just a ranking.


The 50-overs format focused around fewer, significant multi-nation ICC events like the Champions Trophy and the World Cup. In the four-year cycle between World Cups, plan the ODI calendar and devise rankings around these few important events. Anything makes more sense than seven-match ODI series.


The best role for Twenty20 is as a domestic competition through official leagues, which will make it financially attractive for cricketers. That could also keep cricket viable in countries where it fights for space and attention.


Because the game is bigger than us all, we must think way ahead of how it stands today. Where do we want it to be in the year 2020? Or say in 2027, when it will be 150 years since the first Test match was played. If you think about it, cricket has been with us longer than the modern motor car, it existed before modern air travel took off.


As much as cricket's revenues are important to its growth, its traditions and its vibrancy are a necessary part of its progress in the future. We shouldn't let either go because we played too much of one format and too little of the other.


Professionalism has given cricketers of my generation privileged lives and we know it, even though you may often hear us whining about burn-out, travel and the lack of recovery time.


Whenever we begin to get into that mindset, it's good to remember a piece of Sachin's conversation with Bradman. Sachin told us that he had asked Sir Don how he had mentally prepared for big games, what his routines were. Sir Don said, that well, before a game he would go to work and after the game go back to work. Whenever a cricketer feels a whinge coming on, that would be good to remember.


Before I conclude, I also want to talk briefly about an experience I have often had over the course of my career. It is not to do with individuals or incidents, but one I believe is important to share. I have sometimes found myself in the middle of a big game, standing at slip or even at the non-strikers end and suddenly realised that everything else has vanished. At that moment, all that exists is the contest and the very real sense of the joy that comes from playing the game.


It is an almost meditative experience, where you reconnect with the game just like you did years ago, when you first began, when you hit your first boundary, took the first catch, scored your first century, or were involved in a big victory. It lasts for a very fleeting passage of time, but it is a very precious instant and every cricketer should hang on to it.


I know it is utterly fanciful to expect professional cricketers to play the game like amateurs; but the trick, I believe, is taking the spirit of the amateur - of discovery, of learning, of pure joy, of playing by the rules - into our profession. Taking it to practice or play, even when there's an epidemic of white-line fever breaking out all over the field.


In every cricketer there lies a competitor who hates losing, and yes, winning matters. But it is not the only thing that matters when you play cricket. How it is played is as important for every member of every team because every game we play leaves a footprint in cricket's history. We must never forget that.


What we do as professionals is easily carried over into the amateur game, in every way - batting, bowling, fielding, appealing, celebration, dissent, argument. In the players of 2027, we will see a reflection of this time and of ourselves and it had better not annoy or anguish us 50-year-olds.


As the game's custodians, it is important we are not tempted by the short-term gains of the backward step. We can be remembered for being the generation that could take the giant stride.


Thank you for the invitation to address all of you tonight, and your attention.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Best Songs Of Year 2011

This year we had quite some movies crossing the 100 Crore benchmark. But musically I would say we didn't do that well.

Only No One Killed Jessica, Delhi Belly, Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, Rockstar were the best Albums in terms of Quality of Music. Then we had crowd pullers in Ready, Ra.One, etc.

Here is my list of best songs of the Year, in alphabetical Order, compiled solely based on what I having been listening all over the year.


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Bhaag DK Bose [Delhi Belly]
Ram Sampath
Ram Sampath


What the Hell... !!! That was my first reaction.
Similar to one I had for 'Munni Badnaam Hui' from Dabangg.

Just like 'Munni....' this one is inspired from a 'swear phrase' used in Eastern UP and Bihar.

Rarely we have enjoyed a song which has made tricky use of swearword !!.
Full Credit to Ram Sampath for delivering this 'Katora...which indeed turned out Kuaan" ....!!!

Along with 'Bedardi Raja', 'Sweety Sweety' & 'Saigal Blues' this one is a Path Breaking Album !!







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Darling [7 Khoon Maaf]
Vishal Bhardwaj
Usha Uthup & Rekha Bhardwaj


One of the most underrated song of the year. But very amazingly composed and choreographed. Full Of Life !!!

Vishal Bhardwaj and Gulzar's combination works again .....and quite emphatically this time with the high energy of Usha Uthup and Rekha Bhardwaj.




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Dilli [No One Killed Jessica]
Amit Trivedi
Tochi Raina & Shriram Iyer

A song for Dilli walas !!!

Gonna Treasure this one along with 'Ye Dilli Hai Mere Yaar' (Delhi 6) and ' Dilli' by Rabbi Shergill (Delhi Heights) .

Full of energy , sarcasm and lots of noise !! 'Saruri Dilli' , 'Mui Dilli' .. loved it !!
The song with its lyrics cuts through you .. just like the city does..sometime .


Superbly composed by Amit Trivedi , touching the right notes of Dilli and amazing words used by Amitabh Bhattacharya.




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Nasha (Dil Dosti Yaari) [Shaitan]
Prashant Pillai
Prashant Pillai, Bindu Nambiar

This song is celebration of friendship. Breezy, Catchy and simply Joyful.
Got hooked to this one instantaneously !!!








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Dil Ko Dhadakne Do [Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara]
Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy
Shankar Mahadevan, Suraj Jagan, Joi Barua


Just like the movie, songs are youthful, rich with ever evolving lyrics of Jawed Akhtar. Another superb album from Shanker-Ehsaan-Loy , just in line with Dil Chahta Hai , Kal Ho Naa Ho, Rock On.

Kab tak ginein hum dhadkane , dil jaise dhadke dhadakne do
Kyun hai koi aag dabi, shola jo bhadke bhadakne do .......


You just want to be a car with old friends ....and go on and on .....




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Ik Junoon (Paint It Red) [Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara]
Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy
Shankar Mahadevan, Suraj Jagan, Joi Barua

Another one from the album. Super Cool Music .. pepped with nice words and full of freshness.
And the best part ..its choreography .. simply awesome feeling !!!

Sab Zanjeerein Tod Ke Sare Uljhan Chhod Ke
Hum Hain, Dil Hai Aur Hai Aawaragi

Kuch Din Se Hum Log Par Aata Hai Sab Ko Nazar
Aaya Hai Jo Daur Naya Hai Aawaragi


It simply echos your fantasy . The things that you Imagine you should be doing when you are in office ...at your boring work.




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Kun Faya Kun [Rockstar]
A R Rahman
A. R. Rahman, Javed Ali, Mohit Chauhan


Most Soulful song of the year. The best I have heard of A R Rahman since Arziyaan (Delhi 6).

Jab Kahin Pe Kuch Nahin Bhi nahin tha......

Simply Divine and Sublime. Listen you it when you are alone.....






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Oooh La La [The Dirty Picture]
Vishal-Shekhar
Bappi Lahiri & Shreya Ghoshal


Raunchy !!! 
A tribute to the mindless 80s music when Bappi Lahiri ruled the Charts and songs where choreographed with 100 some dancers and Apples , Oranges and Colors thrown over the heroines  Ala Himmatwala , Mawali, etc.



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Sadda Haq [Rockstar]
A R Rahman
Mohit Chauhan


Probably Best Album Of The Year. Enough has been said about it..... but just not enough !!
Thrilling lyrics by Irshad Kamil , Rebellious and superb work on Guitar by Orianthi

But the hero of the songs is Mohit Chauhan. Huge leap for him from his soft romantic songs.

Tum logon ki, iss duniya mein, Har kadam pe, insaan ghalat
Main sahi samajh ke jo bhi karoon, Tum kehte ho ghalat !
Main ghalat hoon toh phir kaun sahi,
Marzi se jeene ki bhi main, Kya tum sabko arzi doon
Matlab ki tum sab ka mujh pe, Mujh se bhi zyada haq hai


Sadda Haq Aithe Rakh !!!






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Saibu [Shor In The City]
Sachin-Jigar
Shreya Ghoshal & Tochi Raina


Love Track of the year from one of the most low profile album. Shreya Ghoshal croons as beautiful as she has ever.And Sachin-Jihar, an unkown face in Indian Music , delivers a very mesmerizing and soft melody.

The variation in terms of instruments is something to watch out for in the song.
And I love the part when it goes .."Dheere Dheere..."




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Sadi Gali [Tanu Weds Manu]
RDB
Lehember Hussainpuri


Nobody can imagine an Indian Wedding without a punjabi number and Sadi gali of Lehember Hussainpuri is must in the play list. Sung in a mood of full celebration the song makes you stand up and let yourself go !!

Couldn't have missed the the only wedding number in the list.





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Tum Ho [Rockstar]
A R Rahman
Mohit Chauhan.

Most romantic song of the Year. Sadda Haq and Kun Faya Kun grew on me but this one ...I fell in love with this one.......instantly.

Mohit Chauhan's one of the best love songs.







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Yeh Saali Zindagi [Yeh Saali Zindagi]
Nishat Khan
Sunidhi Chauhan & Shilpa Rao


How could you not like a song that echos the life we live ....

'Zindagi pe tera mera kisi ka na zor hai Hum sochte hai kuch wo saali sochti kuch aur hai, Yeh zindagi .............Ye saali zindagi'.

Another underrated Album of the Year.


Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Abbas-Mastan: The Bollywood Masters Of Rip-Offs


As Abbas-Mastan launch the trailer of their upcoming ‘Players’ as ’Official‘ remake of ’Italian Job’, here is List of ‘Unofficial” Rip-Offs of the movies by the Director Duo. It’s pity that most of the movies have been nominated for ‘Original Story’.

At least this time they bought the Rights of the film but their 12 previous attempts have were never mentioned that they were inspired or lifted. Although the duo wear the ‘white’ but had been doing the job of lifting. Lets looks into the films which were copied -ripped or raped, by the duo at will.



                     Khel Khel Mein [1975]                                                          Khiladi [1992]


1. First Movie of Khiladi Series was ‘Inspired’ by our own Bollywood Flick. First success for Akshay Kumar!!!




            A Kiss Before Dying [1991]                                                        Baazigar [1993]
 
2. The movie that made Shahrukh the Star he is today was a Copy’. This time the Director Duo ventured Hollywood for Inspiration.But Hollywood never had ‘Kaali Kaali Aakhien’ to boast off !!! Superb Music and SRK won his first Fimfare Award. Bollywood has no reason to Complain.




      Sleeping With The Enemy [1991]                                                     Daraar [1996]
 
3. This one got Bollywood Frenzy. Can’t blame Abbas-Mastan alone. There were 3 filmmakers making Rip-Offs of ‘Sleeping With The Enemy’. And at the same Time. Only Partho Gosh got it right with ‘Agni Sakshi’ . Both ‘Yarana’ and ‘Daraar’ bombed!!! But Arbaaz Khan got Filmfare Award for Best Villain.




                 Nick Of Time [1995]                                                              Baadshah [1999]
   
4. This is Classic. It was copy of not one but three films. Central plot was from ‘Nick Of Time’ and Action Sequence were from Jackie Chan’s ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ & ‘Rush Hour’. UnofficiallyCopied but Film was Official Failure at Box Office !!!




                     Pretty Woman [1990]                                                 Chori Chori Chupke Chupke [2001]
   
5. Now Abbas-Mastan want to do something in Romance Genre . But as usual they dont have anything original in mind. So what they should do. Simple !!!

Take ‘Pretty Woman’ as ‘Doosri Dulhan’ to ’Hum Aap ke Hain Kaun’ type setup for ‘Shaadi’ and ‘Goad Bharai’ . And here we are with ‘Chori Chori Chupke Chupke’.The film didn’t set Box Office on fire but it did land Bharat Shah in Jail for underworld connection.



                   Consenting Adults [1992]                                                   Ajnabee[2001]
 
6. Another Rip-Off. And the film’s credits show ‘Neeraj Vora’ for ‘Story’.But it doesnt matter as the Film was a success and Ashkay Kumar wins his first Fimfare Award for Negative Role.




            A Perfect Murder [1998]                                                      Humraaz [2002]

7. Another Copy. Another Musical Superhit. And we complain why they copy!!! Akshay Khanna gets many nominations for Best Villain. Seems Villains from Abbas-Mastan movies eventually win !!




             Christine [1983]                                                          Tarzan: The Wonder Car [2004]




8. They even managed to launch a Car for this movie. But the Car along with the movie met with a Well Deserved box office disaster.





                 Disclosure [1994]                                                                  Aitraaz [2004]


 9. Another Musical Hit. This time Priyanka Chopra wins Filmfare Award in Negative Roles. Demi Moore didn’t win any for her much bolder ‘Original’ version. Another reason to make ‘Copies’ !!!



                 Once Upon A Crime [1992]                                           36 China Town [2006]


10. Now how long you can keep copying others Ideas and sell it to different Audience. Another shameless Rip-Off.




                    dot the i [2003]                                                                 Naqaab [2007]


 11. It was frame by frame copy of ‘dot the i’. Not sure why they wanted to copy this one as the original wasn’t a commercial or critical success. The Copied version bombed too.



                  Goodbye Lover [1998]                                                          Race [2008]



12. Biggest Hit of Abbas-Mastan. For that not only did they copy the Script from Hollywood’s ‘Goodbye Lover’ but they copied music from Korea for ‘Pehli Nazar Mein…’ and ‘Zara Zara Touch Me’.

Worst Movies Of Shahrukh Khan!!

Ra.One came and left Shah Rukh Khan Fans disappointed. But that wasn’t the first movie by SRK to do so. Here is my List of Worst movies of SRK in chronological order!!!




Zamaana Deewana [1995]: Can you imagine it was directed by the man who gave us “Sholay”? Well this Shahrukh Khan’s senseless flick turned out to be the last film by Ramesh Sippy.





Guddu [1995]: When legends like Naushad and Majrooh Sultanpuri collaborate to compose a song that goes “Thandi me pasina bahe, Naa Bhookh naa pyas lage, Yaar Yahi Pyar To Nahi, Daddy se Puchhunga”, then you know what lies ahead.

Even writer of all time Classic movies like ‘Pyaasa’ & ‘Kagaz Ke Phool’ could not inspire himself. This was the last time Abrar Alvi wrote anything for Indian Cinema. I guess he saved his worst for the last.






Oh Darling! Yeh Hai India [1995]: This was Shahrukh’s second movie under Ketan Mehta’s direction, both with his wife Deepa Sahi playing opposite SRK. Deepa Sahi also wrote the Screenplay for this one. And the story goes like:

“Don Quixote (Amrish Puri) is a don who plans on selling India in a widely publicized auction. His plan is simple – kidnap the President (Anupam Kher), replace him with a lookalike (also Anupam Kher), throw a scare and “force” the fake President to sell India. Hero (Shahrukh Khan) is new to Mumbai, and is broke and also has Brain Tumor too. ”

Tragic!!! That’s what entire India said about the film.

Three back-to-back flops by Shahrukh. But I guess he didn’t care as a film named DDLJ was on its way.






Trimurti [1995]:Produced by the massively successful filmmaker Subhash Ghai, this costly, star-studded, and heavily hyped epic was not simply Ghai’s first flop in over a decade, but a bomb of colossal proportions — both critically and financially — and one which Ghai would later disown by claiming that it was veteran director Mukul Anand’s film.

By far the movie’s most glaring miscalculation is the conception of its villain, whose garish make-up, thick eyebrows, hook nose and mane of hair make him look like a reject from Planet of the Apes.

This was beginning of end of Subhash Ghai as he delivered Yaadein, Kisna and Yuvraaj in the next few years.






English Babu Desi Mem [1996]: If you are a kin of a bollywood star then there are fair chances that you may end up doing something in films. That’s what Praveen Nischol, brother of Navin Nischol, did. He ended up directing this one. And to the relief of audience this was his first and last attempt at direction. Even a triple role of Shahrukh Khan couldn’t save the film.





Chaahat [1996]: Mahesh Bhatt has directed superb movies likes Arth, Saraansh, Naam, Sir , Hum Hain Rahi Pyaar Ke andZakham. But not sure why he opted for this story which has been seen and heard millions time.

Simple Guy from Village, Dying Father, Crazy Girl , Love Triangle and a Gunda Bhai to make up for the traditional villain slot. Move on!!!





Koyla [1997]: First 15 mins into the movie and I felt that I am watching a C Grade Kanti Shah Flick. A Mute Shahrukh didn’t help either. Even Chartbusting music and beautiful Madhuri couldn’t save it going black and blurred. But I kind liked Amrish Puri’s ‘Bloody Phool’ accent!!





Josh [2000]: This was the first movie of Shahrukh that came after nation was mesmerized by Hrithik Roshan in ‘Kaho Naa..Pyaar Hai’. SRK’s number one status was challenged for the first time in a decade. Expectations were huge. And what we got is a pale copy of ‘West Side Story’.


Mansoor Khan was nowhere near the director that gave us ‘QSQT’ and ‘Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander’. A Total disappointment, though it did average on Box Office due to its hype. Even good music by Annu Malik and SRK’s debut as singer (inspired by Amir Khan’s Khandala Outing) couldn’t make audience sit through the film.






Asoka [2001]: Asoka is Rockstar and Kaurwaki is from FTV. That’s what most of the critics said after the release of film.

In most of the roles that Shahrukh plays his characters in the movie end up playing Shahrukh Khan. Sometimes you like it sometime you don’t. But no one expected Asoka to play Shahrukh Khan rather than vice-versa. In our history lessons I guess none of us imagined Asoka singing and dancing to woo Kaurwaki. That was too much. And to no one’s surprise the film bombed. People preferred to go for Sunny Deol’s high decibel ‘Indian’ which was released on the same day.


There were other ‘Eligible’ Movies too, like ‘Dil Ashna Hai, King Uncle, Ram Jaane andMaya Memsaab. But I guess they got benefit of doubts!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Sachin.... A Living Legend

When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam. When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy. It seems while Father Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of our Sachin. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had a Sachin Tendulkar and we never will.

21st May 1997: A date that has annoyed, irritated or in some cases tormented many a cricket fan. It was on this day that Saeed Anwar broke Viv Richards' record for the highest ever score in a One Day International. The record was thus passed on from a legend of the game to a player who was merely good, but by no stretch extraordinary - Anwar averaged 37.62 against the major nations in ODIs, and away from home his average shrank to 26.70.

Then last year, another name joined Anwar at the top of the list: Charles Coventry. Even after he scored 194 not out, a lot of people in a lot of cricketing discussions over lots of beers in lots of pubs, would still be asking: Charles who?

The anomaly at the top of the record charts was begging to be corrected. As my colleague Srivathsa said, he was waiting for this day since that fateful May night almost 13 years ago.

He was not alone. There were thousands - millions probably - who felt that the name that belonged at the top of the table was that of Sachin Tendulkar.

In what is proving to be a golden twilight of his career, Tendulkar has systematically gone about checking all the un-checked boxes in his cricketing CV. One important one was ticked when he led a mammoth fourth innings chase against England at the same ground that he had failed to complete the job against Pakistan in 1999. Another was accomplished today, with the world's highest ODI score and first ODI double-century. No other name seemed to have belonged so naturally at the top of the list than his.

Until today, Tendulkar had seemed like the logical successor to Viv Richards as the greatest ODI batsman of his generation. Not anymore.

He is now undoubtedly, the greatest ODI batsman ever. He has made the great Viv seem like a mere prelude to the real thing.

From the moment he came out to bat and stroked his first boundary to the moment when he raised his arms in triumph, in release, in acknowledgment - he looked like he was batting in a different zone. This is supposed to be a man on his last cricketing legs, but he didn't use a runner for a single minute of his innings and came out to field from the first ball to boot! With Sachin Tendulkar though, what is supposed to be and what is, don't always match.

One man is not supposed to carry the hopes of a nation of a billion every time he walks out to bat. But he does.

One man is not supposed to be the barometer of a country's happiness - he is being thrust with an impossible responsibility. But he is.

A man who makes his debut as an impressionable, precocious 16 year old is not supposed to last for 20 years as an international celebrity and not have any outrageous scandals associated with him. One man isn't supposed to display a superhuman quality of being human, if he has been granted the superhuman gifts that Sachin Tendulkar has. But he remains so.

A man is supposed to be mortal, to be granted the allowance for errors. But he isn't.

A man is not supposed to retain the same enthusiasm for a sport across more than 20 years, having spent the majority of those years under public scrutiny like no other. But he has.

I thought I had expended all possible superlatives for Sachin Tendulkar, when he completed twenty years in international cricket and I wrote this piece. I forgot, for a moment, that with Sachin Tendulkar superlatives don't ever exhaust themselves. There might come a day when Roget's Thesaurus will fail to find adequate words to describe the man, but he himself will not fail.

As he raised his arms in triumph, a country pumped its collective fist and let out a collective primeval roar. The relief, the sense of accomplishment, and the satisfaction at getting to the landmark was all the more keenly felt because for a long time now, there has been only one man who seemed capable of breaching the 200-run mark in an ODI. Sehwag has also threatened to do that, but Sehwag has never come as close as Sachin has. He made 186 not out against New Zealand at Hyderabad, but that was in an era when 300 was an almost certainly winning score. He then hit 163 not out against New Zealand a year ago, but retired with cramps. And then of course there was that heart-breaking 175 against the Aussies in November last year.

Many of us feared that his best shot at the record was gone with the end of that innings. When we, his fans, could not pick ourselves up after that shattering loss, how would he manage to do so?

However, while that loss might have broken lesser men, it seemed to spur Sachin Tendulkar on towards ensuring that such heart-break was never to be experienced again. The next time he came so close, there would be no denying him. And so he battled on. He had hit the ball with unbelievable power, and his hands must have been tiring. He had placed the ball with unbelievable dexterity, and his inventiveness must have been ebbing. He had run every single run with unwavering commitment as hard as he could - his partners' and his own - and his legs must have been sending urgent messages to his brain to let up. But nothing was going to sway him today. There had been too many golden moments snatched from him at the last moment. This one was going to be had.

The final flourish of a golden career is going considerably better than the purple patches of most other batsmen's careers. Two check-boxes remain to be ticked - a Test triple century beckons, but more than that, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar will want to keep his date with destiny on April 2nd 2011 in Mumbai.

Even if those landmarks are not achieved though, India will remain happy. He doesn't require much effort to keep India happy - all he has to do is get hold of a bat and stride out to the middle.

And so, years from now, when he has retired, we will be fondly paraphrasing Robert Browning to the next generation and the next: Sachin Tendulkar was in his batting gear and all was right with India.




Saturday, October 31, 2009

Speech By Chetan Bhagat At Symboisis- Pune

Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you.

This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated. The first day in college is one of them. When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about. I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not all the time.
Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party â€" several months in advance â€" just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.
I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost. So how to save the spark?
Imagine the spark to be a lamp's flame. The first aspect is nurturing - to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.
To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn't any external measure - a certain cost to company pay package, a particular car or house.
Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. But it isn't the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr. Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won't be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive. Just getting better from current level s feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.
Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature's design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.
There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.
You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathon or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.
One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up?

It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
I've told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.
Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don't go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades â€" how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you. But it's life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that's where you want to be.
Disappointment' s cousin is frustration, the second storm. Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don't know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me fi ve years to get close to a release. Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved â€" movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result â€" at least I was learning how to write scripts, having a side plan â€" I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.
Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it â€" not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let's be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don't. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don't get literary praise. It's ok. I don't look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It's ok. Don't let unfairness kill your spark.
Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. . And you may drop some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and then others.
There you go. I've told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.
I welcome you again to the most wonderful years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it now more than any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying - I come from the land of a billion sparks.
Thank You.