In recent times, am getting closer to the Zen of doing nothing; not fixated to the idea; seemingly, inching towards that grandness; there are a few ways; leaning into one's sofa, watching house sparrows feed on Marie Biscuits; setting aside newspapers, slurping filter kapi in yellow metal glasses, staring out of the window for at least an hour; and evenings watching sports - hockey, kabaddi, football, tennis with Djokovic skiing the skies - for hours on mute. Try it for Zen; a Sardar Singh, a Jamie Dwyer, a Turner, rotating on their axis with the yellow ball; trying to get used to kabaddi and its muscle men with hints of Rama's vanar sena; other day touched bliss watching Zidane the coach walking a football pitch from outside; and common to all sports is referrals, technology armed; may not, perhaps will never be, perfect, but there to settle screaming, doubting participants. Yes, professional kabaddi has referrals plus yellow and red cards. These games work on the premise that science and technology are never perfect though that may be the need; again, science does not promise correct answers; science is liberal, offers doubts. In all these games, the players cool down, accept the verdict. Except of course, cricket played with some ability by five nations: India, England, South Africa, Australia and Sri Lanka. Cricket alone exists for our sports editors; it is like Sensex for business editors; but sports editors, honestly, are not entirely for technology referrals. When the God starting dealing in ducks, he whined against DRS - Decision Review System; followed naturally Sunil Gavaskar with a demand for a perfect DSR to track lbw (leg-before-wicket) decisions realising, there cannot be perfection; a loud hoot of protest followed from Mahendra Singh Dhoni; in master style, Sourav Ganguly also got away with hollering at curators to prepare brown pitches; all these gentlemen -- termed legends by our cricket writers - have not yet objected to DRS for run outs and no balls; being creative, Indians always prefer to be selective. Will there be DRS in the T20 World Cup to be played in India. Dont know. And should not there be red and yellow cards for cricket as most are goonish; they will shout, they will abuse, they will undress and do it all with pride; never a regret; of course, Hashim Amla is the honest customer; our Virat Kholi, or is it our Viv Rchards going by Ravi Shastri, demands an yellow card in every match. In Melbourne Slam 2016, a Serena Williams hugged Angelique Kerber; how many times has that happened in cricket? The End of the Earth is when every sports is or suspected to be fixed; yes, when that bugs me, shuts the TV; plays snakes and ladders with Shreya and Chiyu. When Chiyu hits a snake, she walks off. Zen is over.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Zen of sports
In recent times, am getting closer to the Zen of doing nothing; not fixated to the idea; seemingly, inching towards that grandness; there are a few ways; leaning into one's sofa, watching house sparrows feed on Marie Biscuits; setting aside newspapers, slurping filter kapi in yellow metal glasses, staring out of the window for at least an hour; and evenings watching sports - hockey, kabaddi, football, tennis with Djokovic skiing the skies - for hours on mute. Try it for Zen; a Sardar Singh, a Jamie Dwyer, a Turner, rotating on their axis with the yellow ball; trying to get used to kabaddi and its muscle men with hints of Rama's vanar sena; other day touched bliss watching Zidane the coach walking a football pitch from outside; and common to all sports is referrals, technology armed; may not, perhaps will never be, perfect, but there to settle screaming, doubting participants. Yes, professional kabaddi has referrals plus yellow and red cards. These games work on the premise that science and technology are never perfect though that may be the need; again, science does not promise correct answers; science is liberal, offers doubts. In all these games, the players cool down, accept the verdict. Except of course, cricket played with some ability by five nations: India, England, South Africa, Australia and Sri Lanka. Cricket alone exists for our sports editors; it is like Sensex for business editors; but sports editors, honestly, are not entirely for technology referrals. When the God starting dealing in ducks, he whined against DRS - Decision Review System; followed naturally Sunil Gavaskar with a demand for a perfect DSR to track lbw (leg-before-wicket) decisions realising, there cannot be perfection; a loud hoot of protest followed from Mahendra Singh Dhoni; in master style, Sourav Ganguly also got away with hollering at curators to prepare brown pitches; all these gentlemen -- termed legends by our cricket writers - have not yet objected to DRS for run outs and no balls; being creative, Indians always prefer to be selective. Will there be DRS in the T20 World Cup to be played in India. Dont know. And should not there be red and yellow cards for cricket as most are goonish; they will shout, they will abuse, they will undress and do it all with pride; never a regret; of course, Hashim Amla is the honest customer; our Virat Kholi, or is it our Viv Rchards going by Ravi Shastri, demands an yellow card in every match. In Melbourne Slam 2016, a Serena Williams hugged Angelique Kerber; how many times has that happened in cricket? The End of the Earth is when every sports is or suspected to be fixed; yes, when that bugs me, shuts the TV; plays snakes and ladders with Shreya and Chiyu. When Chiyu hits a snake, she walks off. Zen is over.
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