I want freedom from godmen !

The death of 63 people in UP has nothing to do with the politics. It is the worst kind of Human Rights violation on the name of religion, spiritualism and poverty. Kirpalu Maharaj must be arrested and put on trial.

NEWSPAPERS AND electronic media are full of scandals and sleaze of the self proclaimed godmen these days. These fake- holy- beings have taken the public for a cool ride. Spirituality has become an instant solution for these fraudsters to make money by way of donations. Look at these godmen, irrespective of their creed and religion, and you don’t have to look for any embodiment of evil. They are exploiting rich, richest, middle classes, poor and the poorest with impunity. Look at the life style of these monsters and look at insecurities of life of a common man !

Half of the world, nearly three billion people, live on less than two dollars a day. According to UNICEF, 30,000 children die each day due to poverty. And they “die quietly in some of the poorest villages on earth, far removed from the scrutiny and the conscience of the world. Being meek and weak in life makes these dying multitudes even more invisible in death.”

For the suffering millions religion comes with consolation opium. “It’s a will of God. Pray, pray and pray….and the godman will also pray for you. Just offer money for the religious hierarchy and place of worship. Your problem is resolved.” A perpetual fraud which is played in the name of religion. Poverty is not, and cannot be written off as God’s will. Poverty can, and must be eliminated. Man must charter his course, away from the cruel crutches of poverty. Only then can we truly deem ourselves worthy of our intellectual and scientific pursuits.

Whenever I pass through the lines of starving humanity outside the hotels at Bhindi Bazar in Mumbai or Jama Masjid at Delhi, where the rich advance some money to feed the poor, I curse myself for my helplessness. I know these hapless souls are reassured of the estuaries of milk and honey after death and there is no need to work hard in this life. They are fed by these Mullahs the heavy doses of ignorance; they feast upon sloth and vermin in the name of religion. They are content with what they get and Mullah is enjoying the best that life has to offer.

Most of Mullahs have the biggest of bellies and most of them have the voracious appetites. They own and misappropriate huge Waqf properties and exploit and squander other religious endowments. They are too powerful and quite capable to crush to smithereens any minutest challenge to their authority with an iron hand of religion.

They are as corrupt and moral reprobate as any SwamI or Father whose black deed are exposed because of the liberal fabric of their society. It is a fact that a Mullah, by virtue of tight constraints of faith, is more powerful and not a easy fish. I’m not a Hindu but I love and respect Hinduism. This ascetically beautiful religion has offered and still to offer a lot to the suffering humanity. I’m distressed to see these so-called sanyasis, swamis and saints caught in situations that brings opprobrium not to Hinduism but to whole of India.

Again I digressed from the subject of poverty. Twenty rupees, a steel plate and one-time-food is what can bring catastrophes for sixty plus starving human beings at the gate of the godman in Pratapgarh. Where are we heading as an Indian ?

If Uttar Pradesh when Chief Minister Mayawati claims that the state is facing an “acute financial crisis” and is not in a position to give any monetary compensation to the families of those killed or injured in Thursday’s Pratapgarh stampede, she is telling the fact.

Obviously the state coffers have been emptied to erect the statues of herself and other favorite icons. After all the stone images have more life than the living human beings. Mayawati justified her stand by saying the Centre’s National Calamities Relief Fund is meant for natural disasters and not of the kind of Pratapgarh incident. She belongs to the segment of society that had been victimized for centuries. For her these statues are a correction of history. I know it’s a wastage of national resources but at least it serves a purpose.

However, Maya’s reluctance to rush for help raised a billion dollar question. Why should state pay to families of people who had gone to Ashram for their own spiritual gain and died in stampede there ?

The real answer if as tough and excruciating as the tragedy itself. Masses should be discreet and they have to learn to distinguish between the poseurs and real saints. Vanity, wealth, pomp and show are not the symptoms of Godliness.

Like most of the religious priests this so called godman Kirpalu Maharaj was minting money and playing with the lives and sentiments of the gullible public. The death of 63 people in UP has nothing to do with the politics. It is the worst kind of Human Rights violation on the name of religion, spiritualism and poverty. Kirpalu Maharaj must be arrested and put on trial. His properties should be confiscated to compensate the victims.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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We salute you Asha Bhonsle

Asha-Bhonsle

Asha-Bhonsle

Asha is made up of a different mettle. Today she rushed where the waxy giant like Amitabh Bachcan had feared to tread.

COURAGE IS grace under pressure, said Ernest Hemingway and the evergreen and ever gracious Asha Bhonsle stands testimony to this.

To speak against the Mantras of Shiva Sena and MNS in Maharshtra needs strength of character and courage. Asha Tai has proved irrevocably that is she not short of that. Politics is not her cup of tea. Not very long ago, at the age of 60-plus, Asha Bhonsle had dared to challenge the youngsters on the scene, Alka Yagnik, Kavita Krishnamurty, Sadhana Sargam in evocative songs ‘Yai Re, Yai Re…’ and ‘Tanha Tanha…’ both from Rangeela or ‘Rang De…’ from Takshak.

She teamed with Adnan Sami and ‘Ghulam Ali’ with equal ease for private albums of songs or ghazals. That is her field. Today she rushed where the waxy giant like Amitabh Bachcan had feared to tread. He had put to shame his own wife and all Indians when he begged mercy from the MNS chief. Asha is made up of a different mettle.

In Pune, on the terra firma of the Sena Juggernaut, she challenged Bal Thackrey and remonstrated MNS founder Raj Thackrey indirectly to give up their nasty parochial approach of ‘Mumbai for Marathi Manoos only.’ She categorically reminded them that Mumbai belongs to every one. The veteran singer backed her argument with the appropriate logic.

“Mumbai belongs to all those who work tirelessly, day and night, in the city. Our people (Maharashtrians) should also do such hard work. I worked tirelessly and that is the reason why no one could snatch away what was due to me,” she said. Dwelling upon her own struggles, she said she had to undergo extreme hardship. Responding to a question in a public interview conducted by a TV channel, Bhonsle said she belonged to all of India as she has sung in various languages. At the same time, she was proud of being a Maharashtrian.

She could not have chosen a better occasion to deliver her message. Asha Bhonsle has been a glittering star of the Hindi film industry since the last four decades. Let us remember that she had to grow up in the shadow of her sister, Lata Mangeshkar. Asha has indeed done very well for herself. Initially she had to face the inevitable – unfair comparisons with her more popular sister. But she did not let that affect her. Perseverance paid off. In no time she overtook tough contenders like Geeta Dutt.

We salute you Asha Tai for the honesty, integrity and courage you have shown. We also salute you Sachin Tendulkar for being the real Maratha and our hats off for Shahrukh Khan who remained undaunted in the face of worst threats and anticipated adversities.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Aamir is behaving like a megalomaniac.

Aamir Khan

Aamir Khan

Aamir Khan believes that an actor makes a film song popular. His wits have gone wool gathering again; he is wide off the mark. Success has gone to his head. Public has not yet forgiven or forgotten his remarks about the name of his poodle – Shahrukh. It was a bad joke. His recent resignation and remark about ‘who owns a song’ is a bad vibe. He says, “A lyricist doesn’t add up too much.” Its like stating that foundation of an edifice doesn’t matter much. His statement simply reflects his lack of understanding of history of music and ignorance about the waters he is swimming in. Only a bloke deficient of aesthetic sense could spin a yarn like that. I wonder if he did ever listen the lyrics written by Sahir Ludhyanwi, Shakeel Badayooni, Majrooh Sultanpuri, Shalendra and Gulzar. He seems to blissfully unaware of the music of Ghulam Haider, S.D. Burman, Noushad, Anil Da, Madan Mohan and Jai Dev.

Leaving aside some exceptions, there had been only a few actors who were able to do justice to the spirit of songs. Throwing one leg here and shaking one hip there is no acting. Of course, there were greats like Balraj Sahni, Dilip Kumar, Raj Kapoor, Devanand and Gurdutt but you aren’t one of them Aamir!
Your presence conjures up the words – “Aa…Chalti Kya Khandala…”
Take some times out with 3 idiots and listen to “Chalo dildar chalo, chand ke paar chalo…” written by Kaif Bhopali and composed by Ghulam Haider. Listen to songs of “Pyaasa” and “Kagez Ke Phool.” Go through the lyrics of “Kabhi Kabhi.” It would improve your taste and you would learn something new about the beauty of words and music. He must understand that most of the lyrics survived because of the emotional appeal of their sensitive words, fine music composition and excellent renditions. The everlasting magic of “Binaca Geet Mala”, “Kohinoor Geet Gunjar” and the “Vividh Bharti” had nothing to do with the senseless gymnastics of the actors but the words and music of their creators.

When Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan mesmerized the world with “Vande Matram” he wasn’t coaxing some pony tail to come with him to Khandala. It were the words of the song and the magic of music that give life.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Saint Valentine – who he was?

DECADES BACK when I had landed in London, the Indians were yet struggling to establish their identities. At every street corner there use to be a Patel shop. Taxi drivers from Punjab and Mirpuris from Kashmir were ever present even before you think of them. Skin heads and punks were part of daily English life. While skin heads were the dreaded lots, punks were the embodiment of politeness, beauty and creativity. Punks were usually exquisitely dressed and donned the crowns of their hair-do as they could have done only. There were moments when I was inspired to turn a punk. Fortunately, a large mirror in my PG accommodation at Turnham Green helped, better sense prevailed and I decided to postpone the idea for better times. In those days the young British boys used to mock us with – “Hello Mr Bus Conductor. How do you do?” Discretion was the better part of valour and we usually smiled or smirked in reaction.

One day, during a morning bus trip from Cheswick High to Oxford Street, I witnessed a fracas between a British Utility Worker and few youths who were trying to make it a day. I heard the choicest of Cockney abuses and their quintessence translation in English for the first time. Those were as innovative as you come across in any vegetable market back home.
And after a few weeks of my arrival, almost every shop began to turn pink.

My white classmates were talking about the forthcoming Valentine’s Day. As I was a green horn, I listened attentively to their discussion to enhance my general knowledge. The British girls were expecting several gifts from their known friends and unknown admirers. There was secrecy around the gift if the girl was unmarried. They didn’t know the sender till the last moment. The married ladies would get gifts from their husbands, known friends, relatives and also from some unknown admirers. The air was filled with love, respect and admiration. It was totally different from what I saw in a Delhi parks on Valentine’s Day. I am not a kill-joy but my parents had given me certain values that were with me in the foreign shores also. I am neither Muthali nor Baba Ramdev, but I know my body is a temple and a gift of God. I have no right to abuse it in the name of pleasure. What a misuse and mockery of the liberty and helplessness of parents the new generation is making today will come home to roost when they would themselves enter their forties and fifties – not now. I really don’t know what they know about the Saint in whose name this is celebrated. Just to share with those who want to refresh or learn.

In West they are not sure if there was one or many Saint Valentines. It is still a mystery. It is generally believed that he was a Roman who had refused to give up his Christian faith. Some say he was a temple priest who was jailed for defiance during the rule of Claudius the Goth II.

The first representation of Saint Valentine appeared in ‘The Nuremberg Chronicle’, a great illustrated book printed in 1493. He was caught marrying Christian couples and aiding Christians who were being persecuted under Emperor Claudius in Rome. He was arrested and imprisoned. But his story took a 180 degree turn here. The emperor took a liking of his prisoner and began to show kindness towards him. The Saint misread the situation. He went all out to coax and cajole to convert his master to Christianity. That was a great strategic error. The emperor was so irritated and infuriated with his advances that he ordered the priest to be condemned to death. He was beaten with clubs and stoned. As if that was not enough, he was beheaded outside the Flaminian Gate.

Pope Julius I is said to have built a church near Ponte Mole in his memory. The greatest parts of his relics are now in the church of St Praxedes. His name is celebrated as that of an illustrious martyr in the sacramentary of St Gregory, the Roman Missal of Thomasius.

Saints are saints and they are always busy in healing the suffering of mankind. They perform miracles when they are alive and intercede after death. According to one legend, while awaiting his execution, St Valentine restored the sight of his jailer’s blind daughter. Another legend says, on the eve of his death, he penned a farewell note to the jailer’s daughter, signing it, “From your Valentine.”

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Let’s know our Modi(s); lest we forget!

It’s interesting to note that Modi had confessed to committing the offences before a North Carolina court and entered a ‘plea bargain’, which is permitted under the US law.

IN 1985 the chief of the Indian Premier League, Lalit Modi, was convicted of possessing drugs, kidnapping and assault in the US. He was a university student then. Durham County had charged Modi with kidnapping, assault and possession of 400 grams of cocaine. It’s interesting to note that Modi had confessed to committing the offences before a North Carolina court and entered a ‘plea bargain’, which is permitted under the US law and allows a reduced punishment without a trial if the accused confesses to his or her crimes.

The Durham County Court had accepted Modi’s plea bargaining application and found him guilty of kidnapping and assault. On Modi’s request, the court placed him on five years probation, asking him to undergo 100 hours of community service. The decision on sentencing for possession of drugs was deferred for five years on the condition that a $50,000 cash bond was deposited with the court. This is a normal practice in North Carolina for first-time offenders.

The court sentenced him to two years imprisonment and fined him $10,000.

Of Course, he didn’t serve two years jail sentence. He was simply let off on probation.

Modi’s lawyers believe that the US court did not pass any final judgment on the drugs charge in the next five years and the cash bond was also discharged. It is worth to mention that North Carolina rules allow first-time offenders in drugs cases to be given the benefit of deferred sentences.

Modi had moved the court again in 1986 — after graduating from Duke University — seeking permission to move to India on health grounds. The court ordered: “As a fact the defendant has been hospitalized, his doctors indicate that a return to his home in India would facilitate his recovery. The said probation be modified to unsupervised probation. As a condition, the defendant is to perform 200 hours of community service by 1990. He may return to his home.”

In India our Supreme Court has been hearing a petition challenging Modi’s position as a cricket official since 2005. In Supreme Court a petitioner Kishore Rungta, who was defeated by Modi in the elections, had challenged Modi’s election as president of the Rajasthan Cricket Association on the grounds that its rules do not permit anyone convicted of a criminal offence to hold the post of an office-bearer.

And here is a headline about another giant of Gujrat Politics:

Ahmadabad -The Gujarat High Court on Wednesday asked the state Advocate General when the time would be “mature” enough to summon Chief Minister Narendra Modi and others before the State-appointed commission probing the 2002 Godhra train attack and the Gujarat riots that followed.

These are the two icons of Indian Capitalism.
I’ve stopped reading between the lines.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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The stalk with a white rose

No matter how innocent the mistake might be, it is unacceptable. It was prudent at the part of Indian Government that it has accepted the fault. Pak Air Chief’s picture on such an exclusive advertisement was a monumental blunder. The Minister of W.C.D. should resign immediately. Now, funny side of the story: “The aggrieved party in this case is Mr. Tanweer Ahmed also as his picture got its way without his permission.” The sunny side of the story,”As the people involved couldn’t make difference between the two security officers let the enmity between the two nations that were one 60 years ago, should turn into mutual respect and friendship. When the Berlin Wall can fall and two Vietnams can unite, when European countries who had fought 2 World Wars can bury the hatchet, why the India and Pakistan can’t come closer once again? It is easy to gain popularity by talking about flashing of swords. However, a stalk of White Rose,a symbol of love and mutual respect is always a welcome sight.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Mr. Pachauri is confused

Mr. Pachauri

Mr. Pachauri

Mr. Pachauri is national icon. It is sad that such a serious matter like the melting of glaciers was taken so casually under his stewardship. It was not only in India but everyone concerned, around the globe, was looking at him for proper guidance. The mistake in the report was a monumental one as it gave a very bad name to India as a whole. Once I happened to visit an important lab and someone asked the scientist-in charge: if someone commits a particular mistake, how would you react? The answer of the scientist was – If you can commit mistake here you are not meant to be here. The eminent scientist is also cornered for his lavish life style. Scientists or scholars who flaunt their wealth or seen to be doing so are no more taken in high esteem by the general public. I wish Pachauri come out clean from this unwanted situation.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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One failed to flew over the Cuckoo’s nest

We got prosperity for few and the society began to crack, crumble and stink under the vices of modernisation. The human values that were once the hallmark of our Indian culture were pushed to the back-burner or forgotten in a short span of few years.

I WISH someone would tell me a good news these days. Though these are the best of the times and these are the worst of the times as Dickens might have said. To begin with the new year in Mirpur, the Sri Lankans showed us the slot of number two. Sania Mirza said she won’t play tennis after marriage.

We have been trying to forget the crude smile of Rathore as he was coming out but he did put us wise by telling us the source of his inspiration. It is a time when army officers, police officers and judges are caught entangled in, euphemistically speaking, anti-social activities. It is the time when in big cities, mothers count their kids before they go to bed.

Let us not talk about the BPO culture where you don’t know what your kids are up to. Our beloved Prime Minister, under the guardianship of another late Prime Minister, had brought progress for the nation. We got some new cars, new riches and new visionaries whose ambit never touched the shivering Indian, who is lost in the cruel street of life.

We got prosperity for few and the society began to crack, crumble and stink under the vices of modernisation. The human values that were once the hallmark of our Indian culture were pushed to the back-burner or forgotten in a short span of few years.

Today, the emerging India has been transformed into a heartless nation where only the money speaks. It is time when ‘3 Idiots’ succeed and ‘Kurban’ finds its way to the bottom of the pit. It is the time when Indians are getting Nobel Price. It is the time when we have organised the biggest Car-Show upon earth.

It is the time when both Ambanis are looking at each other and smiling. It is the time when Vijay Mallya has brought out a new year calendar which would make a feast for your eyes. It is the time when Tiger Wood has decided to banish his wild oats and seek the help of reformatory. It is the time when government has finally decided to do something to bring down the prices.

In this prevailing atmosphere of happiness and supposed sorrows some wise acre decided to give some lollipops of consolation as ‘Right of Information Concept’. Some people believed that they can jump the walled city of sanity. In an age when the judges of Supreme Court are averse to this very concept if it hurts them, one simpleton tried to flew over the cuckoo’s nest. He paid the price.

Right to Information (RTI) activist Satish Shetty, who exposed many land scams in Maharashtra, was killed by unidentified men while on a morning walk at Talegaon on the outskirts of this city on Wednesday (January 13).

“Around 7.15am, when Shetty was on his morning walk, some unidentified people assaulted him and injured him seriously. He was rushed to a private hospital, but succumbed later,” Pradeep Aphale, investigating officer of Talegaon Police Station, said.

According to a colleague, 38-year-old Shetty left home around 6.45 am for his usual morning walk when some people attacked him with swords near Bhandari Hospital. Shetty, a systematic whistleblower, was credited with throwing light on several major land scams in the picturesque Talegaon-Lonavala regions, now a favourite with realtors in the state.

He shot to fame after exposing certain corrupt land deals in and around the country’s first expressway, the Mumbai-Pune expressway, over a decade ago.

Now he is gone beyond questioning the right of information. Those who are ardent religious in faith could console themselves with a thought that he might have failed in fulfilling his mission in his life but dear Lord would provide him every information in the heaven. The whistle blower’s whistle has been silenced for ever. Someone has to pay the price of prosperity. Isn’t insanity to talk about one murder when thousnads and thousands of humans are being killed by Haiti’s earthquake ?

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Indian Hockey needs to rise like a Phoenix

Legendary hockey player Dhyan Chand’s dominance over the game of hockey was all pervasive at the Berlin Olympics. On being told that he was an ordinary Subedar in the Indian Army, German dictator Hitler told him that had you been in the German army, I would have made you a Field Marshal. When Indian team scored some 500 goals in about 40-odd matches on their tour to Australia, the legendary batsman Sir Don Bradman famously commented, “It appears as if Indian hockey players score goals like cricket runs.” During the heydays of Indian hockey, the national team called the shots in major sporting events, annihilating opponents with utter disdain. But gradually things took a turn for the worse with the Indian team failing to keep pace with vastly improving European rivals. Those were the days that were.

And, alas, with a drop of an eyelid Indian hockey fell from grace and Cricket was catapulted to the throne of Sport King. Where and how the magical curved stick broke in the razzle dazzle of sport fairs is a moot point? A game that had a past is being kicked to a pathetic future. Did we banish this game of masses into oblivion ? Will we ever be able to resurrect the glorious past of hockey? It seems unlikely given the current state of affairs where Indian players are not even being given their salaries and required infrastructure and training.

Let us compare the fortunes of cricket and hockey players. Each cricketer makes Rs 1,60,000 / ODI and Rs 2,50,000 / Test. A hockey player earns Rs 25,000 / tournament + a small daily allowance.
As a dispassionate observer of the ever growing craze of Cricket among people few thoughts come to my mind. What exactly is there in this game that make Cricket so interesting to watch ? Why people are so crazy about it ?
Looking into retrospect, we find only few names in sport firmament of pre-independence India. Dhyan Chand in hockey and Gama in wrestling. I would be grateful if the readers could add more names other than the cricket stars like Lala Amarnath and Senior Nawab Patoudi and Co. I will give full credit to shooters, billiard, tennis, badminton players and wrestlers who have registered their presence in recent Olympics. As for as the hockey history we had even failed to qualify for the Olympic.

The only game where we are considered somewhat at par with other sporting nations is Cricket. For us we find our ideals in our cricket team. When the team wins we win and when the team losses the whole nation take it as a national catastrophe. Cricketers are our role models. The sorry state of other Indians sports such as Hockey & Football assure us that Cricket will be the only source of role models for Indians in many many years to come.

Secondly, cricket is a sport which gives the opportunity to individual players to become national hero in minutes. A batsman who hits six on the last ball of the innings and win the match for its team becomes a national hero overnight. Indians have not forgotten the last ball Six of Javed Miyandad (of Pakistan) which shattered our dreams of winning the Sharjah Cup in 1985. In Cricket just one player can change the fortune of his team. The element of unpredictability till last over pushes the adrenaline of the masses. This might be one reason as to why Cricket has such a mad following in India. In hockey last minute surprises such as a save by a goalkeeper or a winning penalty shot are rare and don’t happen regularly.

Cricket has become a commercial game and its huge popularity in India is encashed by big companies and satellite channels. It provides a unique opportunity of small breaks. After every Over for a short period of 20-40 seconds the bowling end of the pitch is changed and commercial adds find their entry. Unlike other sports like Hockey & Football which provide the opportunity of Commercial break only during the half time, a single One-Day match of cricket gives the opportunity of showing commercial advertisement more than 100 times.
To conclude, I don’t believe that there is any step motherly treatment to hockey. Its simply a phenomenon of demand and supply.

Public loves cricket. Instead of cursing their fate and fighting at every front, the players of other sports must accept this reality. Changing times and commercialism are the factors which have pushed the cricket to the top of the games. Unless they show some unique achievements that would catch the imagination and satisfy the Indian youth there is no more lollipops in other games. It is simply the taste of the public that keep the bat reining.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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King Fisher Calendar Girl 2010

There was a time when the picture with mere cleavage was a sensation. In the present day free-for-all media these kind of calanders make little appeal. Drinks relates more to asthetics and poetic values. Pictures of ‘madhushala’, ‘maikada’ ‘Jam’ and ‘saqi’ in covered and appeling dresses could have made more sense. Let me remind the readers about the beautiful diaries once published by Mohan Meakins.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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