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My father was not a hero and yet I looked upto him

I never thought I would pen down this and I had almost quit blogging (Even tumblr said my account was non existent and my previous blogs were not visible. I had to retrieve the password and re-activate the account). And here I am, writing this in the most truthful manner possible, baring and sharing some memories.

I lost my 77 year old father very recently and a lot of things have been running on my mind since then. I felt writing and sharing this with my close family and friends might give some peace to me. I really dont know.

My father was not a hero and yet I looked upto him in almost all walks of my life - unknowingly, unwillingly in most places and admirably in few places may be. Infact, my wife keeps telling me that I’m a lot like my father ( and I always thought I was like my mother). My father was a completely self made man. He lost his parents very early in his life and pretty much became a doctor on his own. He sold cigarettes, pens, notebooks and other small student essentials in his medical college hostel to meet his tuition fees and daily expenses. Every penny he spent on himself and what he has left for us now was earned by him. I cannot even imagine how he could do that.

Me and my sister, while growing up, always thought money was always there with us. My father was very miserly and always looked for ‘sasta and tikaoo’ items when he took us for shopping school essentials like shoes, school bags, notebooks etc. and more often than not we ended up getting cheap, barely decent, but strong items. We always wondered why he was like that and very obvious to that age, deprived feelings started accumulating within, which years later, came out in the form of extreme anger. Now, if I look back, I think a part of that was probably justified. But I’m still not convinced he did the right things. Even today, I spend very wisely ( still always looking at price tags first and product later!). Blood is thicker than water for a reason and not just like that.

Contrary to many families, my father introduced me to Hindi movies. Back then when I was in middle and high school, there was only 1 TV channel - DD1 at my home. DD1 used to broadcast 1 Hindi movie each on Friday night and Saturday night every week at 9.30pm. I have watched every single Amitabh Bachchan angry young man classic movie with my dad. How amazing is that! Amar Akbar Anthony, Muqqaddar ka sikandar, Parwana, Suhaag, Roti,Kapda Aur Makaan, Don, Namak Halaal, Namak Haram, Mard, Coolie, Kaala Pathhar, Deewar, Khuda Gawah, Naseeb, the timeless classic Sholay - we have watched almost everything together. Much to the dismay of others, we have even watched Bobby, Satyam Shivam Sundaram and Aradhana together. Even till date, a lot of friends and colleagues wonder how I can converse in Hindi so fluently inspite of being a South Indian. Some of them attribute that to my studying days in Pilani, Rajasthan. However, only I know that it is all because of the countless Hindi movies I have watched with my dad. And yet he didnt’t watch a single movie in theatre in 35 years.

With my father, it was always either his way or highway. There was no midway. This was applicable to any stranger or his own wife or son or brothers ( I’m intentionally leaving out daughter from this list as I have my doubts there as he always had a special soft spot for her) in exactly the same manner. He was a really stubborn man. It was always a digital relationship status with him either 1 or 0. By nature, he was a very limited conversationalist and even in that he would talk only to people he liked and never said a hi or hello to the people he didn’t like. It used to be very frustrating and irritating for all of us in the immediate family. But 1 thing about this also was that he never talked ill of the people he disliked at their back. He never had a double faced personality. I have always criticized this side of him. But of late, in last 2-3 years, I started realising how difficult a trait it was, to follow what you stand for, under any circumstances. Easier said than followed. But he was what he was and always stood his ground, right or wrong. I may not be proud of a lot of his actions because of this, but I’m definitely super proud of his rock solid firm attitude. I would want to develop that firm attitude some day.

Like any other father-son relationship, even ours was a very complex one, filled with more fights than normal conversations. My father was a rebel and never listened to his father. I am a born rebel and hence I never listened to my father. Conflicts were bound to occur. ( Now that, I have a son, my wife keeps telling me what goes around comes back. I hope not). Back in 2002, he wanted me to pursue a career in medicine while I wanted to study engineering. This led to a major faceoff in the house and we didnt talk to each other for quite sometime. And then later after I completed my engineering, he wanted to me go to the US or Europe for pursuing higher studies. This time around again I backed off and decided to stay back in India and disappointed him again. He never wanted any of his children to stay back in India ( a wish his daughter is fulfilling now). As destiny would have it, I was in the US for a very short 2 week trip when my father fell critically ill for the last time.

My father was a liberal and conservative both. For some reason known only to him, he firmly believed that every individual should be financially independent, especially every woman in every single household. All along in my entire life till now, I have not seen any other husband encourage his wife's career and put her career over his, more than my father. Back in 1992, when my parents decided to pursue post graduation in medicine, they got seats only for D.Ortho and D.G.O ( both diploma seats). This meant that they would never be on par with MD doctors and they would never be professors if at all they decided to join any medical college. Having understood this quickly, my father bargained hard with the college management for an arrangement wherein he would forego his D.Ortho seat in return for a MD (OBG) seat for my mother, which didn't happen. This truly showed how much he cared for my mother's career at the cost of his own career. Very recently, after my wife gave birth to my son and after my sister gave birth to my nephew, he was very keen on both of them joining back to work although he never said a single word to either of them. When both of them joined back to work, he rejoiced in his own characteristic silent manner without showing anything to either of them.

As I mentioned in the previous paragraph, my parents started their post graduation in 1992 and finished that in 1994. So, my father was 50 and my mother was 40 when they started their post graduation. No big deal! Just that most people would start planning their retirement at the age of 52 while my father was planning a new career. Right now, I'm 35 years old and I get so frustrated and scared when people around me talk about switching to a new verification methodology or changing the work domain. When he planned his career move, his teaching staff and professors were younger than him and made fun of his big pot belly and age in front of others. ( I got to know this first hand from one of his professors, much younger to him, visited our home much later in 2000 or so). My mother never wanted to pursue post graduation as she lacked confidence at the age of 40. Today, my mother is a reasonably successful gynaecologist in Shimoga. She credits a large part of her little success to my father. Had he not pushed her, she would have been a general practitioner even now.

While growing up, I always used to wonder why would any patient come to get treated from a gutka betel leaf chewing, curtly speaking insensitive doctor who gave injections in such painful manner.( I never took injections from him except for once and I got treated by a different orthopaedic doctor when I broke my left hand once). And his handwriting was horrific. ( He himself struggled to read he wrote). I found answer to this question years later when I understood what medical profession involved. There are 2 aspects to medical treatment for any ailment - Diagnosis and Appropriate treatment. While most of us patients are really interested in getting the treatment and moving on with life, we fail to understand that if the ailment is not diagnosed properly, it cannot be treated. Bingo!! My father's expertise was diagnosis and not treatment. I have heard so many stories over the years about his dead accurate diagnosis now. People used to just come to him and show the reports and wait for him to speak. He would probably say 1 or 2 sentences in a very straightforward manner without mincing words and they accepted that gladly.

I have way too many memories which are coming to me now. But I neither have the sufficient skillset to write a book nor the time to do so. I will keep those for myself. In a nutshell, he was a very simple, hard working, short tempered, stubborn man who pretty much kept to himself and stayed in that special room in our home where breathed his last, watching political news on TV almost all the time while he was at home.

People who know me know that I'm a very big fan of Leander Paes. Lately, I started finding a lot of similarities between my father's and Leander Paes - both had their share of near death experiences and both fought through them and emerged as winners on more than one occassion, both eccentric, both with "dont give a fuck" attitude to the world.( Ofcourse my father didn't have many privileges which Paes enjoyed). If anyone is following Paes lately, he is urging his fans to support him in his "One Last Roar" campaign in 2020, at the end of which he will retire. My father last ate food on 22nd January 2020. He could not consume food for last 22 days of his life which has eaten me since his death. He didn't get his chance for "One Last Roar" and he passed away silently in his sleep on my parents 40th wedding anniversary on February 13th 2020.

Given a chance and choice, I would like to be reborn to same parents 100 times again with everything unchanged. I would like to grow up with my father, have the same fights all over again, probably in a more fierceful manner. However, next time around, I would want him to enjoy his life more.

As much as I would like to write as per norm "Rest in peace Appaji", I will not do that.

I sign off with this note " Keep roaring wherever you are in that other world Appaji", because I always liked seeing you that way.

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hurakadli-blog · 10 years

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MEN and women do not think in the same ways. Few would disagree with that. And science has quantified some of those differences. Men, it is pretty well established,...

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hurakadli-blog · 11 years

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Tughlaq @ Rangashankara on my 29th birthday

Rangashankara continues to amaze me even today after going there so many times. Every single time I see that big banner with Shankar Nag in the background with his arms wide open, it fascinates me so much that it keeps me thinking about him for atleast a week.

So it was my 29th birthday and as pre-decided our gang of 6 people - myself, Bhanu, Suni, Ruby, Dileepa and Poorna assembled near Rangashankara at 7.15pm. After having tea at Adithya Veg, it was time to go back to the life and times of Mohammad Bin Tughlaq. As we settled down on our seats, we heard a announcement in both English and Kannada asking all of us viewers to switch off the mobile phones. The voice sounded familiar and just as we were trying to figure out who it was, Bhanu quickly told it was Girish Karnad's voice. Wow!! All of us thought that Mr. Karnad himself was present at the theatre when one of his finest plays was being enacted there. All of us were thrilled and we were hoping that we would get a glimpse of him at the end of the play. ( Only at the end we realised it was a recorded message which was being played and which gets played before the start of any show there)

From my high school history lessons, I had just known Tughlaq as a crazy ruler who did some crazy things, notably introduced some coins in his regime. The play started with the opening scene where there was a person standing at an elevated position. This was followed by the scene where there was a public announcement from the royal guards telling that a Qazi had ruled a decision related to land dispute between the Sultan Tughlaq and a Hindu Brahmin in favour of the Brahmin. Now here I got my first impression of the play - Mr. Karnad trying to portray Tughlaq as a benevolent Hindu friendly Muslim ruler unlike other Muslim rulers. I thought to myself - Wow!! Yet another attempt to show the harmony between Hindus and Muslims in older times. Scene by scene as it unraveled, it was getting more interesting. It was not to be that.

With every scene, I was getting confused whether to decide Tughlaq was a good king or a bad king. If one scene showed his religious tolerance and progressive thinking, the very next scene would show his darker evil side. The play was scripted so well that it was very difficult to take sides. Half way into the play, I realised this was all about the confused state of mind with which Tuglaq ruled during his entire regime. Both the good and the bad stay within the same individual. It is all a matter of which side of you takes over in different situations. Infact after the play, my friend Dileepa commented that this was confused state of Mr. Karnad's mind which he has portrayed through Tughlaq. Anyway, this was beautifully enacted by the Samudaya Group.

There was one character which made a strong impression on my mind - the character of Vishnuprasad aka Aziz, the dhobi aka Prophet Ghiyasuddin Khalifa. The wily nature of human thoughts is so brilliantly showed through this character as he changes identity throughout the course of play to gain earthly pleasures although his real identity is that of a dhobi. In one of the scenes where gets caught for posing as a religious guru and is about to be reprimanded by Tughlaq, he says " No prophet or religious guru washes as much dirt a dhobi does". This truly shows Karnad's class as a great playwright where he explains the hypocrisy of the society in which we live, in just a single line.

All in all it was a brilliant play and great work by Samudaya Group, Bangalore. And yes, who can forget the creator of this play - Girish Karnad and the reason for the very existence of this theatre - Shankar Nag.

Inspite of all this, we know there were only a hundred odd people with the collection of this play not more than Rs.15000 and we also know that movies like Chennai Express, Krrish 3 are making hundreds and hundreds of crores collection. So brilliant!! Thanks to our mature people !!

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hurakadli-blog · 11 years

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Only time will tell whether this can overtake F1 in popularity..

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hurakadli-blog · 11 years

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Why blame the culture when the issue is somewhere else?

A 5 year old girl getting raped - Yes, there can't be a bigger or greater shameful event to any country. And then some statements coming out like the girl was not properly dressed is even more shameful and disgusting. But why blame the culture for this? Just because there are a bunch of perverted psychopaths roaming around scot free because of an impotent government being run by a eununch PM doesn't make the culture bad. I agree its a sad state of democracy but definitely it doesn't make our culture bad. There are many things which this rich ( yes it is rich) culture has given us Indians and the whole world, which I'm extremely proud of. If this culture was that bad, then why is it that the whole world wants to embrace a lot of things from our culture even today? Way back in 1893, when Swami Vivekanada addressed the gathering at World Religion Conference held at Chicago, that portrayed our Indian culture. Despite being exploited for centuries, when Gandhiji chose the path of non-violence and truth for getting us freedom back - that portrayed our Indian culture. This culture has never preached to look down on women or abuse them. On the contrary, we have always been taught to hold them in high esteem and protect them right from our childhood. I don't know of any other country which gives such position to mother in people's minds.

In a country with a biillion odd population, there are a few rotten bastards which is very unforturnate. These should be dealt with severely without any scope for mercy or humanity. Castrate them, make them crippled for life and make sure every moment of their life is worse than death, bring in military laws but why blame the culture? Its our great government which has failed to bring in some stringent laws, but then who is responsible for that? Its we the people and not the culture.

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hurakadli-blog · 11 years

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Dreamz Unlimited..

It is not very often that I get dreams in my sleep. Yesterday night was one of those rare occasions, where, even in my short 5 hour sleep duration, I got this weird long dream.

I was walking on the sea shore and suddenly I enter a Kalyan Mantap where I see all known faces. I'm wondering where I have come and then there is a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and I see my mom asking me to get dressed quickly. I'm about to ask her the reason for that. Just then, my aunt hurriedly comes there and pulls my mom away for some work. I enter the groom's room where I find my cousin Munna taking out pressed clothes for me. I put on the dress while he enjoys laughing at me continuosly. I dont understand any of this and I'm totally perplexed. My dad enters the room, informs me that its my wedding and takes me to the mantap area where wedding ceremony is about to be performed. I'm so totally clueless about the girl I'm about to marry. I try to see her face, but to my disappointment, it is fully covered with the saree. The wedding is done and I still haven't seen the girl's face. I tell my mom that I want to see the girl's face and she asks me to just keep quiet. I still don't get what is happening and why is this happening to me. Few hours pass by and I still haven't seen the girl's face. I get impatient and plead with my mother to show me the girl's face atleast for a moment. She replies in negative and I'm pulled away by the police to the jail while I'm continuosly asking them to allow me to see her face once.

I wake up suddenly and I realize its a dream. But still, I'm not able to come to terms with reality. I check my surroundings, switch on the light, listen to a song and then sleep again.

As I write this, I still wonder what triggered this weird dream.

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hurakadli-blog · 11 years

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This is the ultimate glory which any long distance runner would dream of achieving. For me, as a bachcha long distance runner ( I don't think I can even claim that) who has run 20kms once or twice, this is something purely unimaginable. All I wish for is to go to Greece and just be part of this historical run just as a spectator and watch the great runners touching King Leonidas's feet after completing it.

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hurakadli-blog · 11 years

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A complex equation called life...

Yesterday night, when I was lying on the bed, trying to sleep, I got this feeling for the nth time - Life is a very complex equation. As I tried to look back at the 28 years of my life, I got more and more puzzled. I vividly remember the days when I was studying in 2nd standard in Mysore when my greatest wish at that time was to start writing with pens instead of pencils. My grandmother used to console me, telling it was just 2 more years and I could start using pens. When I reached 5th standard, there was little or no excitement, as it had become very obvious that pen would be the writing instrument from then on till the end of life. A new wish had taken birth in mind which was to wear full pants to the school instead of half pants. The wait for this was never ending.

When I reached high school, the excitement was gone and a new thing had taken its place. The thought of going to college without any uniforms with just holding the books in hand without bag made us crazy about it. As I was nearing the completion of my 1st year of pre-university, the focus had shifted to getting a good rank in engineering entrance examination and to get into a good engineering college. As anyone can expect, the aim and desire during the engineering was to get placed in a good company so that I could earn enough money to cater to my fantasies of wearing branded clothes, shoes, going to posh restuarants, which also by God's grace happened.

Now, as I stand at this phase of my life, I feel like a fool for having always desired to get here. I have read books, watched movies which have presented the futility of life in various ways, but never it has sunk in so much like now. Having always asked for a fast forward mode in life, I want a rewind mode badly in my life. I have realised that every step forward from now on is like going swiftly towards the end of a dark tunnel. I want to go back to my care free childhood days, where drinking pepsi once or twice in a year made me extremely happy, waiting for every Friday and Saturday to watch a Hindi movie on Doordarshan was so much fun, buying new clothes for every birthday was compulsory...

It reminds me of a very famous Hindi poem Mera Naya Bachpan written by Smt. Subhadra Kumari Chauhan which we studied in 8th standard.

Baar baar Aati hai mujhko madhur yaad bachpan teri

Gaya, le gaya tu jeevan ki sabse mast kushi meri

The more I think about life, the more complex it appears to be.

Conclusion: Life and Fermat's last theorem are same.

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The US Diaries - "C" for Caribbean, "C" for Cricket

My short but very eventful US of A trip had almost come to an end. I was at the Gate 11 of San Diego International Airport waiting for the boarding call for UA 5608 to SFO. With all my check in and boarding formalities done and still a good hour and half to go, I was getting extremely bored and impatient. I opened my laptop to check my g-mails and immediately, it gave an alarm telling that the battery was about to get exhausted. I looked around and found a special seating area with charging pins on the chair handles. There were 5 chairs and all were occupied. I was about to close my laptop and just then, an elderly lady in her seventies, sitting in one of those 5 chairs stood up to sit in another place. I immediately rushed there and occupied that chair.

I checked my gmail account, facebook account and as usual, I had not got any mails or messages. I just opened cricinfo.com and was reading some article. Somebody tapped my shoulder and I lifted my head to look who it was. It was the big black elderly man who was sitting in the chair next to me. He was definitely six feet seven inches or more in height and he instantly reminded me of the "Big Bird" Joel Garner. He gave me a smile, greeted me and asked me if I'm from India. I just greeted him back and nodded my head in surprise. He had seen me browsing through cricinfo website and had guessed that. He then told me that he was from Port of Spain, Trinidad and he was an ardent cricket fan. He went on to tell his story about the India - West Indies test match he watched along with his dad and brother in 1953, where India had put up a brilliant show with some spinner named Gupte taking 7 wickets in an innings. I immediately thought it could be our legendary leggie Subash Gupte (at that moment, I felt proud of myself because I could relate to the person whom he was referring to, although it was long long back) and told him the same. He too was delighted to see me relating to his words. He patted my shoulder and then told me how Gupte fell in love with a Caribbean girl, got married to her and settled down in Port of Spain.

We chatted for a while and he then ended the conversation with this remark "The last West Indian cricketer whom I know of and who dominated the world was Viv Richards. No one has come after that ". I was so amazed to meet a non Indian cricket fan, out of the blue, in US, who had so much to tell and his last remark about my all time favorite cricketer just blew me off.

As I was sitting in the flight, I started doubting whether he was talking about Subash Gupte or somebody else. This is because, although I had read many things about him, I had never read about he settling down in Caribbean. As soon as the flight landed in SFO, I checked cricinfo and all my doubts were put to rest and "Big Bird" was obviously right. I smiled to myself as I felt how true these words were - " Desha suttu, kosha odu (meaning: to gain knowledge, one should read books and travel places)"

Reference Links:

http://www.espncricinfo.com/ci/content/player/28880.html

http://www.espncricinfo.com/ci/engine/match/62751.html

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hurakadli-blog · 12 years

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Of getting closer to the religion...

It all started when my friend nbathi came to my cubicle telling me about this news of KSCA conducting the state level umpiring examination on September 30, 2012. I was in one of those indifferent moods, yet working on something just for the sake of it in front of my laptop. This news, although it did give me a momentary rush of blood, it failed to create that impression on my mind on that day. Next few days went by in the usual fashion, during which it struck to me that this is not something which is like the usual examinations which happen every year and why I should not give it a try. Meanwhile, nbathi had enquired the procedure for applying to the same. I kept telling nbathi that I would go soon and that day never came.

And there it was, September 12, 2012, the last day for applying had arrived. Myself and nbathi checked at cricketkarnataka.com (by this time, the post had become an archive and we had to really struggle hard to find that post again) for the closing time that day at 3.50pm. I was relieved that I still had about an hour and half to finish it off. Soon I reached Chinnaswamy stadium and made my way into the office 1st floor as per directions from the security guard. I was inside a big room which was divided into several smaller rooms with nameplates containing those names which I had read only either in newspaper or on various cricket websites - Mr. R Sudhakar Rao, Asst. Secretary (The former Karnataka opener who scored loads of runs for our state), Mr. Vijay R Bharadwaj, Hon. Vice President (Yes, the same one series wonder boy who couldn't make it big at the highest level, yet served our state immensely), Mr. B K Venkatesh Prasad, Hon. Vice President ( Yes, our own Venky, whom we fondly remember for heroics of pointing the way for pavilion to Aamir Sohail) and finally Mr. Javagal Srinath, Hon. Secretary ( Does this name require any introduction? ) I was overwhelmed to see those names along with photo frames of our legendary cricketers from Karnataka hanging all over the place. Just then, when I was looking around for the place where I could get the application form and fill it, I saw a person walking by - the face was very familiar, but looked older, the head was bald in places. He stopped by and asked me what I was looking for and at that moment, I realised it was Mr. Vijay Bharadwaj who was speaking to me. He guided me to the correct place and I thanked him and started towards the ground floor. I was so very happy to have met a former India International and spoken to him ( in Kannada, of course !!).

I filled up the application form and just when I was about to submit it, I heard a person shouting and coming towards me. It was Mr. Shavir Tarapore (India International umpire and current boss of umpire's panel at KSCA) whom I had only seen on television officiating in ODIs giving decisions in a very mild manner. He was telling this "What man? You guys don't have time sense. I'm supposed to collect applications only till 4.30pm". As much as I wanted to give him back telling that the time was still 4.40pm and the published closing time on website was 5.30pm, I held back and just said sorry and submitted my application. As I was coming back, I saw a notice about the workshop for umpiring exam candidates on September 15 & 16, 2012. I just made a mental note of it and thought of trying it out.

I had a terrific September 13 where I got the 4 fingers and web portion between the thumb and index finger of my left hand badly burnt trying to do something different. I was pissed off and was not in the mental state to attend this workshop. Yet, I was there at Broadcasting room of Chinnaswamy stadium on September 15 half heartedly.

The morning session kicked off with Mr. B K Ravi and Mr. Vishwas M Kale introducing themselves and starting with "Duties of Umpires" and "Spirit of the Game". It was just a blissful experience with Ravi Sir juggling with words in the most appealing fashion in both English and Kannada and going through several laws of cricket as mentioned in the MCC Laws of Cricket book ( Not to forget Vishy sir who was giving Ravi Sir the much needed intermediate breaks and covering some of the smaller laws). Believe it or not, it was one of those very few days in my entire life when I didn't yawn or look at the watch for the whole period.

After lunch, it was a practical session on the very ground which I had seen on countless occassions on television watching Team India play. All those fond memories of Titan Cup India- Australia match, India - Pak quarterfinal of WC 96 and many more came alive in front of my eyes as I walked on the lush green grass. It was a truly amazing feeling walking on my favorite turf in India. The day ended at 6pm after enjoying many of the laws explained by Ravi Sir and writing a self assessment test. As I walked out, I could feel that immense satisfaction of spending a day so worthily.

One thought kept lingering in my mind all that day - Spirit of the Game. I have always been very aggressive on the field playing cricket at whatever level, right from my childhood, fighting it out for every single ball, every single run and every single wicket, to the extent of abusing and getting into physical scuffle with the opponent team, almost every single time. I always felt good about that fact. For the first time in my life, I felt ashamed of myself for that fact. It was a true eye opener. I realised that what I always thought of as passion for the game, was just madness and more importantly disrespect to the very game which I love so much. It is one of those lessons for a lifetime.

The second day was even more better with lot of videos aiding the brilliant explanation by Ravi Sir and Vishy Sir. Altogether, there were 321 of us who had enrolled for this unique examination. It was heartening to see so many people from different backgrounds, ages coming together for worshipping this religion called Cricket. Attending this workshop was not mandatory, but still I could see the passion for the game, the commitment and willingness to learn for the betterment of the game. I just can't describe that in words. In the post lunch session, we had Mr. V N Kulkarni, Head of National Umpiring Academy at Nagpur addressing us for sometime and giving us some tips on quick decision making on the field. The final day of the workshop ended at 7.30pm (extended by 1.5 hrs). Yet, everyone was ready to sit through for more time without any compulsion.

I might or might not be able to clear the examinations or become an umpire, but the joy I experienced and the things I learnt about this lovely game will forever remain in my mind and heart. I truly salute this game.

Dedicating this post to nbathi, Mr B K Ravi and Mr Vishwas Kale for helping me cherish the game in a better manner.

Reference Links:

http://www.espncricinfo.com/india/content/player/35314.html

http://www.espncricinfo.com/india/content/player/30302.html

http://www.espncricinfo.com/india/content/player/30712.html

http://www.cricketkarnataka.com

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