And here I am..
The blog title is indicative enough of what this post symbolizes. I haven’t been blogging much of late and the more I think about it, the more I feel it has got to do with a certain state of mental isolation. Blogging has become old fashioned. Or so I hear from certain enthusiastic bloggers of the past. At least the kind of personal blogging that this blog of mine is meant to be. Opinion Editors & other more commercially popular reviewers are continuing to blog because they are driven by a totally different kind of motivation. For simple bloggers like me, Twitter and Facebook seem to have given a space where (mostly Twitter) we get to express our feelings instantaneously on issues that perturb or affect us. It is almost as if you have an opportunity to let the steam blow off you already (using Twitter) and hence there is not much left in you when you have to sit & think about what to blog. Thus, blogging has really become a matter of principled approach to enhancing one’s writing or literary skills. In a different era (like 3 years ago), I would have absolutely not highlighted that aspect of being principled while blogging, to enhance one’s writing skills as some sort of an unattainable task, because that was one my goals – to have something published. Today, although that goal still sparks a dream every now and then & won’t go away that easily, on a confessional tone, I have to admit that the alternate world of creative & career possibilities have brought in some complacency.
So, what was I saying? Yeah, the blog title. Dusting the rust off..I am dusting the rust of my blog through this post, with very little promise that the shine is here to stay.
In so many ways, this blog title is also about the sport I love the most. I hope that the rust that has formed over the that sport is just a flawed red paint and can be cleaned. If it is indeed some rust, then like many naive admirers of the game, I will continue to see the shine through the rust, while hoping that the rust is dusted off soon.
Indian Cricket, in all its might and splendor may continue to march on, notwithstanding the many blows it is taking.
The kind of emotions that when an Azharuddin or Ajay Jadeja getting caught in bookie rackets brought, was nothing compared to what, I, as a true lover of Indian Cricket is going through right now. In fact, with the current uncovering of IPL spot fixing, et al., I don’t even want to read about whose name is going to be stained next by which city Police and what kind of competitive expose spree that the Mumbai & Delhi police have decided to jump into, because it feels like I am being hit under my belly after I am already down & have given up.
One thing is certain. There is hoards of money in the sport right now, especially in IPL and it is only natural that any hoarded money invites peril.
The saddest part of what is going on right now is not even how deep in the system the bookies have managed to reach and stain the sport with their excretory matter, but it is the glaring spectacle of how political this all ends up being at the end of the day.
While the hungry mafias, both inside and outside of BCCI relished every penny that got dumped at them through the arses of BCCI when the centers of BCCI power juggled between Kolkata, Mumbai and Delhi, they don’t seem to have a ‘stomach’ for a Southern twist. Wonder why! Does the money ‘smell’ or ‘taste’ different now than before? Or are they worried that they are not getting dumped enough?
Like with every obstacle the sport has seen, this too shall pass from our memories.
Because I am certain that someone will apply a shiny coat of glitter soon, even if they can’t dust all the rust off.