Monday, April 11, 2011

Kindness of strangers

It had been a tough day for her that day. She had been handling irate customers since morning and had ended up getting delayed by an hour to pick up her cute little 8 yr old son and 10 year old daughter from school - which meant instead of the usual 5 pm, she ended up being in the school at six. To top it all, it had started drizzling.

It would be dark by the time they would reach home.

Things couldn’t have got worse !– she thought .

The faces of her eagerly waiting children on the gate of the school brought a small smile to her tired face. She hugged them and together they got into an already crowded bus and stood patiently albeit completely exhausted, to make the one hour journey standing along with people –a lot of them half wet and half sweaty. Uh ! How I wish I were at home right now! – she thought. The rain had intensified and she could hardly see anything outside.

As they neared their stop a good two hours later ( the heavy rains had caused traffic jams through out the city ), she gathered her children again, put them in the line of people who were exiting the bus. Collecting the folds of her saree, clutching her office bag, managing the umbrella in one hand and the children in another hand, she got down into the dark, lonely, rainy bus-stop - getting all set to start the last lap of her journey home – a two km walk from the bus-stop to their apartment.

She had walked about 5-10 steps with her children in the splashing rains, when she heard a voice from the back. To her surprise, it was the driver of the bus she had just alighted from, calling her.

Where do you have to go- he asked loudly making himself heard above the loud pouring of the heavy rain.

The house is a 2 KM down the lane – she shouted back.

Perhaps it was the heavy rains, perhaps it was her already difficult situation, perhaps it was the face of those two innocent children that she was trying to manage. Perhaps he did not like the look of the lonely road that the three of them were to walk down. God knows what came over the kind driver that day. He did something he had never ever done before. He knew it was not his regular duty and there might be people who might question him. But he did what his conscience called him to do. He said without showing any trace of emotion on his face- get back in - I will drop you to the house.

She was stupefied and stunned. She had been famished and hapless enough - and the two km walk on the muddy road in the rain would have been really messy and maybe a little scary. She couldn’t believe her ears and her good fortune. She accepted the help with a grateful smile and climbed back into the bus.

The bus took a two km diversion from its normal route and dropped the young mother and the children to their apartment gate.

It had happened at least 25 years back. Life has moved on and she has long retired from her job. But the gratitude that she and her children feel for the unknown driver whose spontaneous timely gesture of help at her frustrating situation, still lingers and the memories of that night have stayed in their minds forever.

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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Vayun and the baby




Thats not a baby. Thats a football! - my 4 year old nephew, Vayun, tells me looking at my 9 months pregnant tummy. I smile. I tell him - Inside the tummy is a baby, beta. He isnt so sure. :) At a later point I ask him to touch my tummy to feel the baby - he does it very hesitantly - he says - I am scared.. ! with a smile.

Last weekend, I was to go for my scan appointment and I decided to take my nephew along with me. Atleast he could see the baby that he has been told so much about.

And on the weekend, we finally reach the hospital waiting room. Once we enter the maternity ward of the hospital, we are greeted by a huge picture of a pretty to-be mom with a tummy that looked like a football. Vayun stops in front of picture, comes back to me- looks at my tummy and bursts out in a giggle. Perhaps he thinks there are more women with a funny football tummy ! :)

And then after some wait, we go into the scan room. He sees the baby on the scan machine, but he is not able to figure out much.

Can you see the baby? - Doctor asks him kindly .

No! He says, as he is trying to make sense of the grey areas on the scan machine.
That was understandable - coz the baby was not very clear in the scan.

Looking at his eager face, Doctor asks him kindly – are you waiting for the baby to come out..?

He says - YES!..

Doctor smiles back and says - Baby also wants to come out to meet you .. !

He giggles in excitement at that ! :)

The doctor feels sorry that Vayun is not able to see the baby clearly- so does the next best thing. She puts the doppler machine on my tummy.

The baby's heart beat goes - DUBH dubh ! DUBH dubh ! DUBH dubh ! DUBH dubh ! - LOUD AND CLEAR.

He smiles and giggles in delight and anticipation !

Once the scan is over, ( secretly I was more disappointed than him that I couldnt show him what I had been promising the whole of last week ), I ask him - Did you see the baby ?

He looks at me with an innocent beautiful face and says - How could I , the baby is in your tummy na.. !

Well, I couldnt argue more.. !

After a while, he looks at me curiously, widens his big round eyes in a question and asks with the innocence of a four year old- The doctor couldnt take the baby out ?

Uh ! I am stumped.

I recover and reply back- No beta.The doctor couldnt ! ( What else do I say.. )

By now we have reached the patients waiting area. He asks me again - loud and clear for everyone in the waiting room to hear - When is the doctor taking the baby out ?

I sneak a glance around - all the patients have stopped doing whatever they are doing and have started looking at my nephew and are giving him a loving, adoring glance - also they are simultaneously sneaking a glance at me, waiting to see what answer I would give him. I smile at him and say affectionately - She will take it out beta.. Maybe in another 10 days ...

He smiles back at me and says - Another ten days ? OK ! ..

The answer seemed to satisfy him. He seemed as if he could definitely wait for 10 days more.

And then he runs behind me again as we scoot out of the hospital.

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Friday, April 1, 2011

The Making of a Cricketer - Ajit Tendulkar

Its the World Cup Season and what better time to dedicate a post to the God of Cricket - Sachin. Recently I read a book called 'The Making of a Cricketer' by Ajit Tendulkar which talks about the formative years of Sachin Tendulkar in Cricket i.e. it talks about the years of all the school and club cricket played by Sachin and the journey he took till First Class International Cricket.

The book also shows the maturity and growth of a 12 year old boy to a 16 year old adult and the peace and calmness with which Sachin handles the various responsibilities that he undertakes. Since the book has been written by his brother himself - it also shows the involvement, and encouragement of his family in his growth.

Below are few excerpts from the book -

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This is when Sachin must have been 7-8 years old -

This was when I noticed something unusual about my little brother. Though Sachin used to imitate his heroes in other sports ( like JOhn McEnroe), he was never seen copying his cricketing idols. Whether batting or bowling, his style was his own. He never hesitated to play strokes. While batting, his arms always swung freely. I thought, he had a great feel for the game and excellent judgement in reading the length of the ball. For those who saw him play, his body movements were enough to provide evidence of the natural sportsman in him.

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This talks about his initial days of training with Achrekar Sir who was primarily responsible for grooming him -

Sachin had changed since his first net practice when he preferred to stand by himself. Now he mixed easily with his team mates. Achrekar Sir told him he would be batting at number four in the inter school tournaments. This was excellent motivation for him. Now he stopped finding excuses to skip net practice. In fact once the school nets began, he'd finish with his batting turn and before removing his pads, he'd ask someone to bowl to him so that he could correct his faults.

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This talks about the initial days of Sachin playing for some prominent clubs in Mumbai -

Sachin played the next match and batted at two wickets down. The situation was such that he had to go for runs immediately and also match his senior partners by scoring quickly and running fast between the wickets. He justified his inclusion by scoring a quickfire 30 runs. Though the team was chasing a big target, Sachin did not resort to any sort of slogging. He played calmly, getting his runs mainly with perfectly executed cover drives and square cuts. This innings was an indication of his growing maturity since he was playing under the pressure of proving himself and justifying Achrekar Sir's stand of insisting on his inclusion and sending him at number four.

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This is a conversation that takes place between Sachin and his brother Ajit in the forth year of competitive school cricket that Sachin is involved in.

"What will happen if I do extremely well in the under 15 tournament?," Sachin asked me. I was helping him to pack his bag for the tournament in Ahmedabad. He had done well in the under 15 group the previous year and attended the All India camp.

"The selectors may consider you for the Bombay under 17 team, then the west zone team for the zonal matches and finally, if you perform well for the All India under 17 camp", I replied.

That wasnt enough for Sachin. And I if I Play well at all levels in the under 17 category?," he went on.

"Then they'll pick you for all levels in the under 19 category", I answered. "maybe even for the under 19 test team."

Sachin was fascinated by the fact that an outstanding performance might lead to his selection even in the higher levels for older boys. Our conversation did not stop there.

"If I do well...", he began again, and anticipating his question, I told him, "If the selectors feel you are that good, they may actually give you a place in the Bombay Ranji Trophy team."

The reader might find this conversation a trifle dramatic in the light of Sachin's remarkable success that season, but it actually did take place.

I recalled this casual conversation again and again that year when Sachin played in every junior category and at the age of 14, became the youngest player ever to be selected for Bombay for the west zone Ranji league matches.

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Hope you enjoyed the excerpts as much as I enjoyed reading the book . And for now - All the best India for the finals tomorrow !!

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