Amma, I salute you

A rift in a relationship, be in any kind of relationship, happens when one person takes the other for granted. And this "taking for granted" phenomenon happens most of the time with the one most important person in our lives without whom we wouldn't even be walking the face of the earth, our mothers.

She wakes up at 5.30 in the morning to make sure that she gets us ready on time, be it sending her kids to school or her husband to office. She runs up and down the house, cleaning up the mess and taking such good care of us. After sending us off, she washes clothes, does the dishes, tidies the house and cooks lunch.

She then decides to take a quick nap, for she is human after all and exertion got the better of her.

Then when evening comes, one after the other, her babies (husband included) come back home. She makes them something special to eat everyday.

"There is no salt in the pasta."

"The chutney tastes awful," we say, not quite noticing her face falling. She has been working for us all day long and the best we give her is a sarcastic reprimand.

She takes it all in and still smiles. Sometimes she loses her cool and screams, at us and at the walls, because we hardly take time to listen to her and pay heed to what she is saying.

She then decides to go out of town for two days.

Oh, all hell breaks loose in the house.

We somehow manage to survive without the salt-less pasta, the awful tasting chutney. We wear the same school uniform to school the next day  because there is no one to wash out dirty clothes. We somehow get ready and leave for school/college/office in the morning, eating left overs. We get back home and the gate is shut and there is no smiling mother standing there, welcoming us back home.

We open the doors ourselves and go inside the house. We  have one look at it and we think "oh my God, how does amma do this everyday? How does she not get tired? How does she manage to keep the house perfectly in check?"

Then she comes back and taking one look at her smiling face, we know, everything is going to be okay. That the angel is back to guide us through our busy schedules, always smiling, always having her arms open to take us in, no matter how badly we treat her or have treated her in the past.

That is amma for you. unconditional, irrevocable love.

Aishwarya Kumar. 

The touch therapy

Love is a very relative term. It can mean a lot of things and it can be shown in a lot of ways. There is a general theory among elders (particularly people belonging to the 20th century) that touching, hugging, kissing is not the way of showing love. Rather, they want children to act upon it. They want us to clean the house, study hard, massage my mother's legs and so on. What they don't seem to understand is there is a lot of power in a hug and a kiss. And me hugging my mother and telling her that I love her does not mean that I don't respect her or I don't draw inspiration from her. For that matter, talking to her freely, sharing my inner most feelings, calling her my best friend are a few things that generation has never heard of and I pity them. There is nothing like the insight of your mother on dangerous subjects like the future. She has been there and done that. So that closeness will not only help you understand life from a different perspective, but it will also relieve you from the burden of holding something only to yourself.

My mother could never tell hers that she had a crush on a boy or that a guy on the road looked hot. Because they were taught that that was disrespect to the parent. What I don't understand is how has being close to your mother that you tell her everything anything to do with respecting her? I respect my mother and she knows that but there is also a level of comfort due to which I can talk about anything and everything to her. I think that is something very special that most of the kids in the past generation have missed out.

Just like  how you don't like me hugging her and letting her know that I love her, I don't like falling on her feet to tell her that I respect her, but I still make sure that I do that because you ask me to or because it makes you happy. Just the same way, respect my decision of giving my mom the 'touch therapy' once in a while because I know that even though she pushes me away every single time, it makes her feel special and it makes her feel happy.

Aishwarya Kumar

Five reasons why IPL should be scrapped.

Since the Indian Premier League was inaugurated, it has resulted in more head ache than is worth. True, there has been some absolutely stunning performances and amazing finds through IPL, but there will always be a question of integrity and purity of the matches played and this is not how cricket is played, not in India at least.

Here are the five reasons why I think the Indian Premier League should be scrapped.

1. Cricket is not about money. Cricket is about the unification of souls (Might seem sappy, but it is true). It is about a person revelling in the beauty and the innocence of the game. It is about discovering oneself. It is about patience and hardwork. Once you bring in big guns like India Cements, Raj Kundra, Shah Rukh Khan and Sun TV, it is hardly about cricket than it is about money and trading. So there is no way in hell, that I would want the game and the players to be sidelined for a bunch of crores!
2. They are human beings, you know? Two months of rigorous cricket is not good even at the international level. Consider playing club cricket every alternative day. By the end of the tournament, you will be so worn out that thinking about cricket would make you want to puke. But does the BCCI care? No! Take two days off, fly all the way to England, regroup, find your one day playing methodology and kick off the tournament in style. And the most important part is- do NOT return home without the cup!
3. Football is a great game, no doubt. But the one reason why I hate it is because there is absolutely no “my” factor to it. There is no “my country made it”, there is no “He is from my land and he made it big.” No matter what you say, club cricket is nothing close to International cricket. I find it weird when people in India say “my team made it to the top four of IPL” because I associate ‘my’ with “Country” and nothing else. I do not want to see club cricket overriding international cricket because there is no bigger shame than that.
4. The amount of electricity, water and other resources being used for prepping the stadiums is beyond negligible. The power cuts increase, people don’t get proper water supply, why? Because all of this is being directed to the stadiums. Money, energy and time spent on watching a live match is on a totally different plane altogether. My mother strictly told me that she wouldn’t let me watch IPL live simply because she did not want to  be a middle class person chugging out thousands of rupees for the corporate giants and  though it took time for me to understand her concept, I now understand it clearly. It was her way of defying the money mongrels.
5. Finally, do I even need to start about the spot-fixing scandal?

Long live cricket, long live the purity of the game.

Aishwarya Kumar.

Lack of Integrity, a shame!

From writing a college exam to passing a license test, integrity is the one word that hits us right across our faces. Take a simple class test for example. Your friend has not prepared for the test and she looks at you for help. It is up to you to tell her that you will not show her your answer sheet but you will help her study and clear the next test. On the other hand if you think to yourself, “what the hell! It’s just a class test” and help her out, not only are you compromising your integrity, but you’re planting the concept of ‘an easy way out’ for your friend and though you might not realize it now, it will pinch you in your butt later, I swear.

So considering that I have made my point clear, I am moving to the actual topic in question: The spot fixing controversy. Sreesanth’s mother claims that it was Jiju, his close friend who framed him after being allowed access to all his accessories. I strongly believe that this might have happened. But even if Jiju had in fact done all the phone calls and made all the negotiations, it was Sreesanth who delivered the six balls and made sure that he gave the required number of runs.

My mom always tells me that “a horse can only be taken to the pond, it can’t be made to drink the water. That can be done only by the horse.” Likewise, even if 90 per cent of the job was done by his friend Jiju (Or Biju, whatever it is!), it was Sreesanth who delivered the final punch. And it was he who subsequently got (I just can’t use the word earned.) the 2 crore rupees.

The players spent 100 hours talking to the bookies and planning each delivery in the over. If the same amount of hours had been spent trying to improve their game, neither would they have ruined their names and a good future in cricket, nor would the team have had to take the brunt of their shameful deed.

It takes a huge deal of hardwork, timing and luck for the players to get to the IPL. I personally know district and state players who slog their asses off to get to where Sreesanth, Chandila and Chavan are. And to even think of ruining everything they have worked so far just for the sake of a few crores is saddening.

For once, Preity Zinta made sense when she said that the players earn a lot of money through IPL, what was the need for them to indulge in corruption for the same.

The worst part about all this is the fact that Rahul Dravid, the epitome of honesty and innocence has had to go through all the crap that people gave him because of his team mates. If Sreesanth had pictured Dravid’s face at least once in this whole situation, he would not have gone through with the spot fixing.

By,

An ardent fan who still has hope in a corruption free cricketing future.

Aishwarya Kumar.