another random post

I have hated 3D movies and the really ikky caramel popcorn finger print goggles that they give out. So this time too I resisted going for the movie. But the plan was made with my sister’s family and so we went. The goggles were as ikky as ever, but I took them to the wash room and gave them a bath! These were different high tech goggles. I think they do some syncro with the screen and give you a better clear resolution. And wow, no headaches. If these are the ones that are the norm then 3D wont be a bad technology after all. But I feel like the old guy who still somehow would have preferred the good old 2D with bright colors and superb resolution.
Talking about getting old. I am super serious thinking about stopping playing cricket. Yesterday I struggled with the bat. I was completely pathetic. I think the team lost a bit of momentum with me batting and possibly I was the one responsible for losing the match. I can’t believe that I will last any more cricket seasons. How long can I be in the team thanks to seniority? I only belong as a captain holding the team together. But the pressure of bad performance has just meant that I take my fielding even more seriously. So I kept diving and almost pulled off a stunning catch. Key word here- almost. I guess I will have to go to the matches this season and drop myself if I get a good 11 players. I can only justify my presence on close-in fielding. I might be old and my batting sucks but the joy on jumping around on the field is great. It comes with a side effect. I have scrapes on both my knees and left elbow. My pointer finger has a blue line running through it. Years ago I wouldn’t have been able to even get a finger on that ball but yesterday I somehow managed to dive and stop it from running to the boundary. That is my greatest motivation to play. But also right now, my back is sore, my calves are sore, mythigh is sore and neck is sore. I hope it’s the running I did while batting rather than the diving that causing it. Cause if it’s the diving that causing it, I have no more cricket to play :). There comes a time when you have to listen to your body when it tells you something. My body always was creaking and it was telling me lots of things. Now it’s shouting and I am pulling on. Pulling on purely on mental strength, which is right now telling me to listen to the body. Listen.
35. Wow. It’s been a rapid downhill after this age. What a funny life. Till you are 35 I did not have enough money to enjoy what I could have and after 35, you have the money and possibly some time but not the biological support to enjoy what you really want to. But hell there will be other stuff that I wanted to do and which does not require a powerful structure but merely an able one. Like this time when we were in kaziranga. We went for a trek inside the woods, in the buffer zone and we really had fun. I was so happy that I now understand the body enough to understand a bit of nutrition and my body could take some of the rigors of trekking and climbing hills. I wasn’t so tired and I could walk and trek without being out of breath. Possibly these are the goals I need to keep. Smaller achievable goals.
Today I write this post from the gymkhana where I see my daughter taking squash coaching. I am so happy that we are able to give these joys. The fun of physical labor and game. Its worth every moment and penny spent. Now all I want to do is to reach a point where she and I will compete. She is improving fast and I am losing fast. The equilibrium will not take too long. In swimming it has already reached. I am waiting till it reaches in trekking, walking, running, playing etc. the other big one I am waiting for is board games. When she will compete skillfully and we can play strategy games on an even scale. I think that’s three to four years away. I am waiting eagerly. I only hope that she will have the time and the inclination along with the ability. Otherwise….. sigh…
On the movie – Rio. It’s a nice movie with a very fast paced story line with forgettable songs and interesting characters. Sometimes I think the Animated movies are so strongly racist. With always the hero having ethnic black or latino side kicks playing to the archetype. If Enid Blyton was ticked for having black golliwogs, why are these features being spared the lashing. Sure these characters add to the drama and color and become memorable but they so much reinforce our stereotypes. Sitting many miles away in India, I would be completely ingrained with the same typecast that an American would have. In fact over a period of time my typecast will be strong and when I possibly interact with these guys, I would clouded by the typecasts that we see in the movies.
You know I think that why we Indian males seem to treat foreign women with a bit of disrespect. Our belief of the white female is loose, ready to sleep with you only by having one action scene together and some close eye contact. I think our junta believes that white female to be fast sexy, turned on by strong muscular bodies and given to smooching with multiple men. So all the stares they get in India must be thanks to the Hollywood movies. And to add fuel to fire, I think most the men at the lowest strata must be exposed only to B and C grade action thrillers or the porno movies which are the ultimate guidebook for objectifying of women. It’s a wonder how some foreigners manage India and love it and get their way around without bothering about the attention. As a man I have always been inside the ring when I see other men being open about their true feelings. I too have sometimes been guilty of staring a second too long when a pretty thing crosses my path. But I promise you it has been only one second too many. Whereas I have seen good men turn crude in the company of other men when discussing women on the road. I feel lucky to have a semblance of decorum. I think I wrote of this earlier. With digital cameras with powerful zooms, will all turn to peeping toms.
Coming back to Hollywood being the culprit… these men, I tell you behave differently towards Indian women whom they treat with a little more, just a little more respect. This is simplifying things too much blaming the media for our dirty minds, but I think given that we are culturally more respectful towards guests, its wonder how we treat our female guests with such disrespect. It must have some root here.
You what other stuff I see. The foreigner is getting back a small part of his own dose. He would come into India and be trigger happy shooting Indian men and women in all their finery. Some of them would not even bother asking for permission and some would pose with them. Now increasingly I see the Indians, rural Indians, looking at the tourist and clicking photographs on their cell phones with them. They go up to these tourists and request for photos with them. I have seen this is north, south, west and east India. The more rural the setting, the greater is the possibility of seeing this. The women and the men together view these white tourists as an object of interest. So the prey has turned on the predator. I love it when this happens. The cell phone with its camera has democratized curiosity. He haw!