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The masses speak

Strange is hardly the word. I see the masses not being outraged by what happened last night. Why should they be? They are high on the opium of cricket. Lalit Modi knows that there are only 15 odd cricketers in the entire world of 5 billion who can drug the Indian masses, and the masses are taking the bait hook, line and sinker. I can see why our country is the way it is today: Corruption, lawlessness, etc. because the Indian masses have been brought up to swallow anything and everything as long as it tickles their nerves of fetish, cricket in this case.

The Slap Affair

For the uninformed

You have to see it to believe it. No, I am not talking about the actual point in time when the slap happened. I am talking about the news coverage.

Here are excerpts from the reporter on live TV:
* Don't read too much into the slap, we don't know yet whether it was done in a funny or humorous way, we cant say. All we know is that Sree was howling and crying. (Yeah yeah, when someone cries or howls, there could be humor somewhere. Can you bend and squirm some more in front of Lalit Modi)!!!

* Unless Punjab appeals, nothing may happen. (It is like saying that we all know the woman got raped but unless she lodges an "official" complaint, nothing will be done).

I can go on and on but just watch the ways in the next few days how they brush this one under the carpet. There are many players in this act, but only one lord and master, someone called Lalit Modi (sound familiar)?

And pray isn't cricket supposed to be a gentleman's game and haven't they pledged to abide by some rules on conduct? When anyone wants to point out the fallacies of cricket, the most cliched defense that is always supposed to work is that "cricket is a gentleman's game". We all know now that Bhajji is no gentleman, so can you please ban him using your own convictions.

Not only that, here is a surdie slapping a Punjabi team player, wonder what the sardars of punjab are thinking of their favourite blue eyed boy who is a law unto himself now.

Whether IPL is cricket or business, the outcome of this case should tell you clear enough. Place your bets gentlemen.

Business as usual

Are you an IPL sucker? You probably are one, if you:

* Had decided which team was strong and which was weak before it started.
* Had been sucked into believing this is a success formula before it began.
* Believed that Shane Warne et al come with their face value into this form of the game.
* Don't find anything wrong with truckloads of aging players and very few below the ages of 25.
* Don't miss a beat as the media obsequiously glorified it and blacked out ICL.

There are many more, but the bottomline is that IPL is nothing but Suckerism at its best. Pause for a moment, empty your brains of any pre-conceived notions and suddenly everything around you will start making sense. For those who cant, they are still trying to figure out where the cheerleaders fit in, why does a team like Mumbai or Hyderabad lose all its matches, what is Laxman doing in the Hyderabad team, etc.

There is only one answer and here is where the truth lies. IPL is business at its best. I wonder how many businessmen can boast of a sellout product on the scale of IPL even before it was launched.

I completely understand why the IPL is turning out the way it does, but what should worry you (if nothing else) is that for the IPL to be a success, it is your emotions they need to control. Your brains that they need to program and just as they had predicted, they are able to do all that.

Anything and everything is okay, but once your brain is a slave to anyone, an autocrat is born, in this case the IPL and its bosses. I am not going to enumerate the negative fallouts but a few major ones are obviously the desecration of the sport as the masters of suckerism deem fit and a whole lot of social problems that will never get addressed. I am not going to explain my last statement but let it be understood that when the masses are drugged, the country moves at a snail's pace.

IPL is business as usual; being sold as opium to the masses.

Sucka Sucka !!

Suckerism(n): The art of herding naive gullible animals (read cattle) into believing anything, science be damned. Usually best accomplished by harnessing or misguiding the emotional volatility in animals and playing truant with their senses (or rather the lack of it).

Sucker(n): A victim of Suckerism.

Me, myself and wifey

Before I join the millions who beat me to blogging, let me introduce my world to you. I am on the early side of the 30s, a software professional aka nerdy, am married in the commonplace sense or am I... My wife is my best friend and my worst enemy, all rolled into one. Yep, you can add me to the list of wife bashers (I am sure I did not mean beaters, so don't bother to ask) but I do love "her" (I love to use pronouns as they can mean many things) and adore "her".

I have two babies, the four-legged variety. They come with a black coat of fur and their DNA was confirmed to be that of Doberman Pinscher.

Three things you would always find close by me are:
1. My Habanero Red Honda Civic MT
2. My cigarettes
3. My laptop


Three things you would find weird about me are:
1. I do not eat mangoes, pickle or paan.
2. I am not shocked at anything you say or do.
3. I do not go to cinema halls to watch movies and I rarely watch a new Hindi flick.

So, without further ado, I thee blog!!!