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Duniya ne tajurbat-o-hawadis ki shakl mein
Jo kuch mujhe diya hai woh lauta raha hoon main

It's bugging me, this sher. Stooopid, mediocre sentiment, the refuge of every abused-child-turned-axe-murderer. Where the hell are you, regurgitator chappie? come, justify your existence, tell us what you think, show us why someone took the trouble to make you!

Talkhi

Tragedy and disasters across the earth. Quakes, cyclones, floods, bombs. Nature is flaying us and the terrorists, quite naturally, have chosen to kick us when we're down.
And then a small news report:

HKL Bhagat, 83, former Union Minister and a strongman of the Delhi Congress in the late eighties, died at Apollo Hospital on Saturday after prolonged illness. He was suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

This man who egged on crazed murderers to murder many more. Do you think he forgot all about it - the screams of tortured men, the stench of burning flesh? Am I supposed to feel sorry for him now?

she writes

'High art, low brow, cutting edge, mass appeal, entertainment, great literature, pulp fiction...' Shweta tells us what she looks for in a creation, any work of art or un-art.

Context here.

White!

Been caught up.
Be back.
Meanwhile, white.

New look

Several reasons why.
First, just like that.
Two, when I changed my template to the lovely energetic yellow you now miss, Nish thought it more than a bit jhatak. That rankled.
Third, this blog turned one last week and I had more fun tinkering with colours than coming up with something sensible to say.

Letting go of that yellow was a wrench, I tell you, a wrench. I was secretly hoping there would be a public outcry and it would be brought back on popular demand. I see from Kuffir's comment, alas, that it is not to be. Kuffir bhai, isse zyada soothing colour hota to so na jaate aap? white? white!

I had a nice plum/pink/purple deal (bit girlie) and there was this. You get this because my mum liked it better. So, anyone with not-nice things to say shall back their critique by creating a template for me. Give me something that’ll gladden my heart and I will use it. Ha.

Yeh chukker kya hai

Unexpected pleasure this weekend – sudden, unsought exposure to the world of polo. There was a Polo Ball on Friday and I went, lured by food, drink and dancing. Hadn’t quite focussed on the ‘polo’ aspect till we got there. Saddles, stirrups and riding paraphernalia adorned the entrance and the place was full of polo players. It turns out Hyderabad’s been having a ten-team tournament this past week. Polo, to me, was something only the raeeszaade indulged in, posh affairs that took place in Argentina and such. I was rather surprised at being so casually admitted into the daayra, bemused by its accessibility.

The dance devoted space to a series of polo illustrations by artist Sujata Dere. Natasha, who’s quite horse-mad, gave us a really informed overview of the game – the rules and the magic. Here’s a rough idea:

Polo is played on horses, four men to a team. Like hockey, the idea is to score goals.

Polo has the largest field in organized sport – 300 yards long and 160 yards wide.

Six chukkers – each with seven minutes play – make up a match. Four chukkers at this level, I think, because that’s how many they played yesterday.

Players are handicapped from -2 (beginners) to 10. Only half a dozen 10 handicappers in the world. A zero handicap would be ‘scratch.’

The rules of the game are heavily decided by the safety of the horses. Polo’s all about the line of the ball, an imaginary line along the direction of the ball. The player who strikes the ball has right of way and may not be crossed by another player. The trick then is to ride him off, ie ride alongside and force him to abandon his line. Basically, a matter of nerves. Cool, huh?

We were fascinated and it must’ve shown, because Natasha then said, ‘There are a couple of matches tomorrow. Want to come?’ Yes, of course.



The Bison Polo Grounds in Secunderabad are lovely, screened from the roads almost entirely by trees. Great weather also. There were two matches: the first between two AP Riding Club teams and the second between the NDA Navy and an Artillery team from Nasik.

An education to see how the different teams performed. The teams playing first were rather haphazard, which they made up for by individual brilliance – they had Samir Suhag, one of India’s two six-handicappers, and Dhruvpal Godara +5 on opposing sides. Both players also play for India. The second match had teams that were more even in quality – a clutch of scratches, ones and twos. They played a much more beautiful team game, scattering and coming together in an intricate dance. Speedier too.

Four players, but eight minds per team. Speed, precision, coordination, guts. Snorting horses, yells of ‘my line’ renting the dust. Fabulous.