Sunday, May 29, 2011

Football wha?

Football. I don't get it. I just don't.

Yes, I do enjoy watching hot men running around in shorts chasing a ball, and maybe I do wait for some goals to be scored (only because I'm hoping that one of the hot guys takes his shirt off), but the sport by itself just doesn't excite me. Not one bit.

It's not that I don't get ANY sport because I'm a girl. I get cricket. I completely do. I've grown up on cricket. I've played cricket with the neighbourhood boys. I've idolized Sachin Tendulkar. And my happiest day ever was when we the Indian cricket team lifted the 2011 World Cup. Hell, we all know cricket. But what on earth is with football?

My friends have tried to get me watch it. I've usually fallen asleep in the first ten minutes. 22 men on field continuing to chase and kick a ball for ninety minutes is monotonous, and after forty five seconds, honestly, a little frustrating. More than the game though, it's the sycophancy I fail to get. More specifically, the Indian fanatics.

To cheer for your country/state's sports team, I completely understand; but to be an avid supporter for a team that is completely from another continent sounds nonsensical to me. One of my closest friends is a die-hard supporter of Real Madrid. And his loyalty takes sycophancy to new levels altogether. If Madrid loses any match, he would be upset the entire day, and pretend like the match never happened. If I were to ever mention that I liked Barcelona, he would stop talking to me altogether. And he always talks about the team as if he were a part of it - "'We' played well last night, 'We' will defeat Barca, 'We' are the best football club in the world." Seriously?

I had another friend throw a huge party last night to watch the Manchester United vs Barcelona match. I politely refused. I mean, who cares??? I'm not from either Manchester or Barcelona, I do not like football and I find it ridiculous that you're making me watch a match that begins at midnight! And most importantly, I have an important IPL finale of CSK vs RCB to watch, thank you very much. Wait, aren't you supposed to be watching that match, Mr. Bangalorean? So much for loyalties. Hmph.

And it doesn't stop there. When I check my Facebook home page the next day, the feed is infested with posts and status updates of whiny Man Utd supporters who are explaining why 'they' lost and how Barca cheated, while Barca supporters are gloating 'their' victory. To save myself from this torture, I rolled my eyes and signed out.

Now, see, it's not football I'm against. It's the fawning obsequiousness by crazy Indian supporters of a team from a completely different continent that I find mind-boggling. Why does it matter who is supporting which team, boys? Or which team wins? Why don't you step out yourself and play some real football? Remember, women find men the sexiest when they're playing football. And well, the un-sexiest when they're watching it. Bleh.

P.S. And um, excuse the picture. It's the only thing I understand in football.

Friday, May 27, 2011

To change or not to change?

Change. That's a word many of us resent. A word that makes some cringe. And a word that makes few (very few) actually happy. What is the deal with change?

Take my instance. I'm actually a happy and content soul living with the intricate ups and downs that accompany any normal person's life. Then why on earth do my parents want me to 'change'??? No matter what I do in my house, it hasn't been done right, my sister (or sometimes my maid's 5-year-old son) could have done it better, needs to be criticized, or (only if executed flawlessly, a rarity by itself) is forgotten about. So I conveniently decide not to voluntarily do things around the house, which result in endless "Why are you like this?", "Where have I gone wrong in raising you?" introspective questioning. So why bother change a happy ol' me at all?

Now when we want others to change, that's a totally different thing. I would love to see my college CHANGE and relax the rigid rules, I'd like my friends to CHANGE their annoying habits, I wish my parents would CHANGE and see things from my perspective. This kind of change that swings your way is good. Definitely good.

If change comes from within, after you having realized something and want to work on it, then it's an excellent thing. Like kicking butt. Making time to jog or exercise. Being patient. Abstinence. Okay, I laughed at that too. But you get the picture. The problem is I don't just 'realize' these things. Or my age forms some sort of a filter to make sure I don't. I'm hoping it's the latter.

So unless these inner revelations dawn on me, my guess is that my folks just have to bear with entertaining, indifferent, fun ol' me. Which is probably bad news only to them. I love the way I am. Well, then again there are a few things I'd like to work on. I don't know how to drive, be patient, or talk in a manner without confusing you.

It's tough out there for me too. And just maybe, I am trying to change. Or not.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011


Bangalore's party scene welcomes a change - no, we still close at 11:30, but we do have a new police commissioner Jyothi Prakash Mirji replacing Shankar Bidari, who seems amiable to the idea of keeping pubs and restaurants serving liquor open well after midnight (is that a sigh of relief I see you heave?)

I, for one, would be so grateful if this deadline gets extended. Actually, why have a deadline that ends even before midnight anyway? I see 11:30 as a ridiculous time to be shutting down clubs, a time when most clubs around the world are just opening their doors to guests. To think, even Cinderella had more time than us Bangaloreans to party!

Once known as the 'Pub Capital', Bangalore seems to be quite a let-down for many tourists who expect a late-night party outing when they get to Bangalore. House parties continue to do the round though (if you don't get caught, that is), if legal and do not cause a racket.

For me, my daily work routine starts at 10 and ends late as well. I'd probably like nothing more than to walk into a bar at the end of the day and order my favourite cocktail. Problem: My day doesn't end before 11 and the bar closes at, you guessed it, at 11. It probably affects people like us the most (by us, I mean all those people who NEED the darn drink to cool off).

And all those other times that I do manage to get to a club early, at 11:15, I see these cops who try to 'shoo' us off, and in some cases, even frisk women and beat up men, in order to 'earn' a remuneration for their efforts in 'straightening' the city.

So here's my plea to you, Mr. Mirji (on behalf of hundreds of like-minded Bangaloreans): PLEASE get the clubs in Bangalore to be open late night. Please support policies to get places to play music late night. Please don't let the cops frisk unsuspecting women and beat up men at clubs - partying is not a crime. Please make Bangalore the Pub City it once used to be.

Girls Outshine Boys - Again?!

Now that's a headline that never fails to bring a smile on my face. The board exam results are finally out, and the girls have, once again (and as always), outperformed the boys. Maintaining the result tradition, the overall pass percentage of girls this year is a whopping 86.93% versus a not-so-bad 77.83% pass percentage of boys. Oh, girls, you make me proud!

So here's my question. Despite always being more academically brilliant, more intuitive, more shrewd and outperforming boys incredibly, why aren't all these intelligent women gaining a foothold in their professional fields already? Why is the fairer sex still unable to carve a niche for themselves in the work field where it really matters?

Take a look at the top Indian companies today - every single one of them is headed by a male, with a few women in the upper echelon to probably offer 'consultation' or 'assistance'. Barring a few women like Kiran Mazumdar Shaw and Indra Nooyi, most Indian women are nowhere to be seen in the senior corporate forefront. And no, I'm not against dynamic men being the future leaders of our country, but it does irk me that the same girls who constantly outshine boys throughout their school and college days tend to take a backseat when they enter the professional field.

Is a major reason the fact that with time, priorities often change too? Within a few years in the industry, haggled parents are trying to get their working daughters married before they 'lose their beauty'. To escape nags and emotional blackmail threats, these women oblige. After marriage, factors like a husband, in-laws and children take precedence over everything for a woman, often causing her to take a backseat in her profession.

It becomes alright for a man to work late nights, for him to not be around at home spending time with his children, for him to be constantly busy, because after all, he is 'doing it for the family'. But when a woman faces similar conditions, she is called a bad wife and a bad mother. The society has shaped our ideals such a way that even women begin to believe this as true and often tend to lose out on opportunities.

I'm not against stay-at-home moms or women who voluntarily choose to give up their careers for their family, I think that's a wonderful thing to do. But I do believe it boils down to the fact that at some point in their lives, women do end up giving up their family or career in order to lead a suitable life that is acceptable to everyone. Trying to find that 'right balance between the two' almost never happens. But that's just my opinion. Could any woman out there pretty please prove me wrong?