“We were booed by the Indian supporters when we walked in to the ground .It was very shocking to be hard done at in your own country” Said Paul Collingwood crossly during his victory speech after prevailing over India in the 20-20 world cup match.
This has come very close to the heels of the highly controversial statement of Nick Griffin, head of right wing British Nationalist Party. “There is no more space for any one in England, be it green, brown or yellow “stated griffin impertinently.
Whereas Griffin’s misguided and short of sanity comments were clobbered hard from political commentators across the world, Collingwood’s poignancy failed to make much of the score.
It is really agonizing to be booed in your country by the crowds supporting the opponent side. It is all the more heartrending when it is done by the diaspora living off the political, social and economic resources of the host nation.
The excitement and overcharged emotions of Indians living in England watching their home country play in a crucial match is understandable.
But the pouring forth of the overflowing patriotic sentiments in the cricket ground by hooting against the host team is incredibly antagonizing act that smacks of the insensitivity and ungratefulness of our much-loved NRI’s
Not only this kind of acts provide fodder to the Xenophobic hidebounds like Griffin for their propaganda against the emigrants but also sows the seeds of misgivings among the liberals who have embraced the people of foreign origins respecting their original ethnic identities. What else could justify the maiden victories of extremist British National Parties in the European parliament seats?
One owes some respect for the land they have made their home especially as a choice which should get manifested in these moments of truths.
I reiterate that there is no wrong with supporting your native land over your emigrated country but a certain sense of restrain in the frenzy must be exercised. Infact, it requires a serious introspection if this control is enforced out of fear or ingratiation and not as a natural outcome of appreciation
For those who have not been able to harbor and imbibe that respect must understand that the green cards and permanent residencies they yearn for and proudly wear on their sleeves to make some material karmas, do merit some responsibility and dharma.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Confessions of a compulsive blogger
Most of the times, I have so much to write and profess about. There is a young rebellion like enthusiasm in my grey cells to mould my thoughts in the shape of words. They seem to take the sadistic pleasure out of the pangs of repentance that occur to the readers of my blogs.
However, for the last couple of weeks, this strong force of mine has not been performing up to its regular standards. Their defense mechanism had been unable to ward off multiple bees in my bonnets. Their seemed to have been a big crater in my stimulus shelter. I am not being able to sift the useful, feasible thoughts from the chaff of random ramblings. Every time I would start writing on something, the thoughts would go astray to other universe not being able to pin down a singular idea.
I was wondering, if I had gone intellectually bankrupt. Whereas everybody was blogging about elections, IPL (Both original and fake) etc, I could not find anything under the sun to write on, to share my point of view on. Were my grey cells failing like American investment banks or they had stirred up to the good karma and decided not to abet me in torturing of readers.
However, like it’s difficult to keep the sportsman off the field, it’s difficult to keep me off the word pad. I pulled up last few of the friendly grey cells and approached the keyboard.
Although my fingers are working faster than my brain, I am determined to write, determined to leave the indelible mark of my thoughts (how much ever useless they may be) . In the absence of anything else, I feel like sharing my pains of not having updated my blog for last one month and today being the beginning of another one, I pledge to embarrass the writing board unabatedly. I will be unfazed by the barbs, anger of the unlucky ones who may stumble upon my blog.
This post is an attempt to mark the end of the month long famine of posts and also indicate the quality of stuff to come in the future.
Trust me I don’t have any malice intent towards anyone but I am logically challenged and addictive to writing deadly stuff (almost literally). Almost every post of mine is preluded by sincere prays to the almighty hoping that in case you encounter the link through a chain of forwarded mail, on my various status bars, recommendation (chances of which are slightly less than once in a million) or by any other such accident , you just don’t click on it . I hope that mail carrying mentally paralyzing virus lands in spam (If you belong to the minority who have not yet categorized my mails as spam) or your internet connection fails the moment your risk taking instincts take you closer to that lethal link.. And if my good wishes go in vain, I pray for your faster recovery..
However, for the last couple of weeks, this strong force of mine has not been performing up to its regular standards. Their defense mechanism had been unable to ward off multiple bees in my bonnets. Their seemed to have been a big crater in my stimulus shelter. I am not being able to sift the useful, feasible thoughts from the chaff of random ramblings. Every time I would start writing on something, the thoughts would go astray to other universe not being able to pin down a singular idea.
I was wondering, if I had gone intellectually bankrupt. Whereas everybody was blogging about elections, IPL (Both original and fake) etc, I could not find anything under the sun to write on, to share my point of view on. Were my grey cells failing like American investment banks or they had stirred up to the good karma and decided not to abet me in torturing of readers.
However, like it’s difficult to keep the sportsman off the field, it’s difficult to keep me off the word pad. I pulled up last few of the friendly grey cells and approached the keyboard.
Although my fingers are working faster than my brain, I am determined to write, determined to leave the indelible mark of my thoughts (how much ever useless they may be) . In the absence of anything else, I feel like sharing my pains of not having updated my blog for last one month and today being the beginning of another one, I pledge to embarrass the writing board unabatedly. I will be unfazed by the barbs, anger of the unlucky ones who may stumble upon my blog.
This post is an attempt to mark the end of the month long famine of posts and also indicate the quality of stuff to come in the future.
Trust me I don’t have any malice intent towards anyone but I am logically challenged and addictive to writing deadly stuff (almost literally). Almost every post of mine is preluded by sincere prays to the almighty hoping that in case you encounter the link through a chain of forwarded mail, on my various status bars, recommendation (chances of which are slightly less than once in a million) or by any other such accident , you just don’t click on it . I hope that mail carrying mentally paralyzing virus lands in spam (If you belong to the minority who have not yet categorized my mails as spam) or your internet connection fails the moment your risk taking instincts take you closer to that lethal link.. And if my good wishes go in vain, I pray for your faster recovery..
Most of the times, I have so much to write and profess about. There is a young rebellion like enthusiasm in my grey cells to mould my thoughts in the shape of words. They seem to take the sadistic pleasure out of the pangs of repentance that occur to the readers of my blogs.
However, for the last couple of weeks, this strong force of mine has not been performing up to its regular standards. At first their seems to be lack of team work as it has been unable to ward off multiple bees in my bonnets. There seemed to have been a big crater in my stimulus shelter. I am not being able to filter the sift of the useful, feasible thoughts from the chaff of random ramblings. Every time I would start writing on something, the thoughts would go astray to other universe not being able to pin down a singular idea.
I was wondering, if I had gone intellectually bankrupt. Where everybody was blogging about elections, IPL (Both original and fake) etc, I could not find anything under the sun to write on, to share my point of view on. Were my grey cells failing like American investment banks or they had stirred up to the good karma and decided not to abet me in torturing of readers.
However, like it’s difficult to keep the sportsman off the field, it’s difficult to keep me off the word pad. I pulled up last few of the friendly grey cells and approached the keyboard.
Although my fingers are working faster than my brain, I am determined to write, determined to leave the indelible mark of my thoughts (however useless they may be) . In the absence of anything else, I feel like sharing my pains of not having updated my blog for last one month and today being the beginning of another one, I pledge to embarrass the writing board further. I will be unfazed by the barbs, anger of the unlucky ones who may stumble upon my blog.
This post is an attempt to mark the end of the month long famine of posts and also indicate the quality of stuff to come in the future. In case you encounter the link to my post through a chain of forwarded mail, on my various status bars, recommendation (chances of which are slightly less than once in a million) or by any other such accident , I wish you best of luck . I hope that mail carrying mentally paralyzing virus lands in spam (If you belong to the minority who have not yet categorized my mails as spam) or your internet connection fails the moment your
However, for the last couple of weeks, this strong force of mine has not been performing up to its regular standards. At first their seems to be lack of team work as it has been unable to ward off multiple bees in my bonnets. There seemed to have been a big crater in my stimulus shelter. I am not being able to filter the sift of the useful, feasible thoughts from the chaff of random ramblings. Every time I would start writing on something, the thoughts would go astray to other universe not being able to pin down a singular idea.
I was wondering, if I had gone intellectually bankrupt. Where everybody was blogging about elections, IPL (Both original and fake) etc, I could not find anything under the sun to write on, to share my point of view on. Were my grey cells failing like American investment banks or they had stirred up to the good karma and decided not to abet me in torturing of readers.
However, like it’s difficult to keep the sportsman off the field, it’s difficult to keep me off the word pad. I pulled up last few of the friendly grey cells and approached the keyboard.
Although my fingers are working faster than my brain, I am determined to write, determined to leave the indelible mark of my thoughts (however useless they may be) . In the absence of anything else, I feel like sharing my pains of not having updated my blog for last one month and today being the beginning of another one, I pledge to embarrass the writing board further. I will be unfazed by the barbs, anger of the unlucky ones who may stumble upon my blog.
This post is an attempt to mark the end of the month long famine of posts and also indicate the quality of stuff to come in the future. In case you encounter the link to my post through a chain of forwarded mail, on my various status bars, recommendation (chances of which are slightly less than once in a million) or by any other such accident , I wish you best of luck . I hope that mail carrying mentally paralyzing virus lands in spam (If you belong to the minority who have not yet categorized my mails as spam) or your internet connection fails the moment your
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