I am happy to vlog about my role model. I want to thank a few people from the bottom of my heart who are the sole reason for creating this video: Baboo, Tina, Priya, Arun, Praveen, Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, and my wife. I may or may not win in this contest, but to me…actually to all my family members, he is the true inspiration!
a. I went to office at 6:00 AM IST on all match days just to make sure I leave office at 3:00 PM IST so that I could watch IPL.
b. The height of IPLism is that I took half-day leave on alternate days just to watch IPL and write about it in a contest hosted in my office.
c. Best of all is I missed to fill my appraisal in time and the outcome is I did not get my salary hike that year.
d. I skipped dinner, ignored Whatsapp beeps and Facebook notifications, simply to watch IPL.
e. Went to Food Court in Total Mall, Madiwala, Bangalore, bought a Channa Batura and ate it for three hours, so that I could watch IPL because there was no current in my place.
f. I do not want the miss the fun of watching the finals at Chennai with my friends. Hence, I travelled all the way to Chennai from London (ignoring the gyan’s of my family members) just to watch IPL
g. I would not say my best, but I missed my cousin wedding just to watch IPL finals in the stadium at Chennai.
h. Signed a treaty called “Movie Time” with my wife, which means I have to take her to new movies on all Saturdays so that she will allow me to watch IPL. You know what, this is the best treaty I have signed so far in the past one and half a year.
i. I installed the media box app in my office laptop just to watch IPL online 🙂
j. Last but the not least, installing starsports app in my mobile and living in it 24 x 7 (have signed many treaties for this with my wife)
Writing from life is so much fun! Thanks to BlogAdda and Starsports.com for giving an opportunity to write on this topic. Do read my other post for this activity. The below video is a dedication to IPL and www.starsports.com
In such a sport, the invention of 20-20 cricket gave life a new dimension of happiness and with Indian Premier League (IPL), we saw a new era of cricket raising high, combined with music, cultural performances, world talents became local, glamour and beauty, gave us a complete entertainment package.
I started watching IPL 2008 as a Sachin’s fan, but slowly I became a mad fan of IPL. I started watching all the matches irrespective of the country and time zone I lived in (London (UK) & Hamburg (Germany)) and with Sachin in his peak form in IPL 2010, and YouTube broadcasting IPL live, it was a treat to watch Mumbai Indians matches and other matches. I remember going to office at 6:00 AM IST in the morning just to make sure I leave the office at 3:00 PM IST so that I could watch IPL peacefully, but after much anticipation and expectation, IPL 2010 season ended on a sad note.
The IPL maniac did not stop with watching matches in 2011 instead it continued in various ways, as I wrote previews and reviews in a contest hosted by my office and won prizes in them. The height of IPLism is I took half a day leave on alternate days just to watch IPL and write about it. It doesn’t stop with that, I skipped food at night, ignored Whatsapp beeps and Facebook notifications, and the best of all is I missed to fill my appraisal in time. In short, I lived in my world, in which Sachin’s 100 was celebrated much more than getting a 20% hike in salary, and Chennai’s consecutive title win solaced my scar left by Mumbai Indians loss against RCB.
What an opening we had in 2012! Be it Prabhu Deva’s magical dance or Priyanka Chopra’s graceful movements, I enjoyed watching them. Best of all, I cannot forget how my friends teased me on phone after watching the stars live in Chennai, and I missed all the fun, and sat miserably, at the other corner of the world (London). I do not want the miss the fun of watching the finals at Chennai with my friends. Hence, I travelled all the way to Chennai (ignoring the gyan’s of my family members) just to watch Chennai defeating Mumbai Indians before losing to Kolkata Night Riders.
2013 was altogether a different experience! Newly married…historic serials and IPL, two different worlds, but somehow convinced my wife to watch IPL. Convinced? No, we signed a treaty called “Movie Time”, which means I have to take her to new movies on all Saturdays and it worked out well for us. We spent more time together, knowing each other madness. IPL was more exciting which was complimented well by my wife’s exclusive preparations “Pakora (Pakoda)”, “Bhaji” and “Karams”. And after a five years wait, Mumbai Indians lifted the maiden IPL cup and the God of Cricket, my Sachin, retired from IPL – Happiest and saddest day of my life!
Moving to Germany alone, re-joining my family after a four month’s gap, then getting published and after missing Project deadlines, I am back to IPL. This time, without my favourite icon, “Sachin”, but with my favourite Sports Channel “Star Sports” website: www.starsports.com #KANNAKEEPCALM AND WATCH PEPSI IPL ON STARSPORTS.COM Right from the fastest scoreboard ever seen to Kanna Keep Calm Moments, Zip Clips to Infografix, Stories to Polls, and not to forget the Mystery Box, everything makes my life wonderful.
Caution: Issued in Public Interest: Do not blink your eyes; you might miss the latest update!
Each ball bowled, each run scored, each second makes a huge difference, with Star Sports instant updates one might miss to breathe but not the latest score.
This is one feature which amazes me. Faster text commentary along with Video Scoreboard, what a Combo Sirji!
Watch the match live on your favourite website, but with a little time “5 Minutes” delay 🙂
You can always watch all the actions (either missed or the one you like to watch again) using action recap feature which updates every four hours.
KANNA KEEP CALM MOMENTS:
Caution: Issued in Public Interest: Your favourite player’s lost the stumps or did he hit the stump from long off? You can shed tears of joy or sadly.
#KannaKeepCalm Moments and Award is a must to watch!
Caution: Issued in Public Interest: Do not forget to breathe!
Watch the key moments of the match, in case if you missed the match. Be it Maxwell’s stunning performance at the crease or Ashwin’s nightmare over, Rohit’s caption knock or Dhoni’s sixes, watch them all.
Caution: Issued in Public Interest: This is not what you see in your BOSS’s presentation!
Bored of age-old presentations and graphs? Here is a quick visual treat for you. Even if you hate the subject statistics, you’d love to watch these brilliant graphs, doodles and sketches that are part of Infografix.
STORIES: Love to read? Here is a special treat for you then!
POLLS: We fancy polls. Aren’t we?
SCHEDULE: Done for the day? Watch the schedule so that you can stay prepared 🙂
MYSTERY BOX: I will leave this as mystery for you. Visit www.starsports.com and watch now.
IPL is not just a game, it’s a celebration! Join the celebration now!
Heartbroken. Fuming in Anger. Hopeless. Sitting by the window pane I stared at the book kept on the table placed next to the dressing table that houses a wide variety of cosmetics. The most colourful cheerful room appeared dull, the pleasant smelling air freshener smelled smelly, the beautiful smiling rose petals fell along with my smile.
Maybe, just maybe, my name is not lucky enough to be printed there, I thought. I stared out the window; even the clouds started to shed tears along with me.
O God please let me rest in peace, I said to myself. I couldn’t control my anger. I logged into Facebook again to check the Likes and Comments that poured in for the status.
Close to 3000 Likes and 120 Comments in 5 Minutes, I shouted loudly, as if the God is going to hear me. It failed to reduce my anger. I read a couple of comments which was posted by my besties, just like the pouring rain tears flooded my eyes. I threw the phone crying like an eight-year-old for an opportunity to ride the bicycle for the first time. I might fall; I knew that but not even in my wildest of dreams I wished to be robbed by an experienced celebrated person. All the lights went off. Shit! Power cut again, I screamed like a banshee.
I stared at the book again; the title was trimmed down by two words, the name printed under the title is a famous name but that cannot allow The Author to own my book and The Author don’t deserve any accolades. I fumed in anger. My friend brought a candle inside the room. I wiped off my tears and thanked my friend.
“Page by page, paragraph by paragraph, line by line, word by word, is copied from your manuscript. I think you should write to the publisher.”
I lifted my head and looked into my friend eyes. “I did send an email after reading the sample chapter.”
“Did you get a response?”
“No response so far. I feel dejected cheated thrashed and thrown away on the road.”
“Why don’t you write about this on Facebook?”
“Nobody will believe my words. Nobody will support me. Moreover The Author is a famous writer and most importantly a good looking writer too!”
“You should appeal to your friends in Blogosphere. I am sure they will come to help!”
“I know that…but do you think writing in couple of blogs would help us? Don’t forget that we live in India. Here news is a sensation for a day or two, after which they are either forgotten or ignored.”
“I do not understand your point. I want you to raise your voice against this.”
“And then you can get that book published under your name.”
“Do you think that will happen? The Author has a huge support and can block me from entering into this world or The Author can also ask to? ” I thought before saying that uncultured word.
“Will you allow that to happen?”
“I won’t. I will not raise my voice either. I am a creator. I can create magic with my pen no matter how many times I lose. But that doesn’t mean I will allow people to take advantage of me.” I paused for a minute, looked into my friend’s eyes, “I will self-publish my books.”
My friend smiled and it boosted my confidence. I know crying will not help and I am not going to cry anymore. I will surely grow in this field and when it happens, I will not let this crime happen to any debutant. I will make them aware of content patent rights and will make them to copyright the content before submitting the manuscript. I will change the way publishing industry works. I will because…no one should undergo the pain I had to. And no one should ask why every debutant has to undergo such sinful things in this literature world. Every day one or the other finds their book being printed under someone else name. Why? Why me?
“Do you think it will happen?”
The Page Will Turn. And that’s my way of tasting revenge. My lips curved after almost three hours.
*Dedicated to one of my blogger friends who is facing the same situation as written in the post.