Eat a lot of chocolates

The Pro kabaddi league is off to a great start. I happen to be in the middle of the entire drama as one of the teams is owned by Uday Kotak in a personal capacity. Like always I love being exposed to a variety of experiences and being involved in a sports team is definitely amongst the most interesting experiences of a lifetime.

The first thing was naming the team, then some designs and some posters… I have blogged about being involved in the making of the song and video… here is the final video

Man it was amazing fun!

The matches have started well in earnest. But I see quite a few issues that need to be ironed out. At the start itself I had told the team to focus on diet and nutrition along with training as a core requirement. Budget constraints pushed it out of the reckoning. I had my chance again when we lost two close opening matches. I saw what the team was having. They were having energy drinks and protein drinks at no predefined intervals. No plan no thinking only drinking. This made no sense to me. Thanks to Jispa and her sport I am aware of a few things. You need carbs before the matches and you need protein after to recover. Simple basics and you have to be hydrated with electrolytes and not with high sugar energy drinks. Sugar is a killer. And where the F are the bananas in the entire picture? The team was without any such food. Hence I got the ear of a senior guy and I directly rammed it in. This team is eating all wrong. They are getting wrong nutrition and wrong training.

I see being a team owner as a kind of responsibility. A responsibility to all the players that you have bought for your team. They need to be taken care of. Especially in kabaddi when the players are from the hinterland and are not really well off or are not really exposed to the scientific training mindset. These guys are players whom we need to groom and prepare for the long run. They will go back to their teams and they have to tell everyone and spread the word what they have learnt. So now thanks to Jispa I could push my point across and thanks to that we have got a budget sanctioned for a trainer and a masseur for the kabaddi team.

Then I remember the experience I had with the cricket team and then the interaction I had with Anil Kumble once and how he spoke about enjoying practice and I found that a big thing. Even Tendulkar and Dravid can get bored doing the same net practice every day. That’s right. You may be the best in the world but you can still be bored at doing the same thing every day. The idea is to have fun and do a wide variety of things that can get you to be the best at what you are. Its fun and a challenge.

The point being that life is a collection of experiences. You build on what you experience. On what you learn from anywhere. I never knew that Jispa’s swimming and an event with Anil Kumble along with my cricket playing would help me help a Kabaddi team and then who knows where this experience will take me. I am reminded of the movie Forrest Gump and eth famous dialogue of life being like a box of chocolates. Here look at this scene… its lovely and extremely philosophical.

Life is like a box of chocolates. Only thing is that you have learn from every chocolate you eat!

here.. one more bonus video!

keep running

Oh god. Now at school they want Jispa to come to school early at 7 am for taekwondo practice twice a day. Oh man o man. Now this means leaving home at 6.30am on Tuesdays and Thursdays for school, in addition to the leaving home at 5.30am for swimming practice on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Jasmine and I did not know how to react to this news. Is this a good thing or a bad thing, from two perspectives?
First perspective – Jispa. The poor thing has a packed schedule. There is regular swimming and taekwondo, and one orphaned guitar class a week. Now in such a packed schedule, she has to manage her homework, extra time pass reading, playing with friends, studies during reviews and what not. In addition to this we are wondering on the physical burden on the child. We try and ensure she gets her adequate sleep, even if it requires us to scold her and switch off the lights when she wants to read. The second thing is that how do we give her adequate nutrition? Jasmine had spoken to a nutrition expert through a common friend. Her advice was that till the child reached adolescence, there is more harm than good if one tries to regulate nutrition through planning. Eat well, eat all you want, ensure balance. This is both great and worrying honest advice. This puts the pressure of nutrition squarely on parents. So now we keep thinking of what is enough or not. Add to this the fact that Jispa is developing an awesome abdomen. She had some serious ab muscles. These won’t let her tummy expand. So she will feel full in smaller meals that she would need from time to time. Then comes school, which is not exactly designed for small meals. They have fixed breaks with long intervals in between. How does Jasmine give her adequate food to last her through the long periods when her tummy is small to store much? At least that is the dilemma we believe exits. I think pretty soon I might have to chat with the school and get some special permission to eat every two hours. A small bite, a mini meal or so. And then the problem of cooking something a nine year old would want to eat. Jasmine goes mad trying to cook stuff. Jasmine is not exactly a blessed cook. She is quite adequate to the job but she is a bit bored cook. Asking her to challenge herself to cook something interesting everyday is a bit of a non starter. Compounding the issue is Jispa deciding at random not to eat her school snack completely. Shit. That just gets everything in a mess. So this time when the taekwondo call came in Jasmine was wondering, how are we going to feed her before the class and what do we give her to eat after the class. Mar gaye re… AND THE BIGGEST ISSUE – Jispa takes forever to eat. She is easily the most bored, lost and sleepy eater in the world. She can eat one bite and then take forever to put the next one in. she can put one bite in the mouth and then hold it in her mouth without chewing it for minutes on end. It drives us wild. Especially when you have to beat the clock in the morning. JISPA CHEW is the most popular word in our house. We have to keep reminding her, scolding her, shouting, everything. She sits with one knee raised to her chin and then rests her hand on it and then it’s waiting for Godot. I went hard after the knee bit. No knee on top. Not that I have a problem with it, but it puts her in a position where she just sits and dreams away. she can take 45 minutes for breakfast. We can’t wake her any early; we can go to school any later. This is a killer. Its kills us as parents. We feel like mean bloody driven parents.
I being the father took the complete cop out. This was more than what my brains could effectively handle. So I suggested the simple route – Complan - a milk drink in the morning which claims to have all the bloody nutrients you could think of. It’s like a vitamin cocktail. Jasmine and I never wanted to give Jispa these cocktails. We were of the belief that as long as you eat right you don’t need any artificial supplements. But given the pressures of time and the added responsibility of a square meal, we are left with no option but to give her a glass of complan in the morning. She likes the taste and drinks it one shot. We don’t need to scold her and she is off, ready to pack a mean punch.

Here she is, having a glass of Complan in the morning.
Now Jasmine has to pack something really tasty and pack it for a small fast meal after taekwondo and before school starts. I listed down all the possible stuff she can make. All the tasty fatty stuff, basically I write all the permutation and combinations you could have with potatoes, cheese, butter and paneer. Sometimes you toss them, sometimes you shallow fry them, you pack them, you sandwich them – whatever. Just pass them on.
So now you realize why we did not find great joy on hearing that she was selected for morning Taekwondo. The second perspective is that we are being severely stretched as parents. We got sucked into this mess in spite of not being driven parents. We said no classes for Jispa. Only swimming, which is a good thing? She started performing and moving up and more importantly enjoying her swimming. We had no option but to follow suit. Then this school. We are sucked into a vortex which makes us run around, freely her, revolve our lives around her extra circulars. Waking up early with her is taking a toll on us. How much can we do without breaking? Especially when we get no special thrill in seeing her medals.
All we can do is hope that this will make her a fitter person, a better person and hopefully this is a well-rounded childhood, and most importantly – we keep asking her – you sure you enjoy this, nah? Are you dead sure? You are not doing all this for us – please do only what you can do. The only thing we ensure she does is home work. Rest all is optional.

the heat was on

In the evening on Friday, Jasmine and I were making plans for the Saturday. Later at the party which we finally went for, I got a call from the company cricket captain. We have a match tomorrow and we need you. Great. A quick permission from my wife and I am on. I told my wife that this will be a full day match unlike the twenty over ones we normally play for half a day. This was the real thing 35 overs a side. My looked at me with.. with a look that said – you are crazy. I love these long matches. Nowadays the only reason I get called to matches is when we don’t have enough players to complete the eleven. My calling card, good safe fielder, can swing it in the end if the match is tight and can bat out long hours in long matches if the team is out early; and no faltu attitude. That’s it. My entire reason for loving the long matches is also pretty simple. I will definitely get batting. The team is invariably inside in about 25 overs. That’s when I walk in with around two three wickets to go and tons of overs to play for. Last year this was 45 over match, which I got to bat for 20 overs.
The only issue with these matches is that this is the RBI shield which is conducted in the most oppressive month in Mumbai. May. The temperature is generally in excess of 35 degrees and the humidity is easily greater than 75%. The sun shines down hard and there very little cloud cover. It’s really really oppressive.
Immediately as I cut the phone I told jasmine, “its time to start drinking water”. The ritual is clear. I start drinking water from the evening before. The wake up next day. Have my shredded wheat with fruit and milk. That is the best bet and has worked so far. Then have some more water. Then some fruit on the drive to the ground. Then some more water. Then some stretching, some knocks, come catching, then lots more water. And then some more water. Then on to the field. A last swig of the bottle before you go. Try and get in some sugar and salt in the water. This time I mixed salt with the tang in my bottle. Then drink at every opportunity.
I was fielding in the deep this time. The best part about Mumbai cricket is that the density of matches is very high. Sure you risk getting hit by a ball from another match, but the flip side is that there is always some action always going on. Every second there is a ball being bowled. Where I was fielding I was following two matches in addition to my own. I also took a few swigs of water from the other match drinks break. No one says no for a water sip. Everyone will be asking each other, ‘which match are you playing’. Its good fun. It makes fielding in the deep a lot more interesting. There is enough variety and intensity going around.
And it surely helps on a really hot day. From the ground at cross maidan, where we were playing, I absolutely love the sight of Rajabhai towers. I keep looking at that to know the time. The drinks break come every one hour. I know how much I need to go before I get another drink. Also this time around I practised some breathing along with stretches on the ground. Normally we merely stretch but thanks to yoga, I learnt how to breathe while stretching. That really helps improving concentration and stability. In one of the drinks break I reckoned that I was far off enough from the umpire, enough to flick one bottle and keep it in my pocket during the last one hour. The Mumbai umpires can get notoriously finicky. Some are sweet and some irritating. Some won’t allow spikes on the pitch; some disallow leg byes saying no shot offered, some give leg befores just because you were rude. Anything goes. Once one umpire held up the game and asked me to tuck my t shirt in my tracks. Really. They can go too far at times. You have to ask permission to pee during the drinks break. The dam urinals aren’t there and the pee point is the periphery of the ground. You just need a wall and you can let go. It always two steps away from your deep fielding position in any case. But you still have to ask. So I wasn’t taking chances. I knew he won’t allow the bottle on the field so I hid the bottle and kept taking swigs from it.
The heat started rising. The ground gets hot. You are out standing for more than two hours now. The heat starts emanating from the ground as well. You can pour water on your head and t shirt and that too won’t really help. You just hope to sweat enough to keep the body cool. Wind is never a big factor at these grounds. A few gusts here and there.
At the end of the first innings (we fielded) we gathered together. I was a little slow into the huddle. I got in as the captain was screaming. He was pissed at the fielding and the fitness. I knew its got nothing to do with me. I had a 100% track record this match. A lot of balls came to my side which I managed well and saved quite a few runs. He was talking about some of the younger guys. Some of whom complained of nausea. Hahahha. The last batsman after the innings was sitting in the middle of the ground and trying to puke out. There was nothing come out of his mouth. He obviously had an empty stomach and his body was retching air. I gleefully ran into the huddle with my spirits high. The water drinking binge was an old secret. That’s the only way to go.
My team was collapsing under the heat. I offered to get the lunch for them. You relax, I am fir enough. Some of the younger guys were in complete awe. Jasmine called to figure how I was faring. I was gleefully happy ‘I have won. I am the oldest but I have the highest energy left on the field’.
But this only the first instalment. The second started when it was our turn to bat. Now it was one o clock. The sun was even more oppressive. I was roaming around in my shorts trying to remain cool. The breeze dropped, the heat rose and the place was a furnace. Sure enough at around the 25th over I got sent in to bat. The match was lost. We needed too many runs and had no wickets in hand. The instructions to me were clear. Make the other team field for the full 35 overs. We will not be all out. Soon my head was throbbing. The electral solution I had some time back was trying to make its way out. Every ball required me to bring my concentration to the ball and play it. there was no way in hell I was going to get out.
The wicket keeper was crying out ‘reham, reham’ which basically meant, g
Have some pity on us and get out. Haha. That merely spurred me on. Some sledging followed. That was even more fun. Then we ran a few hard runs, just to irritate the fielding team. This was to make them run harder for the ball. A soft fielding approach meant one more run for us. The at last at the 34th over I decided to smash a few. Little energy left for that though. I shot sailed into the wall for a six over mid wicket, the next safely ensconced itself into the fielder right there. End of a marathon effort.
I then washed a bit and changed and directly headed for the pool at my gymkhana. My body was so warmed up, that I am sure it might have been a few degrees hotter than normal. I walk out with my costume on and I started shivering in the open. As I hit the water I can barely control my shiver. I still manage to swim a few laps and then shower and change.
To my surprise I recovered well towards the evening. Normally sunstroke requires a crocin and an hour of sleep at least. This time the sheer will power to keep forcing water down my throat helped. The realisation of nutrition in sports is so important. You eat wrong, you drink wrong and you will suffer on the field. Fitness is one thing, nutrition is completely another. This all is only possible to whatever level thanks to me understanding a bit of need for correct food and drink. I was a little lazy for lunch and I had a biryani and I think I suffered a bit thanks to that. I will to figure that piece as well. I assumed rice was good but it comes gift wrapped in a lot of other stuff. One can only get smarter.
I have no idea why I do this shit. I guess it’s just a point that I need to prove myself. I am still fit and I can still give the youngsters a run for their money. If I can tell others to bear the heat, then I must be able to bear it myself. At least now I can advise without being guilty of living in an ivory tower. So next time Jispa says it was too hot I can give her a story on what hot actually is. Running for no reason on a hot day with your cricket gear on is pushing the limits of sanity.
In the evening I was telling Jispa how I played in the hot sun, whole day. She was like ‘you played cricket whole day! That too with your gloves and everything on! I to want to remove your gloves in one second when I try them at home with the fan on’. For that one second I think, I repeat I think, I was a hero in her eyes. That was well worth every moment.

PS: Sanity did prevail in the household, as an average. Jasmine was alone as Jispa was also at Dadi’s house. She used the Saturday to sleep right through, in the cool confines of the house. Lucky woman.