CHEER(up)LEADERS

Sneakily switching channels to catch those divine goddesses/unrealistically hot babes of Baywatch perhaps has been an integral part of every Complan Boys’s life…and of course, for those who no longer need Complan, and a Teachers is just as good.
And after every episode followed a deep reverie dangerously and tangibly tilting towards a fantasy,as You imagined what it would be like to catch even a fleeting glimpse of them in real-life.

Decades of such fantasies later came IPL.

Then came the cheerleaders...an equivalent of those memories,toned down with touches of reality.

And then came the moral brigade….and the rest is history…literally and figuratively even as they voiced ‘displeasure’ and ‘concern’ over the apparent ‘loss of Indian values’.
Really?? I may have been speaking from the point of view of a testosterone driven male before but that’s well and truly half the picture. It cannot be refuted that they entertain the masses…(and some of the fielders manning the boundary line).But they are important not just for their glamour quotient ;they are representative of how the game itself has evolved over the years from being the Gentleman’s(read snob’s) game to the game of the aam junta. Rather,Cricket has seemingly adapted itself as per the needs of the average Joe who has to slog from 9 to 8 under more pressure than ever before,trying to meet one steep deadline after another. So even if there is an Indo-Pak ODI over the weekend,he or she can just about hope to catch the last few overs. So what would you do in such a situation? Get yourself a drink at Park street and hit the disc where you drink some more,dance like a retarded monkey and stare at cute guys/ gals. IPL is what offers a different way to unwind.Although I am sure there are many who would still prefer the former scenario,i am equally certain that many guys or girls will prefer sports…in this case IPL.
And why not? It’s giving us what we need: an action packed extravaganza complete with bollywood stars,the best cricketers of the world thrown into one single arena,foot-tapping music for those wannabe Hrithiks and the cheerleaders who egg on the crowd incase you are running short of enthusiasm…and all this inside an approximate of 4hours. That’s total entertainment for me. And the cheerleaders just happen to be an important part of that entertainment-package. So where exactly does morality fit into all this? I think the MP’s(moral police) are implying,that should you happen to be more interested in ‘finer legs’ than fine-legs,then we have a situation at hand…therein lies your ‘immorality’. Perhaps,by shifting priorities from late-cuts to deep-cuts,you are getting your priorities wrong.Simple.
But I believe,and i speak for every true cricket fan hopefully,that the lovers of this now-beautiful game need not be told the fact that a straight-six by Sachin is still even sexier than the ladies with pom-pom’s.Of course,if a batsman decides to make 30 off a hundred deliveries,then i would much rather prefer watching ‘em blondes gyrating away to glory!!
So our MP’s need not feel “concerned” as far as loss of values are concerned on the cricket field.
I am sure our MP’s have voiced their “concern” keeping the best interests of India’s tradition in mind.And being responsible citizens,it is our duty to bring any cases of Value-loss to their attention. For example,the banning of bar-dancers,who are forced to dance and please complete strangers due to inavailability of other decent jobs; instantly robbed many women of their livelihood…I am guessing,though I might be wrong,that maybe it is perhaps not moral. When people with enough political clout get away with rape,murder etc etc….maybe…just maybe it is immoral.

I am sure that our MP’s, our most loved guardians of Indian culture,tradition and values;the Justice-League of our great nation,fiercely protecting our morals from westernization will take up these matters and many more and ensure that there is no loss whatsoever in our values and the halo of purity on our heads is preserved till eternity. Amen to that.

No regrets

Shards of your memory,last night
Sliced me up with neat precision…
(So you’re expecting some blood,tears maybe
For metaphors sake,at least)
Sorry. I just made a bad decision.

Useless Philosophy

Damn.Its one of those moments again.
When reality makes love to you...and you’re left with a sense of waste,despondency and an overwhelming sense of nothingness inside you.Not something you bargained for.
But that’s exactly what happens sometimes is’nt it? When you manage to coax your subconscious into sneaking a peek at the world around you,for what it actually is,and not how you think it is,and not how you force yourself perpetually to believe it to be.Some might say these are moments of epiphany…I just think these are moments of life exposed to the hilt for what it truly stands for..nothing.We have this despicable habit of viewing things from an extremely parochial point of view..we see what we want to see..we believe what we want to believe. But the notes of reality are jarring enough to reshuffle our make-believe world.
I think i am digressing. I just heard of someone passing away recently…drug overdose.He was a student i think…an exceptional one at that.
The potential of his being reduced to nothing. He makes me realize the bubble of stupidity and pretence I have created around myself..the bubble of transitory dreams and desires….a great job,success in life..successful relationships.. a giant bubble…and a vulnerable one too.
Suddenly everything seems so naked…so real.
I look around myself and see my own reflection in the glass wall of farce around me.Its got a crack running right through the middle.