Nature is giving it back!

As an Indian citizen , it pains to see people having total disregard to nature.  In a city of millions like Mumbai, its a tough ask for the state government to pull up people who abuse nature or treat mother earth with total disrespect. For me personally, it is appalling to see people spitting, urinating and throwing garbage at will at public places. Public toilets are badly maintained and overcrowded. There are never enough trash cans at public places and the few that are there are overflowing with garbage. There is no proper system for garbage disposal and the city totally stinks during the monsoon.
I am scared to step out of my house during monsoon for the fear of catching some infection walking around in the overflowing sewage water. (My earlier blog post on the same topic"Moaning in the Monsoon" dated 13/07/2009 ). This week , Mumbai sea was giving it back to the city. Usually there are warnings about high tide before the monsoon. Despite the warnings, people throng to the beaches to witness the high tide. This time, high tides were fun to watch till they hit the bystanders. It showered them with all the garbage they had been throwing into the sea for years no end. When I saw the pictures in the newspaper next morning, I was literally clapping my hands and even wanted to give a pat on the back of mother nature. There is only so much one can take and I think, its time we repent our doings and face the wrath of nature. But its also scary to think what else we would be facing in the future due to nature's fury.

This is how the very famous, supposedly beautiful Marine drive looked after a high tide episode this monsoon. Hope Maharashtra tourism board add this to their places of attraction during monsoon!.

IPL, the circus or tamasha!

My interest in the gentleman's game over the years has been directly proportional to the matches in which my favourite players (read handsome players!) played. With the IPL fever at its peak during summer for the past 7 seasons, I watch the matches in patches (oh, my writing skills have improved, what with rhyming words.....watch, match and patch in the same sentence!) when my favorite team CSK (chennai Super kings....as the name suggests my hometown team) plays.
Despite hearing a lot of superlatives about watching a match live in the stadium, I have never had the opportunity or inclination to go watch one in the stadium. Five days long test matches and 50 over one day internationals were so boring and long that I was never tempted to waste my whole day watching the game live and commuting back from the stadium late night was another issue. But recently, my husband got tickets for an IPL match in which my favorite team CSK was playing against the local lions from Mumbai. After a long thought about how long we can watch the match and ideal time to return home , dinner arrangements etc, we both decided to go and watch the match live. What an experience it turned out to be!
The carnival called IPL could be experienced right from the time we alighted the train at the station that was close to the stadium. There were small time vendors who were selling the team flags, t-shirts and even team coloured wigs and they were doing brisk business. I could see lot of young girls and guys busy munching and drinking whatever they could before entering the stadium because carrying your own food or even water bottles were banned inside the stadium.
Once inside the stadium, I was behaving like a kid lost in a village mela. the stadium was jam packed, loud speakers were blaring the latest bollywood music, cheer girls were dancing with a pasted smile and media men were busy setting up their screens and cameras. There was too much going on at the same time to observe everything. In fact amidst all the noise I even failed to notice that the match had started and the deafening noise after each boundary or six that was hit or a wicket that fell made me feel dizzy. Sultry , sweaty atmosphere with no water to quench the summer thirst made me feel nauseated and even the fact that CSK was playing well didn't cheer me up. I just wanted to get back home away from the noisy and stuffy stadium.
Hubby dearest who was enjoying every bit of the match (in other words, the small jigs from the cheer girls!) had to grudgingly come out of the stadium half way through the match because of me. The breath of fresh air and the sea breeze outside was in stark contrast to what I experienced inside.

I am sure no amount of cajoling or temptation in the future is going to drive me to watch a match in the stadium. I would rather watch it in my comfortable cool living room with loads of goodies at hand and enjoy the TV commentaries than the loud bollywood music or artificially enthusiastic jigs of cheer girls!