Well, it was the IPL Award Ceremony at the Grand Hyatt Mumbai. All teams were lodged there, members donning blue IPL T Shirts or the usual Black Suits. Of course, one or two old fashioned members were in Tuxedos as well.
Willy – nilly, I have to admit, players ought to be judged by their play and not their demeanor in arenas which are not of the sport they practice. I say this because off those arenas, most of them are awkward, their expression lacks refinement, they strut around with a swagger that reeks of arrogance from shallow understanding of life and of course, there is often a conspicuous lack of humility; the money that they earn and multiply, oozes out from all quarters, the girls - most of who are mesmerized by the flashy lifestyle, the glitz and glamour of these players and places that they go, and some who just find the sweat and testosterone just too irresistible - keep throwing themselves on these players and keep the attention of audiences and onlookers alike riveted by their juvenile and jaunty behavior. Also, most of these consorts are from middle class background. Their socialite bravado and sometimes saucy looks launch them in these circles. Their tryst with glamour and glitz is post adolescence. Following the trend, they all have to adhere to western couture. The awkwardness and discomfort of carriage is evident. But they must wear gowns. All of them without exception. Thats ordained by the high priests of couture.
I was also surprised to see the now much controversial Lalit Modi apparently acting pretty much in control of the situation even on the eve of his dismissal, beckoning and back slapping players as though the findings that flambéed the fortnight that was, were nothing beyond the the supposedly dead - pan revelations of an arm chair media, not meriting anything more than a cynical sneer from a typically American fall guy, and to be buried out of the peoples memory after a quotidian enquiry.
Well, in this melee the man who stood out, showed grace and also a twinkle of intelligence in his eyes was the diminutive Sunil Gavaskar. In the midst of the big bodied players, our little master though dwarfed, stood out. He had both appeal and aplomb which seem to be growing with the years that he is adding to his age.
One phenomenon which intrigues me no end is the fad of being flanked by burly black bedecked men, who apparently are paid to protect the VIP - the people they lunge around. Why should able bodied players carry protection. I think more than need, it is a matter of trend and fashion. It is a statement of having arrived in life. These guards are mostly a nuisance for people at large, and ironically enough, land up roughing up the very people who build this semblance of stardom about their protectee.
Willy – nilly, I have to admit, players ought to be judged by their play and not their demeanor in arenas which are not of the sport they practice. I say this because off those arenas, most of them are awkward, their expression lacks refinement, they strut around with a swagger that reeks of arrogance from shallow understanding of life and of course, there is often a conspicuous lack of humility; the money that they earn and multiply, oozes out from all quarters, the girls - most of who are mesmerized by the flashy lifestyle, the glitz and glamour of these players and places that they go, and some who just find the sweat and testosterone just too irresistible - keep throwing themselves on these players and keep the attention of audiences and onlookers alike riveted by their juvenile and jaunty behavior. Also, most of these consorts are from middle class background. Their socialite bravado and sometimes saucy looks launch them in these circles. Their tryst with glamour and glitz is post adolescence. Following the trend, they all have to adhere to western couture. The awkwardness and discomfort of carriage is evident. But they must wear gowns. All of them without exception. Thats ordained by the high priests of couture.
I was also surprised to see the now much controversial Lalit Modi apparently acting pretty much in control of the situation even on the eve of his dismissal, beckoning and back slapping players as though the findings that flambéed the fortnight that was, were nothing beyond the the supposedly dead - pan revelations of an arm chair media, not meriting anything more than a cynical sneer from a typically American fall guy, and to be buried out of the peoples memory after a quotidian enquiry.
Well, in this melee the man who stood out, showed grace and also a twinkle of intelligence in his eyes was the diminutive Sunil Gavaskar. In the midst of the big bodied players, our little master though dwarfed, stood out. He had both appeal and aplomb which seem to be growing with the years that he is adding to his age.
One phenomenon which intrigues me no end is the fad of being flanked by burly black bedecked men, who apparently are paid to protect the VIP - the people they lunge around. Why should able bodied players carry protection. I think more than need, it is a matter of trend and fashion. It is a statement of having arrived in life. These guards are mostly a nuisance for people at large, and ironically enough, land up roughing up the very people who build this semblance of stardom about their protectee.
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