In this soccer season, we can hear sports lovers lamenting about country’s single minded focus on cricket that pales all other sports into relative obscurity.

However, while watching an old clip on YouTube relating to a test match played during 1971 England India series, I was amazed as to how much the game of cricket had changed over the years, stimulating me to pen a few lines in verse. The poem reads:

Once upon a time,
Existed there a gentleman’s game;
That was played with patience and poise,
We called it cricket by its name.

A test match played over full 5 days,
It had a day of rest too;
Thus it lasted almost the entire week,
Yet people enjoyed without any hullabaloo.

Strokes were played on merit,
With the play modulated as per the situation;
One who played with responsibility and not rashly,
Enjoyed the spectators’ adulation.

Match series happened once in a while,
Teams played either at home or abroad;
Media analysed a day’s game threadbare,
Star players enjoyed the status of God.

But as goes a popular folklore,
Change is the only constant;
Cricket could not insulate itself from it,
Things were different in the next instant.

Cricket became fast and furious
A day’s fixture ending in a result;
All the poise and patience evaporated,
ODIs and T20s acquired the status of cult.

Hard hitting, strike rate and sledging,
Were the new entrants in the vocabulary of the game;
Men wearing white and in no hurry made way for,
Colourful attire and bombastic cutthroat game.

Adaptability is the way of life that helps us live in present;
I too don’t want to live in memories galore;
So I watch, enjoy and participate in today’s fast paced game
But not fully able to overcome nostalgia of the yore.

 I spent a significant period of my life in the city of joy, Kolkata nee Calcutta and its needless to say the I fell in love with the place. It’s not possible for one to stay in Kolkata and not fall in love with it. It has warmth like no other city. And the heady mix of its culture, food, literati, music – all contribute to making Kolkata what it is! 

A friend of mine, an enigmatic fellow who loves reading, writing, travelling and loves Kolkata got fascinated by my impression of the great city. Yesterday, he was in Mumbai and made it a point to spend some precious moments with me. During this, he presented a poem written as a eulogy to me, which, in fact, is a eulogy to the city of joy. To put it straight, it celebrates my stay in Kolkata. It reads as under:

Oh Calcutta 

In dusk we shall remember 

The lands we have left behind

The restless rivers

The mango was sweeter

The stars were brighter 

The cuckoo sang sweeter

The moon was brighter.

Beyond the blue of the sky

Beyond the red of the rose 

You shall rise

To a new sunrise

It is no surprise

You are in paradise.

(Penned on 9/5/‘2026 while sitting in a place at Elgin Road)

Thanks Aparnab Roy for this precious gift which in fact is invaluable. It has thrown me into a sea of nostalgia! 

Sales scenarios

We are all fascinated by what’s now known as Tharoorian English and can witness number of posts and reels on social media on how a particular phrase or sentence would appear by using Tharoor like words.

But beauty of any language does not lie in use of difficult words, but its attractiveness to the readers’ eyes. 

While reading the latest book by my favourite author Dan Brown, I came across the following piece of conversation:

“I’ve witnessed your proclivity for proximity to peril.

And I your predilection for paranoid presumptions!”

The words used are quite common that are part of our daily conversations, but their use and sequencing make it very pleasant and poetic. 

This is one aspect that all of us – budding, published and aspiring authors- need to work on to make our writing more engaging to the reader. 

While most of the articles, posts and blogs that I am witnessing today relate to Father’s Day and poignant memories associated with one’s relationship with his/her father,   today also happens to be World Yoga Day, World Music Day and World Hydrography Day. 

It’s true that all of us have personal poignant memories relating to our fathers and some of us are lucky to have our fathers around us, while we ourselves become grandfathers. However, in today’s modern times, the importance of yoga ( for physical fitness), music (for mental and emotional soothing) and Hydrography (water being the most important natural resource) cannot be undermined. 

As a comprehensive celebration of all the four occasions falling today, I have composed a few lines that read:

Yoga strengthens our body

Music our mind

Water is life

And so three of them are of a kind! 

Reiterating our love for our fathers 

This Fathers Day let’s make a resolution 

To do yoga, listen to music and conserving water

Our life’s great mission! 

Sometimes i get a feeling that as a nation we seem to have fully transitioned from being a socialistic democracy to full fledged capitalistic! 

The current weak progress of the monsoon and the rains likely to be below normal is a matter of grave worry and concern. Mumbai lakes have water reserve below 9% and the situation is critical. Several water dams and reservoirs in the state and across the country are reporting low levels. However, all that we and our media are talking about is GDP growth, current account deficit, Sensex and Nifty as if these indicators are the only matters of concern? What about the impact of scanty rainfall on the ensuing rabbi season? What about the affect of the drought like situation on the current Kharif crop? What about the drinking water crisis in major cities like Mumbai? What about the village women travelling miles for one container of water? And the threat of farmers reverting to undertaking suicides if the current situation prevails is very real! Inflation is already pinching the household budget of poor and middle classes. 

Economic indicators are important and our stock market is at the centre of international focus. But for the common folks of this country, priority is different and it’s incumbent upon all to highlight the real issues. 

There are four stages of elimination in life. The first stage is at age 60 when the work eliminates you, no matter how important, respected or skilled you are! Somebody else takes your place, the organisation moves on and you are slowly but surely forgotten. This is the time to let go of your ego and discover yourself beyond your work. 

The second stage begins at age 70 when the society begins to eliminate you. You have fewer friends, fewer social engagements and fewer invitations. 

The third stage is at age 80 when the family begins to  eliminate you. No, the members of the family don’t start ignoring or abandoning you, but they get totally engrossed in their own lives. Your children get busy with the their jobs, their children and their affairs, continuing to have great regard but scant time for you.

The fourth and the final stage comes at age 90 when the earth begins to eliminate you. Your body becomes frail and weak, many contemporaries and friends already gone from the face of the world, very little appetite and lots of restrictions  – to sum up, losing the zeal or willingness to live with hardly anything to look forward to. 

As the protagonist of this video message, shared by my friend Sunil Babbar, says that all these eliminations should be viewed as progression in life and accepted gratefully. Stage 1 comes after a long, satisfying and fruitful professional stint, stage 2 comes after living a wholesome life post superannuation by spending quality time with friends and family and pursuing all that we missed out in stage1 .  Stage 3 is a blessing to see the family thriving and achieving great success. Stage 4 is a blessing itself to have attained – for how many of us are lucky to survive to be living in 90s and looking to completing a century! 

I found the message worth sharing with larger audience, even with those who are still miles away from even stage 1. Life moves very fast and we should always be preparing our mind for the future reality. 

In my years of banking, one thing that I have learnt conclusively is the importance of customer selection and meticulous compliance with the on boarding formalities. Whether it’s a borrower or depositor customer, if the proper due diligence is ensured at the time of customer on boarding, the experience during the customer life cycle is likely to remain generally pleasant. Loans can still turn non performing and there are possibilities of suspicious transactions in a deposit account, but if the customer selection is good ab initio, the chances are that such customers will extend cooperation and ensure that the banker doesn’t suffer loss or face regulatory/ legal actions. 

The above thought got reignited in my mind as I came across a series of unfortunate incidents of a jilted lover physically harming- and in a few cases killing – the partner after being spurned. We have heard about the love at first sight and love being blind. But today’s youth is much more evolved and informed thanks to social and other media. Selecting a partner – more importantly before committing irreversibly- is to my mind equivalent to on boarding a customer for a sustained relationship for long time to come – and like proper due diligence done by the bankers, the youth of today will also do well to exercise similar care and caution. While I don’t rule out the element of luck altogether, this can, to a large extent, prevent post break up violence, including acid attacks and stabbing incidents . Break ups can still happen even after proper due diligence – but the consequences can be much milder and manageable, giving the life a second chance to succeed in love. 

I was hooked on to Vivid Bharti and Radio Ceylon in my childhood being an aficionado of Bollywood music. Those were the days when unlike today, if one heard 50 songs in a day, 48 would be divided amongst 4-5 top names – Lata, Asha, Rafi, Kishore and Mukesh. However, one thing never failed to surprise me – a very much Lata sounding song would be attributed to Suman Kalyanpur by the announcer announcing the credits of the song. May be greater connoisseurs, including the famous music makers of those days knew the nuanced difference that made Lata overshadow others including Suman, but ordinary mortals would only reluctantly believe the announcers announcement, such being the similarity between their voices. 

She sang a few songs, but more importantly the songs that were originally composed for the nightingale, which she couldn’t sing for one reason or the other. When for years, Rafi and Lata decided not to sing together, Suman was enlisted for songs that couldn’t do without Rafi while Mahendra Kapoor benefitted by singing songs that couldn’t do without Lata! 

While some songs are now very famously attributed to Suman – rahe na rahe hum, aajkal tere mere pyar ke charche etc – some continue to surprise still like the title song of Dil Ek Mandir that I came to know only the other day was sung by Suman and not Lata! 

She bowed out rather early and could have contributed more! But whatever work she did had an air of exclusivity and distinctiveness and it’d continue to keep her alive in the memory of her millions of admirers for the time immemorial! 

As one ages, nostalgia takes a precedence over all other emotions. I felt deeply nostalgic when I came across a news item that almost six decades after it came into existence, the iconic Shastri Bhavan along with another iconic adjacent building Krishi Bhavan would be getting demolished to pave way for central vista redevelopment project. 

I have lots of childhood memories associated with Shastri Bhavan. My father, who worked in Ministry of Education headquartered in Shastri Bhavan, went there everyday for decades! The office special DTC bus originating from R K Puram would terminate at Krishi Bhavan and at the close of office, long queues of office goers would await their turn to get aboard one of the buses to go back home.

I remember having gone to my father’s office in Shastri Bhavan on 2-3 occasions. This would usually be around the Republic Day when the full dress rehearsal parade, days in advance of the final pageant on the 26th January on the adjoining Rajpath ( rechristened Vijaypath) was a big attraction and was followed by a short visit to my father’s office and the canteen that served delicacies at very cheap rates. The dimly lit corridors had doors on both the sides that opened into departmental offices as also the chambers of senior officials – under secretaries onwards. A senior officer, whom my father reported, welcomed me warmly and gave a chocolate, a rarity in those days of low salaries. Mango shake, kept stored in glass bottles inside an icebox at a shop in Krishi Bhavan was something I never got to drink again, despite being able to afford the best, would complete this detour. 

The news item says that the murals by Satish Gujral installed on the facade of Shastri Bhavan will be removed and relocated before the demolition. 

Passing through these magnificent buildings used to be quite often though after leaving Delhi, I have not been to that area in decades and am yet to see the new Parliament House. Rechristening of places, closure of famous places, demolition of iconic buildings all are symbolic of the change being the only constant and that we all must readily adapt to the changes happening around us. But nostalgia is an emotion that’s beyond one’s control and one has no option but to relive the memories!