#366days366posts – Day 31 – Ants in a bottle of oil

Oh there they are, the ants!
The forager on the oil bottle;
And a clear trail left behind,
For the rest to follow.
Allured to the oil they seem;
And on it they swarm en masse
Curling up and sliding down,
Plunging into the oil and out.
Some get stuck and die;
Others get through unscathed,
And back to the ant colony.
Teaching a lesson to us perhaps?
Entangled in the oil called life;
To squirm out and live another day!

#366days366posts – Day 30 – Some thoughts on education in India

There is a Global Education Meet (GEM) currently underway in the Kerala state capital of Thiruvananthapuram. I had been meaning to write on the education system in India for some time now. The meet coupled with yesterday’s incident was a sudden fillip to pen my thoughts.

India has been known as a country which produced several notable intellectuals from all walks of life. We had Aryabhata and Brahmagupta in the early Christian Era to twentieth century giants as Ramanujan, C V Raman and Tagore. Unsurprisingly, the contribution by Indians to any field of knowledge is dwindling today. I believe this is a direct function of the education system in India. We were people who excelled in teaching as well as learning – but not any more.

Ideally, as a nation progresses, its education system should also show tremendous momentum. In fact, growth and education are intertwined. While the early universities like Nalanda and Takshashila are proud remnants of our educational heritage, can we single out any university or institution in present day India which is worthy of mention among the illustrious institutions of the world? India is a curious case of an inversely proportional educational growth when compared to the rise that the nation has made, particularly in the last 65 years.

What should be the objective of education? It should be to drive students to achieve higher levels of knowledge, utilize that knowledge to purposes that are constructive to nation building and above all, be model individuals. However, what has happened is students, goaded by their parents, are after high marks because they cannot stand their neighbor’s son or daughter scoring more marks than their dear ones! This ‘marks’ circus has resulted in kids who are burnt out by the time they reach their teens and do not have even the slightest inclination to pursue studies further. But they need to eke out a living for which they need a job and to get a job they need to earn a degree – so education becomes a charade to get a job. Somebody who could have gone on to become an Einstein or a Marie Curie with the proper nurture and guidance is forced to do menial jobs because he or she burned out early in life. Is there anything sadder than that?

I remember my grandfather, father and mother talking about the high quality of teaching from the 30s to the 70s. It’s probably true because there have been some really erudite minds from those times and they are the kind of models that the system should generate. I cannot say the same about the system in the 80s and 90s though there were a few brilliant exceptions. It is evident then that for a quite a while now, the quality of teaching has become substandard that it is reflected not just in the level of knowledge a student possesses (and I’m not talking about marks here) but also in the way they carry themselves. Teachers have failed to evolve; they have failed miserably to ride the tide of education happening elsewhere; they have failed to make valuable human beings out of students.

With umpteen syllabuses and crowded students in classrooms, it’s no wonder that teachers are under tremendous pressure. They dictate notes to students which were in fact dictated to them by their teachers! That is a big evil – I don’t understand how a view of Shakespeare in 1975 could be the same in 2015 or how a technical subject like Physics or Chemistry could be taught by reciting notes from 50 years back! The system needs to change big time. Teachers should have mandatory continuous education programs and assessment tests – both written and oral – to be even considered to be retained in schools or colleges. Unless we filter out the incompetent among the teaching staff, there will be no hope that our students can actually learn.

While strengthening the teachers, the syllabus should also get focus. Today we ram everything into textbooks without really analyzing how much of it could be useful to the students. In an era where success is defined by the skills you have and the originality you have, our textbooks should be guiding lights on these. One should not plagiarize Robert Frost; rather one should come up with one’s own original work – that should be what the system should encourage. Unfortunately, we are nowhere near that.

We all have values and those values are developed by the kind of upbringing we have and more importantly, by the kind of education we receive. I do not know if the concept of student unions is prevalent everywhere in the world. But with the kind of rampant unionism in India, it’s hardly a surprise if kids are attracted to politics rather than studies. I’m not saying politics is bad; but I do know the politics we have in India is really bad. The objective of a student union should be to facilitate learning and push for students’ rights. If a student union leader strikes a former diplomat on the face and pushes him to the ground, what kind of values does he have? And what is the message that he conveys to the student community? The truth is that all the student unions are just playgrounds for youths to enter active politics at a later stage in life. There is nothing more harmful than a youth with a distorted political agenda. We should ban student unions from being affiliated to any political party simply because we are today churning out the wrong kind of individuals.

Another ill-effect has been drugs. There was a time in the 60s, 70s and even 80s when cigarettes, ganja and the like were doled out in campuses like ice-creams or chocolates. Luckily, there was a generation who abhorred these and quite magically, these stuff disappeared from campuses for a while. That was due to the moral values that the education system as well as the teachers taught and drilled. Of course, there were the stray incidents. Recently, we are reading about several instances where campus drug abuse has shot up. Today’s youth ‘learn’ to consume drugs faster than they can master the multiplication table.

This is the education system of a country which boasts of a history of 5,000 years. If we do not look to address the inadequacies of a system which is constantly failing, then we will be left with ordinary individuals whose intellectual growth remains stunted and whose values bring nothing but shame to be talked about. How did it ever come to this situation? I can only shudder to think about the generation that is growing up.

#366days366posts – Day 29 – Boundaries

Boundaries are exasperating;
And constantly challenging.
Nations divided; lovers bridled;
Birds caged; behaviors defined;
Boundaries are black holes,
The frightful faces,
The gray cloud that hides the moon.
Is there a sliver of light?
Yes, boundaries can be broken.
Boundaries are just lines,
Which courage can erase
States united; lovers unrestrained;
Birds freed and happiness abound!

#366days366posts – Day 28 – Pride and Prejudice – Relevance in 21st century

Isn’t it amazing that a novel first published 203 years ago to the day can hold relevance even in the 21st century? Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice settled on two of the many prevalent vices of the 19th century to carve a novel that was intended to send a strong message to citizens of the British Empire. However, it permeated the empire into every nook and cranny of the world to delight readers. People still read the novel – because of the relevance of the message it conveys.

I first read the novel when I was at an age where the difference between the meanings of the words pride and prejudice was blurred. I read it a second time some years later when it drove a point into my mind that the world hasn’t changed much since the 19th century. I read it a third time last month and was quite surprised that these are two vices which even 21st century cannot do away with. Yesterday, I talked about online shopping and how the world has grown. It takes only a reading of the novel to realize that in 200 years man has grown his ego so much that pride and prejudice are several notches higher than they were in the 19th century. One could contest that 200 years is nothing in the evolution of man, but seriously we can do much better than blame evolution for the situation we are in.

Let’s talk about pride first. This is a word whose synonyms have multiplied manifold. Like Mrs.Bennett, we have people who view vanity as a virtue than a vice. We still have people in our midst who are arrogant and attach too much importance to themselves. 19th century pales in comparison when we see some of the pride that is on display. While a notion has evolved that some amount of pride is even necessary, it doesn’t help that we cannot measure pride. National pride borders on extreme airs of superiority that we go to war with neighboring countries. Religious pride takes tones that condescends other religions. Ethnic pride is used to gain one-upmanship. Jane Austen’s novel teaches us that pride is totally destructive. It reveals aspects of you that will prompt others to detest you. Darcy was snobbish initially but was intelligent enough to tone down his attitude, making him likeable. Mrs. Bennett was vain but was able to rise above her pitiful petulance to accept the truth. The most endearing characters in the novel are the people with the least amount of pride – the close sisters Jane & Elizabeth Bennett and William Collins. Perhaps Catherine de Bourgh manifests pride which rares its ugly head and is an epitome of modern day humans who refuse to come down from the high pedestals where they seem to be perched.

Prejudice is a vice which perhaps cannot as easily be eliminated. I think our brains are programmed to be prejudiced about one thing or the other. You could rarely find a person who is open minded and without prejudices. The wars and other trials and tribulations in the 20th century may have greatly contributed to the prejudicial mindset of the 21st century. The onus is upon us to eliminate the prejudice. First impressions is a prejudice. Skin color is a prejudice. The more we train our minds to be non-judgmental, the better we can eliminate prejudice. It may not be something as destructive as pride, but a correct view of others can foster better relationships among humans particularly in an increasingly hostile environment. The key is to keep the mind open. Jane Austen interestingly tackles prejudice in the novel. She arms her leading lady brilliantly with this trait. Elizabeth is a person who always creates first impressions of people she meets. This leads her to question the attitude of those people. Gradually, she is able to clear her prejudices and see people for what they really are. She kept her mind open which is the reason she was able to accept Darcy later on. Mr.Bingley is also prejudiced – a derived one which created quite a lot of problems in expressing his love for Jane. Again, an open mind comes to the rescue as he is able to woo Jane who reciprocates his affection.

Books can be great teachers. They can be tremendously influential in shaping behavior with the tool of characterization. With a scintillating title, Jane Austen does just that – making people understand pride and prejudice from the perspective of English family relations. A modern day reader has a lot to learn from and relate to in this novel. It has stood the test of time. It’s up to us to change ourselves.

#366days366posts – Day 27 – Are we becoming lazy?

This is a time when everything is virtually available at your fingertips. No wonder then that we choose to sit within the confines of our home or office, browse the net and buy things we want. It’s all easy! To put some things into perspective, here are some numbers:

US – online shopping sales (USD 87.5 billion, Q3 2015) accounts for 7.4% of all retail sales (USD 1,185 billion, Q3 2015)
China – USD 143.5 billion, Q3 2015 online shopping sales – this is 12.3% of total retail sales
India – Forecast to touch USD 8.5 billion or 0.9% of total retail sales in the country

While there is still a huge gap between online shopping and traditional shopping, it will narrow down further over the years. Since when did we stop enjoy shopping for products by visiting stores? Have we become too lazy (including yours truly) to get out of our homes, go to the retail store, go through the selections available, like a product, buy it, pay for it and return home? Of course, online shopping comes with a wide array of mind-blowing selections et al, but the question lingers – have we become lazy?

The truth sadly is, yes. Getting up from bed itself is a gargantuan task these days, let alone online shopping. With that kind of a mentality, it’s not surprising that we want everything delivered to us at our doorsteps. I’m not preaching – I myself am guilty here – a moderately significant proportion of things I buy, are done through online shopping. The point I’m trying to make here is laziness is what has so far resulted in and will lead to a further explosion of online shopping numbers as we end the second decade and start the third decade of the 21st century.

Attractive discounts, some of which run throughout the year, might be a great incentive to prefer online shopping. The choice of brands or products on display is also a big contributor. There is no stopping this – in fact, this shows the progression that technology has made and also of people finding more comfort in technology. It’s all good when we think about it – mankind developing and all those maudlin stuff.

There’s a cost to this laziness – our health. Will all the discounts be enough to provide for our health? Is sitting long hours in front of our laptops and smartphones when we should be pulling trolleys and exercising our hands and legs and of course tummies desirable?

The US government spent USD 512 billion dollars on health in 2015 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2015_United_States_federal_budget) The per capita spending in the US on health was USD 9,146 in 2013 (http://data.worldbank.org/indicator/SH.XPD.PCAP/countries?display=default). Similarly, the Indian government has budgeted $4.81 billion for health in 2015/16 (http://in.reuters.com/article/india-health-budget-idINKBN0LW0LQ20150228) and the per capita spending was USD 61 in 2013 (http://data.worldbank.org/indicator/SH.XPD.PCAP/countries?display=default).

Obviously, expenditure on health is accelerating. With the proliferation of online shopping, the per capita expenditure on health will only increase. The money that is saved on a product by way of the discounts offered by the online retailers would probably be eaten up by medical bills. Unfortunately, numbers on total value of discounts offered by retailers are not publicly available. However, it would be peanuts compared to the money that is released from the exchequer.

In another 10-15 years, with the manifold increase in the proportion of online retailing, I’m predicting that online retailers will need to cough up a tax credit to consumers to compensate for the decline in health standards. This can fund the health costs of consumers. Guess what, this will be a relief to the governments as well.

Sounds logical, but that should not be a cue for more laziness!

#366days366posts – Day 26 – The discerning death

Ominous sounded the phone ring;
Cold shivers went down her spine.
Memories of a score years back,
Flashed in a moment of despair.
It’s over, said the caller’s voice;
Slumped she, on the chair beside.
Only sixteen, was his time now?
Oh death, selective you are so!
Does he pick and kiss at random?
Or does the reaper know his harvest?
Robbing a life just starting to bloom;
Unfair it is on so many counts.
Whom Gods love die young they say,
But the kin – devastated they are!

#366days366posts – Day 25 – Caligula and Claudius

Claudius limped towards the arch beside the entrance of the war room of the Roman Emperor. He was frustrated at his nephew again – Emperor Caligula had insulted him in front of scholars of Rome. This had gone far too long and needed immediate closure. Otherwise, he would be left to lead a secluded life again. He did not want that to happen. I want to rule Rome, Claudius determined.

As he reached the arch, he saw Commander Cassius talking animatedly to some Senators he recognized.

“Caligula has changed a lot – he is not the same person he was in the first six months of his reign,” Lucius, one of the Senators said.

“Yes, he is now corrupt, and is also a known womanizer,” Caius, another Senator confirmed.

“We must put an end to this. I heard that he is planning to leave Rome permanently and settle down in Alexandria. He says he has divine powers now” Commander Cassius sowed the seeds for a conspiracy.

Claudius smiled – Cassius thought it was a wicked smile. “Whatever you plan to do, you will have my support. I’m fed up of his antics. Doesn’t he have a modicum of decency left in him?”

The words encouraged Cassius and the Senators. “Let’s move to some place where we will not be seen or heard” warned Flavius, who was also a Roman Senator.

They moved to Cassius’s room in the palace. The guards were asked to draw the curtains and not to allow anyone inside the room until Cassius ordered so.

Over the next four hours they formed a definitive plan to overthrow Caligula. This was after various options were laid and the pros and cons of each debated thoroughly. This was a matter of life and death – any failure would see all of them in gaol for the rest of their lives! This was motivation enough for all to rack their brains and come up with the best scheme to put an end to a rule that had disillusioned just about everyone after the initial euphoria of the statesmanship of Caligula had subsided.

“Let’s do this when the Emperor addresses a group of actors during the Augustus games,” Cassius proposed the date for their action.

“I agree. It will be a closed door speech and only the actors and the Emperor’s close affiliates will be around” Lucius concurred. The others nodded in agreement. Claudius said nothing.

On the appointed day, the three Senators met Commander Cassius in front of the drama theater where Emperor Caligula was to speak in a short while. Cassius asked the Senators to take their places inside the theater while imploring them to stay hidden.

They saw Claudius approaching. “Are you coming inside with us, Claudius?” asked Flavius.

“Yes, I am.”

All of them went inside the theater and took their positions. A few minutes later, a contingent of drama participants entered the stage with an older man who seemed to be their teacher. They began to be seated as a guard announced that Emperor Caligula would arrive to address them presently. The Emperor indeed arrived soon with a few of his close advisers. He took his place in the podium and started addressing the young actors.

After a few minutes, at a signal of Cassius, the conspirators confronted the Emperor. Caligula was surprised at this sudden turn of events. When he saw Claudius, he exclaimed, “Uncle, what is happening?”

Claudius did not utter a word. He walked past Cassius, patted on his back and walked out of the theater. Just as the doors to the theater slammed shut again, he stabbed Caligula. The Emperor writhed in pain and fell backward. The three Senators also started stabbing the Emperor. Caligula pleaded with them to leave him alone. But the attackers showed no mercy.

The audience was shell-shocked and they suddenly made their way out of the theater. Hearing the commotion inside the theater, Caligula’s loyal guard came inside. Aghast at what he saw, he quickly took his sword and responded to the attackers. But it was all too late – the Emperor was dead.

The conspirators quickly fled the scene and all hell broke loose. The guard began attacking people who were not even remotely involved in the crime. Several civilians were injured, and there was a massive destruction of property. Meanwhile, the conspirators had moved on to the interior chambers of the palace. They entered the chambers of Caligula’s wife Milonia where they saw his daughter Julia as well. The women realized that something was wrong and prepared to escape when they were mercilessly cut down by Cassius and Caius.

Hearing the news of Milonia and Julia’s assassination, the situation turned to one of utter chaos. When Claudius heard this, he was shocked – they did not plan to murder Caligula’s wife and daughter. I’m being tricked, thought Claudius. He realized that Cassius had political ambitions and was harboring thoughts of eliminating all the royal family members. Struck with panic, he decided to flee the palace and hide somewhere.

Claudius couldn’t run fast. The limp in his legs made it all the more difficult to speed his exit from the palace which was under siege. As he finally managed to make his way to the back exit a hand pulled him and he was suddenly face to face with a guard behind a pillar. Claudius tried to wiggle his hands out of the guard’s grip but the guard calmed him, “I’m not one of them. I’m a Praetorian guard. I have come to save you. Will you come with us?”

Claudius wasn’t sure who to trust after all that had happened. He looked the guard in the eyes. There was a deep intensity in those eyes which told Claudius that the guard was telling the truth.

“Where will you take me?” Claudius wanted to know.

“We will remain in hiding until the dust settles,” the guard said.

“But where to?” Claudius was anxious to know.

“Come with me, I will show you,” the guard pulled Claudius and they quickly exited the palace. They made their way towards a building which appeared secluded. Because of the limp in Claudius’ legs, it took them a while to get there.

The Praetorian guards welcomed Claudius to their camp. After a round of introductions, they briefed Claudius on the state of affairs. The guards implored him to take up the title of Roman Emperor as there was no one now to lead Rome. Claudius was hesitant and said he needed to think about it.

The Roman Senate convened a special session. Several Senators were talking animatedly on the happenings of the day when the head of the Senate sounded the gavel and asked everybody to remain silent.

“We do not have a government in Rome now,” he commenced his speech. “It’s a most serious situation” he added.

A group of Senators informed the head that some of the Praetorian guards had safely hidden Claudius, uncle of Caligula and that he should be made Emperor of Rome. At this a bitter argument surfaced and the head of the senate had to sound the gavel many times to bring the situation under control.

“Claudius is worthy of becoming Emperor. Bring him to the Senate and the Senators will approve his anointment” the Senate head said once and for all.

After a bout with his own conscience and words of encouragement from the guards, Claudius finally relented and announced that he was ready to lead Rome. A loud cheer erupted in the camp and the senior guards escorted Claudius to the Roman Senate where he would be formally approved as the Emperor of Rome to succeed Caligula.

As he entered the Senate hall, those in favor of Claudius stood up and began to chant his name. The Senate head again had to get his gavel and ensure order. Sensing the mood of the majority of the Senators, he formally accorded the Senate’s approval for Claudius to ascend to the throne of Rome.



Caligula was Roman Emperor from AD 37 – 41. He was Claudius’s nephew as well.
Claudius succeeded Caligula as Roman Emperor in AD 41 and went on to rule until AD 54
Commander Cassius – Cassius Chaerea was a commander in the Roman Imperial Guard and assassinated Caligula in AD 41
Senators Lucius, Caius and Flavius – fictional names; it is believed that three Senators assisted Cassius in killing Caligula but their names are not known
Milonia – Caligula’s wife; was assassinated by Cassius
Julia – Caligula’s daughter; she was also assassinated by Cassius

#366days366posts – Day 24 – The Nalini/Leela conundrum

There was an open house at my elder son’s school yesterday. Me and my wife were meeting his teachers, who were scattered across different classrooms in the school. So, when we went to Class 7 to meet his Hindi teacher, I could not help noticing some charts which were put up by the students of that class. The charts were on Kumaran Asan, one of the most renowned poets Malayalam has ever produced. The students of Class 7 probably had to study one of his poems – the charts extolled some of his famous works and there were two in the list on which I was deeply interested in – Nalini and Leela.

Both Nalini and Leela were poems which were written three years apart – Nalini in 1911 and Leela in 1914. For those of you who are uninitiated to Asan, Nalini tells the story of Nalini and her love Divakaran. Divakaran had renounced all worldly possessions and had been leading an ascetic life and the crux of the poem is a meeting between the two. While Divakaran is not ready to accept Nalini back into his life even as his disciple or follower, Nalini’s love for him remains steadfast. Leela deals with the story of Leela and her heartthrob Madanan. Madanan is also a person who has been leading a life of renunciation after learning that Leela had married another man. The poem again is structured around a meeting between the two protagonists who still harbor a lot of love for each other. The end is quite tragic in both the poems.

Having read both these poems a few years back, I was intrigued by some similarities and a searing question had been raging in my mind. Seeing those charts yesterday was fodder for the question to return to the realm of active thinking. I posted a status in my Facebook timeline this afternoon as a start to the thought process. The question is – Is Divakaran in Nalini and Madanan in Leela one and the same person?

It is to be noted that Asan wrote these poems during a gap of three years. The premise of both the poems largely remains the same – the leading lady still in love with their men who incidentally are now leading the life of a mendicant. The only difference in the characterization of these men is that Divakaran is actually an ascetic while Madanan is just heartbroken and wanders through the forest – not an ascetic per se but nevertheless engaged as one.

I believe there are shades of Asan in both Divakaran and Madanan. Asan married only in 1917, when he was 44 years old. There is a possibility that he could have fallen in love with two women prior to this. The ascetic coating to the heroes was probably intended to divert the attention of the readers and there could be a little truth but even more imagination in the tragic endings in Nalini and Leela. How else could one explain poems written using largely similar themes and similar nature of the protagonists only a few years separating these works? I don’t think Asan was obsessed with this theme – if that was the case, he would have written more poems on these lines. So, my best estimate is that between the late 1890s and 1915 he may have fallen in love which could have failed leading him to compose two critically acclaimed poems in succession. There is nothing like tragedy to spur a poet – for a poet of Asan’s caliber, it was easy to get immersed in the world of words.

Coming to the leading ladies, there are differences between Nalini and Leela. Leela’s life possibly starts where Nalini’s ends, lending credence to the belief that they could have been portrayed after Asan’s own lovers. While Nalini’s initial attitude towards Divakaran when they meet after a long time borders on respect because he is now a sanyasi, Leela is much more bold. She craves for Madanan’s affection and Madanan appears totally confused. Perhaps Divakaran’s experience with the tragic fate of Nalini was manifested in Madanan’s hesitation.

Divakaran and Madanan could have been the same person penned by a poet whose love affairs lent inspiration to script two different love stories. Whether this is a definitive answer, only Asan knows. This will probably be enough to satiate my curiosity until something better comes along.

#366days366posts – Day 23 – The hustle and bustle of an election year

The state of Kerala elects a new legislature in May this year. 2016 being an election year, there is a deep sense of urgency among political parties. It is as if the slumbering Kumbhakarna* epitomized by the political parties in Kerala has suddenly awoke and is very thirsty and hungry for food which is the voter’s brain!

It is interesting to see all the major political parties in the state come up with political yatras in the run up to the elections. Every major party wants to gain as much ground as possible and gather intelligence about the perceptions of the voters in the state. There are 140 constituencies and most of these yatras cover all the constituencies. The leaders at the forefront of these yatras are supposed to exert themselves by sweating and toiling but the truth is they rarely break a sweat what with travelling in cushy air-conditioned coaches and having food to the ultimate satisfaction of their tummies. Not to mention the prodigious amount of liquor that is expected to flow!

The ruling alliance – United Democratic Front (UDF), is apparently leaving no stone unturned to ensure its yatras are successful. They aim to bring to the eyes and ears of the voters, the ‘achievements’ of the government. Isn’t it pathetic that the government is reaching out to the public in the very last year of their rule? Apparently, they are not yet done ‘ruling’ and wants to ‘serve’ the people of the state for another five years. Senior leaders of the alliance including Ministers in the Government have been embroiled in a series of controversies so much that the government is literally in a soup.

The major opposition alliance – Left Democratic Front (LDF), is not far behind when it comes to yatras. They have touched upon the theme of developed Kerala. Only a few months ago, the Left parties were in a complete disarray what with their popularity waning owing to the old fashioned schools of thought as well as a lack of true leadership material. But they are hanging on to the sliver of hope generated by their good performance in the recently concluded elections to the local self-government bodies. It’s a thin thread on which they are hanging their hopes on and they are planning to showcase unity and solidarity among their cadres as a way to reach out and capture the imagination of the public and translate that into votes. This is a movement that harks back on the past as a way to enter the future. Hope they are not consigned to the pages of history once the elections are concluded and the votes are counted.

The Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) is also pretty energetic this time around. They are also into the yatras bandwagon under the leadership of their recently anointed state head. Their plan is to bring a whiff of fresh air in alliance with the Sree Narayana Dharma Paripalana Yogam (SNDP Yogam) and snatch as much votes as they can from the UDF and LDF and thereby rise to a position where they could dictate proceedings in Thiruvananthapuram, the state capital. Hope the fresh air would not be stale by the time it reaches its destination!

Fascinatingly, all the yatras that have so far been scheduled are proposed to start from Kasaragod, which is the northernmost district in the state and end at Thiruvananthapuram, which besides being the state capital is also the southernmost district. I wonder why no party thought of doing it the other way round – south to north would have been amusing!

It speaks a lot about the political situation in the state that parties can resort to such silly yatras which is nothing more than an eyewash. What can the poor voter do? These yatras are just a start. The formal campaigning for the elections involves as much mudslinging as can be witnessed during these yatras. Unfortunately, like the leaders of the political parties who travel downhill for the yatras, it is likely to be a downhill journey for the state as well, no matter who rules for the next five years.

God help us!

*Kumbhakarna – a character in the Indian epic Ramayana, who slept an awful lot.

#366days366posts – Day 22 – The interesting world of commentaries

On this day 89 years ago, two people named Teddy Wakelam and C A Lewis gave the first ever football commentary on radio – the duo covered the Arsenal vs. Sheffield United game at Highbury, which the teams drew 1-1. This was the harbinger of all football commentaries both on radio as well as on television. It got me thinking about the pristine art of commentating – not just sports but commentaries on just about any broadcasted/televised event.

We have witnessed several memorable commentaries and seen some iconic commentators. Here’s a list of my favorite commentaries/commentators:

1. The maiden test series between India and South Africa in South Africa in 1992-93 was remarkably broadcast by AIR. I still remember that a dull first day’s play was much enlivened by Harsha Bhogle and Suresh Saraiya on AIR. The pinnacle of commentating during that series was Kapil Dev’s 129 at Port Elizabeth when India literally had their backs to the wall. Bhogle and Saraiya were at their animated best during that innings as they constantly made comparisons with another epic from Kapil Dev in the 1983 World Cup.

2. The advent of television muted the impact that AIR had on listeners like me. There was a novel excitement to the way events were commentated on television. Even in the good old days of Doordarshan, Indira Gandhi’s funeral in 1984 and Rajiv Gandhi’s funeral in 1991 were classic cases of commentating on non-sporting events.

3. But with cable television, the eyes and ears were opened to a multitude of commentators from all over the world. Who can forget Christiane Amanpour of CNN and Lyse Doucet from BBC? During the 90s and early 2000s, they often commentated especially on the wars that the world witnessed. They also admirably brought a non-US perspective to the 9/11 episode. These were two ladies who lent some balance to the events of those years with their brilliant commentaries.

4. Manchester United’s Champions League win in 1999 – perhaps the best comeback wins of all time! As Teddy Sheringham equalized in injury time, the tension in the commentary box was palpable. When Ole Gunnar Solksjaer scored the winning goal barely minutes later, the commentators were as much on their feet as was a whole community of Manchester United followers including yours truly!

5. I just cannot forget this one – there was this classic football match between Manchester United and Tottenham Hotspur in 2001 which was widely dubbed as the ‘Tale of Two Halves’ after United trailed 0-3 at half-time only to pump five goals after resumption to come up trumps with a resounding 5-3 victory. Again the commentary was electric, adrenaline-pumping stuff!

These two nearly made it to top five in my list:

1. The one and only Henry Blofeld – he had this booming voice when he said “Sit back and enjoy!” soon after the toss was over in those matches played at Sharjah. The level of his commentary would be at its peak during India-Pakistan clashes.

2. The two papal conclaves that happened within a gap of eight years (2005 and 2013) were made interesting by the commentary on BBC. A generation probably was excited as the commentators announced the white smoke coming out of the chimney above the Sistine Chapel. It was an event unparalleled in the history of people born on or after 1979. The commentary made it all the more absorbing!

I think what makes good commentary great is the element of unbridled passion that the commentators display and an ability to create the right words for the occasion. Words weave magic and can strike an instant chord with the viewers/listeners. The moment Tony Greig said, ‘……in the air,’ we anticipated something to happen; that is what a commentator should do. He/She (speaking of which, we haven’t seen many female commentators on the sporting horizon; Mayanti Langer seems to be good though of late she seems to have moved into more of an anchor role) should create anticipation and excitement among the viewers.

There is a clear indication from over the last decade or so that the greatness in commentary is missing – perhaps they are tired of doing a job that demands as much physical endurance as athletes or sportsmen undergo what with year round matches and events or perhaps the spark created by a generation of illustrious commentators did not rub off on to the newer ones. I do hope this art form never dies and revives to bring to us some great commentaries over the next many decades.

Three cheers to great commentators!