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2011 Formula 1 Airtel Indian Grand Prix – a look back.

31 Oct

what did I see yesterday?


was it the real life? was it just fantasy?



My head still reels when I think of all that I witnessed in the past three days. The colours! The speed! The sounds!

Oh boy oh boy.

Wasn’t this all that I had been living for all these years? Wasn’t this all that I had been dreaming of ever since I had watched Formula 1 back in Jamshedpur with my father – myself, no older than 4 years back then?

It all felt vaguely disorienting. The whole spectacle. I couldn’t bring myself to terms with the fact that I had just watched a live Formula 1 Grand Prix. When had I, even a year back thought that I would be watching one so soon? Agreed, the hype surrounding an Indian GP had been floating around for quite sometime. But then again, the fact that this is India had given me enough doubts and riddled all my hopes with ample skepticism. ( which I’m sure Metallica fans in Delhi and around will understand 😛 )

No longer though.

I look back at the whirlwind that was the past one weekend, and I feel blessed to have lived though it all. The cars, the drivers, the circuit, the stands. The entire atmosphere was unlike anything I had ever witnessed in my entire life. Electric. Pulsating. Enervating.

It was the sort of thing that takes one by the scruff of his neck and thrusts him face first into a concoction of sheer epicness. You know when it’s over. You feel a void. Life seems weird after that. Which is exactly what it seems like, right now. The deafening roar of a combined 7000+ horsepower still rings in my ears. I twitch at the slightest of the whirring sounds that I hear. My mind still latches on to the sight of Formula 1 cars flying in front of my eyes. I still hear the cheer of hundreds of thousands of eager spectators resounding all around me.

There is a certain factor that makes Formula 1 grand. A certain thing that makes it stand out from all other races that happen year around. Having seen a Formula 1 grand prix now, and some random lower  order Formula league racing on the same track one after the other, I realise how marked the difference is. The random-lower-order-Formula race had colourful open wheeled, single-cockpit vehicles running all around the track, just like the F-1 race, making the sort of noise that the generic racing car makes.

But the difference in F-1 is so apparent. It is audibly, visibly and in all other aspects, so very different. The sound of the 300 horsepower naturally aspirated F-1 V8 engine, when it revs, is akin to that of a MiG 21 that has just taken off. You can trust me, because I have heard both. It’s outlandish. Incredible.

And if the sound of the F-1 engine is outlandish when it revs, can you imagine the sound of the gear shifts as the car brakes? I have actually run out of adjectives and metaphors now to describe how the whole thing feels like (which is something). It is, to repeat something that I’ve already stated, quite unlike anything that I’ve seen or heard till date.

And it wasn’t just the race! If you did go for the race and if you did miss out on the driver’s parade which happened an hour and a half before the race, you, my dear sir, must take a leap into the nearest well. Because that provided an exquisite starter for the excitement that was to follow. A convoy of some of the finest old vintage cars, showcasing the iconic history of motorsports that India once had, did one lap around the track. Each of the cars had one F-1 driver in it, each one of whom was greeted with resounding applause from the grand stands. I personally was moved to tears when I saw a helmet-less Michael Schumacher and then a cheery Fernando Alonso waving at us from a Rolls Royce Phantom I.

And the venue! The Jaypee group and the Budh International Circuit dispelled all notions that India isn’t capable of organizing a world-class event, and that too in the most consummate manner. 5.14 kilometers of raw adrenaline gushing exhilaration, complete with huge elevation changes, blitzkrieg straights, curves and hair pin bends: the track was as advanced as any other established International circuit, and interestingly, also happens to be the second fastest F-1 circuit in the world today. Sitting in the Classic Stand 2 East Zone, which luckily proved to be the most happening part of the circuit, I could hardly believe my eyes as they followed Felippe Massa’s scarlet Ferrari round a curve and then straight into the fences during Saturday qualifying. I could hardly believe that I had seen an actual F-1 collision, that too, between the likes of Lewis Hamilton and Massa.

And Sebastien Vettel! What a perfect weekend for him! Pole Position on Saturday, fastest lap on Sunday, leading through all the 60 laps and finally emerging triumphant after hundred minutes of non-stop action. Kudos indeed, young German, you totally deserved it!

My rambling could go on, so I must stop now. I shall put up pics on my Picassa albums soon, and then link them here, so do come back. Agreed they aren’t much, but to me, they are some real precious memories.

Till then people. The chequered flag waves.

PS : thanks to this wonderful person for everything. 🙂

sports in general, Formula 1 in particular

27 Oct
This post begins with some rather opinionated comments about sports in general. Given that my sporting tastes were nipped in the bud by my own lethargy and disinterest, and that I mostly yawn while watching stuff like the Twenty Best Goals That Shook the World, you shouldn’t let my opinions bother you one single bit. Because if you do, there’ll be one of those famous word-battles in the comment form following this post, that have plagued quite a few of my blog posts till date.

Notwithstanding, I stick to being the opinionated douche that I am, and proceed.

Opinion #1. Every sport is unique.

However, as with most hastily stated assertions, there’s a but to it. Which brings us to opinion #2

Every sport is unique, but down somewhere, they’re all the same.

Yes, I love creating such situations where my reader is forced into being an indignant little pigeon that frets about in disagreement making that weird low frequency noise that pigeons make. Much like an ill-tuned bass guitar.

But yes, let us not digress.

Coming back to what I started out with, viz sports. Most sports inherently have one thing in common. They all have people running about on a field, and all of them making a huge fuss about a particular ball. I know, my reader-pigeons have transformed into guffawing gorillas now, and are probably laughing at how baseless my argument seems.

I agree. Hell, I suck at giving good arguments to defend my opinions. Let’s say my opinions stem out of my passions more so than my reasons. I say something because my heart tells me to, not because my brain has thought something out. And it is stupid at times. But I really do not care. As long as my brain helps me think out stuff that I really want to think out, it doesn’t matter. My heart tells me, Guns N’ Roses is awesome. My heart tells me that non-vegetarians rule. My heart tells me that Google is the best thing that the world will ever have. I trust my intuitions and have full faith in them.

Such is the thing with sports. OK, I do enjoy following cricket, and I don’t mind watching a heated football match. In fact, I actually enjoy seeing ManU and Arsenal fans baying for each other’s blood.

But then, there is an inherent something to these sports that make them so ordinary. So mortal. After all, it’s just men running around. I agree, Tendulkar did drive that through the cover exquisitely well, and yes, that goal was quite jaw dropping. Yet, these things, they lack something that appeals to my heart.

Which is where motorsports come in.

Which form of cheering in the crowd, which vuvuzela on this earth, can replace the sound of twenty super charged V8s revving? Which goal, or which home run, or which wicket, can set your adrenaline gushing like the sight of two F-1 cars locked in a frenzy of tyre-to-tyre overtaking?

Yes, ladies and gents, this is formula 1 we are talking about. And YES, it’s finally here in our country, for the very first time ever, with all of its mind-blowing and eye popping awesomeness.

What is it that sets Formula 1 aside from other sports? What places F-1 in the pinnacle of sporting exclusivity that the other mortal sports cannot match? Let’s see. For one, we have the sheer glamour. It’s the sheer amount of money that is spent in this sport. Formula 1 can look at every other sport in the eye and say, “I’m richer, bitch”.

There’s that.

The second, and the more significant reason is probably the role the sport plays in science and engineering technology. Each of those twenty cars that race around the tracks are mechanical wonders. Each of them have had a few hundreds of scientists and engineers working on them. They’re machines that live on the bleeding edge of tech. Spending hours and hours in wind tunnels. Having been subjected to every possible test that they could have gone through.

The people. The engineers. They’re some of the finest minds in the business. They know their science and they know their math. They know how to make machines that can safely reach 300 kilometers an hour. They know how to put a wheel onto a car and ensure that it can survive such speeds and temperatures, and at the same time, they can be removed in less than two seconds. The drivers. They are human beings who do a lot more than running around and kicking balls. They have nerves of steel, and have a pulse rate that is a fraction of an average human being. They know how to keep their calm when they see a wall approaching in front of them at over 200 kilometers per hour, and find that their brakes aren’t working.

This is what makes F-1 so very different. The money. The machines. The people.

Yet, that is again, not what F-1 essentially is. The glamor and the tech isn’t really what’s sporty about F-1. They are essential constituents, but not everything. For, under it’s layer of glam, money and bleeding-edge-technology, F-1 has stories of exaltations and heart breaks. Just like any other sport. There are tales of history being rewritten and records being broken. For which fan does not remember the legend that was Ayrton Senna? Which fan does not cherish the memory of the epic last lap battle for victory between Gilles Villeniuve and René Arnoux in France ’79?

These are not mere tales of sporting phenomena. These are stories of valour and passion. Of timeless people and their exploits.

For Formula 1 is so much more than a sport. It is to sports, what a McDonald’s Happy Meal is to mess food. It is simply the holy grail of excitement, for those so inclined.

Why did I write all of this?

Simply because I’m going for the first every Indian Grand Prix, and that I’ll be leaving in a couple of hours. #hellyeah #inserts slash-m-slash’s wantonly.

I shudder to think of the dreary month that lies ahead of me, push the thought out of mind and turn on some loud heavy metal.

Till then folks! Cya soon.

PS : here‘s a simulation flying lap around the Budh International Circuit, with Sebastien Vettel. It all looks very rosy and promising. Let’s hope it all goes off smoothly. 🙂

on Ayrton Senna

29 Dec
My thoughts entirely with this name today. After a certain documentary I watched last night.

I had heard a lot about him. How he would have gone on to become the greatest ever in the blitzkrieg world of formula 1 had destiny been but a bit more rewarding. Little did I know that well before the disaster at Imola which claimed his life, Ayrton Senna had established his name as the greatest already.

He didn’t have the statistics on paper. He had raced for 10 years and had won 3 championships. Juan Maunel Fangio (with 5) and later on, Michael Schumacher (with 7) would go on to become the greatest F-1 racer of all time, but the ones who know the sport, tell a different story.

Ayrton Senna’s greatness laid, not on paper, but on the sheer way he drove. Formula One experts including Schumacher himself have openly admitted that a driver like Senna, has not, does not and will not exist in motor-sport history.

The documentary I saw yesterday was all about what exactly made him all that great. Martin Brundle, an F-1 great, who had raced alongside this genius went into details about his driving style which he considered would give enough reasons to consider him the “ultimate driver’s driver”.

Speed
Senna was not just a fast driver. He was just the fastest driver one could race against. While others would set lap-records and fastest times with a margin of a few tenths of a second from the existing record, Senna would settle for no less than a whole second or at least three-quarters of second. “He had this God gifted talent,” as Brundle put it, “a sixth sense, which gave him full knowledge of where in the track the grip would be before he went into a corner. The moment you see him do a lap, you’re bound to say, “I can’t do that.” As simple as that.” He was known to drive completely on the limit and set some of the most blistering lap times in his ten year career. “He used to emerge out of corners and overtake a whole lot of other drivers with the most consummate ease. Other drivers wouldn’t even have him in their mirrors a few seconds back, but suddenly .. poof! He’s gone past them.” The fact that he won 65 pole positions in 162 races when pitched against Schumacher’s 68 pole-positions in 269 races more than cements him as the speed overlord. His qualifying greatness reached it’s epitome in Monaco 1988, when he out-qualified his arch-rival and team mate Alain Prost by a staggering 1.5 seconds. Brundle recollects that “Nobody in the end wanted to spoil Senna’s pole lap. When the day-glow McLaren and the very bright helmet of Ayrton Senna would come through, we’d literally jump out of the way. You didn’t one to be the one who’d blown the lap of the one everybody was talking about, the lap that entire Grand Prix venue was looking forward to.”

Senna in his epic McLaren in Canada 1988

Attention to detail
It wasn’t just speed that made Senna what he was. As David Coulthard, yet another F-1 legend who started off as Senna’s test-driver recollects his dedication.”A certain test session when he (Senna) had tweaked his neck, and that was it. Test was over that day but as far as he was concerned, “I recommend the following day” and he was there the following day! In the morning I thought that … OK .. he must have made a miraculous recovery … but no, he was just there to listen to what I was telling the engineers. So that he could trust my feedback.” I mean other people whom I’ve been test driver for would just listen to the lap-times and bugger off to the golf course!”

Ruthlessness

one of the numerous corners Senna (in the red and white McLaren) aced

Yet another and one of his best wielded weapons, was his utter ruthlessness. As Brundle explains, Senna would often put them (his rivals) in a position where you’d have an accident and he would leave it up to you to decide whether you wanted it or not. If you let him through, you wouldn’t have the accident, if you did not, you would. During a certain Formula 3 race, Brundle says, “he suddenly came up from behind me and before I knew it, his car was upon mine.” He would always put his rivals in a compromising position at every corner, and wage this psychological warfare every single time. You would either run into him, which would mean, your race is over, or you would lose this mind game. And   if you did run into him, he would ensure that the next time such a scenario repeated you would jump out of his way. He was easily the toughest driver, and the most ferocious driver to protect his area of space. His ruthlessness and will to win reached the peak in the Japanese Grand Prix of 1990, when he would emerge world champion of the season provided his arch-rival Alain Prost (now racing for Ferrari) failed to finish the race. This makes for a throughly gripping tale.

Senna and Prost were 1-2 on the starting grid respectively. Senna’s McLaren however was on the dirtier side of the track and despite his asking the officials to change the side they hadn’t. No sooner had the race been flagged off than Prost’s scarlet Ferrari took lead ahead of Senna’s McLaren. And for Senna to win the world-title, Prost would have to not finish the race.

Barely had ten seconds gone when the first corner came up. And Prost went into the corner ahead of Senna. But Senna accelerated through the corner reaching a speed of 270 kilometres an hour, without even bothering to brake, as the gap between his and Prost’s car disappeared. Suddenly Senna’s front left tire had hit Prost’s rear end. And Prost’s rear wing fell off as both cars skidded off into the turf.

In the very first corner of the very first lap Senna thus made sure that Prost indeed failed to finish and secured the world title for himself.

Senna’s McLaren hits Prost’s Ferrari
and the state a few seconds after … Senna, secured with his Championship title

Prost was so disgusted with the turn of events that he publicly slammed Senna’s tactics and even considered retiring from F-1. After the crash Senna however showed absolutely no remorse for what he done. “When there is a gap,” Senna said later, “you either permit yourself as a professional racing driver who is designed to win races, or you come second or you come third or you come fifth. And I am not designed to come third, fourth or fifth. I race to win.”

Senna’s aggressiveness; his ruthlessness can be well summed up in his own words. “If you no longer go for a gap which doesn’t exist … well, you are no longer a racing driver.”

Strangely however, Senna had a heart of gold. A devout Christian he was capable of incredible compassion. When in Spa 1992 his rival Ã‰rik Comas had a fatal crash, Senna stopped his car, leapt out, stopped Comas’ engine and held his head in a comfortable position before doctors arrived. An incident which made Comas retire from F-1 after his inability to help Senna after his life claiming crash.

Senna parks his car and runs to help Erik Comas

This paradox in Senna’s behavior shows that he was an incredible human being. He would donate for his  poor children in his country Brazil. he would help his rivals out of difficult situations. He was morally broken when Ratenberger died the night before he died. But then it was the same Ayrton Senna who would crash Prost’s car out of a race, putting both their lives at risk.

The Wet Weather Master
What really set apart Senna, all the more from other F-1 drivers was his driving wizardry when it rained. Referred to as “the Wet Weather Master” by commentators, his driving prowess would really come in the limelight in such circumstances.

Senna mastered the art of wet-weather driving

Donnington Park, 1993. The track was wet and it was drizzling. Senna was having trouble keeping up in his inferior McLaren from the beginning. He had dropped to fifth position when a new lap had begun, behind the likes of Michael Schumacher, Damon Hill and Alain Prost. A couple of corners later, he had muscled his way to third. And yet another couple of corners later Alain Prost was eating his tire marks and Senna was leading the race, which he went on to win. This historic lap, which saw Senna taking the lead within a half of a lap of running fifth, established him as an all time great wet weather driver. After the race he said that the driving pressure in such conditions is tremendous and it’s like gambling; taking chances where it might pay off. And that his team gambled well that day.

The cars back then
Senna gambled. Senna gambled in cars which were like untamed wild beasts. Racing regulations weren’t as stringent then as they are today, and Senna belonged to the era of F-1 when cars had turbochargers (needless to say, they are illegal in F-1 now); he belonged to the age of Formula -1 when cars produced 1200 horsepower, which was a mind-boggling 450 more than an F-1 car of today. Inferior aerodynamics back then, as compared to today, ensured that cars had a lot less down-force and was at higher risks of flying off. Also safety levels were far worse which made Senna’s job all the more difficult.

Senna’s epic McLaren Honda MP-4/4 :
the machine in which he won eight races in one season
and his first world championship title

Yet Senna aced. He drove on the edge without a care in the world. He drove to win. Which he did. And would have won more had he been luckier.

Imola, San Marino 1994.

An event already riddled by disasters. Ratenberger’s death the night before the final race had shaken the entire F-1 community. The night before that, a serious accident involving Senna’s protégé, Rubens Barichello had broken Senna down, all the more. The final race as well, was plagued by misfortune. It was interrupted in the very beginning when J J Lehtto’s Benetton-Ford had stalled, and Pedro Lammy’s Lotus-Mugen Honda had rammed into his rear at nearly full speed. A wheel tore off and flew into the grandstands, injuring eight spectators and a police officer. The race went into yellow flag, and the safety car, which was on Opel Vectra for that year, was deployed. The slow pace maintained by the Vectra was later questioned and suspected for the lower-than-normal tire pressure in the race cars.

When the race restarted, Senna immediately shot off and set the third-fastest lap of the race, followed closely by Schumacher. In the next lap, as Senna approached the super-fast Tamburello corner, his car left the track …

That would go down in his history as the last corner he ever took, and the first one, he never came out of. Alive.

… his Williams ploughed into the concrete wall in excess of 215 kilometres an hour.

His right front wheel had broken off and shot through into his cockpit, hitting his helmet and pushing his head against his head rest. A piece of upright, attached to the wheel had penetrated his helmet made a big indent in his forehead, and a jagged piece of the upright had penetrated his visor just above his right eye.

He died almost immediately owing to fatal skull fracture. Track officials, upon investigation found a furled Austrian flag in his cockpit, which he had planned on unfurling and waving in honour of Ratenberger in the event of his winning the race.

Senna’s Williams at the moment of impact

The cause of his accident, as later revealed was steering column failure which had resulted in this fatal under-steer (what happens when you turn your steering wheel, but the wheels don’t turn). Patrick Head, of team Williams, who had been responsible for the “bad-design and badly executed modifications” of Senna’s steering column, was proven guilty of omitted control by the Italian Court of Appeal on 13th April 2007.

His death at Imola, San Marino was probably the greatest tragedy in the history of motor-sports. Brazil declared a national holiday in honour of their greatest sportsman and set aside three days for mourning. Three million people lined up to see his funeral march and offer salute to their hero.
Senna’s funeral saw many F-1 greats participating.
Including his arch rivals Alain Prost and Damon Hill

His grave bears the epitaph “Nada pode me separar do amor de Deus” which means “Nothing can separate me from the love of God”.

To you, Ayrton Senna. Never was. Never will be.

a mis-conception about the Indian cricket Team

7 Jun


…well nearly a mis-conception should be the word … but thing is the Indian Cricket Team is in a rather peculiar state now. All the TV channels are shouting their throats and possibly their satellites hoarse that ‘Yeh Cup Kahi Nahi Jayega’, and there is the team trying hard to live up to its reputation of being T20 champs. But come to think of it the way the team is playing, certainly makes one think whether there is room for improvement at all. Because I, personally feel that this team is under-performing. For one, they have the best batting line-up the cricket world has seen in a long time, and two they have had the bonus of playing a full domestic season before the world cup, and yet their batting seems strained (excepting a few of course) and lacks the punch which these guys otherwise seems to have in abundance.

Yesterday I watched the Indian innings in the India-Bangladesh match and was feeling rather sad. I have to admit it. Rohit Sharma, IPL star, and with two scintillating warm-up matches under his belt, looked so very out of touch. Gautam Gambhir too seemed a little casual, and though he scored a half century, it seemed rather slow for a batsman of his calibre. Even captain MS Dhoni, appeared unnecessarily stressed .. in fact he isn’t at all performing well nowadays. The “batsman-in-form” Suresh Raina couldn’t do much too … I would say that had Yuvraj not played yesterday, Bangladesh would certainly have won.
What the hell? The first five batsmen in this team, are all match-winners in their own sense. Gambhir, Rohit, Dhoni, Raina, Yuvraj. Then they have the likes of the Pathan brothers, explosive all-rounders. A team which can easily lift the cup, even if any one of the afore-mentioned players get going per match. Yet, when such a team struggles to put ball to bat in the slog-overs, and that too with so many wickets on hand, it does raise several questions regarding their champ status. Because the matter is very simple … not that India has to win the world T20 cup, it won’t change our lives, but that they SHOULD win it. It would be a joke if they didn’t. Trust me, if Ricky Ponting had players like these, Australia would have won the world cup without even batting … i mean an eye lid 😀 . If Gavin Hamilton had players like these, Scotland would have won too. I mean, with a batting line-up that has some the biggest hitters in the world today, it is a natural thing to gao ahead and win. A loss here would mean shame … nothing more.

the not so reviewed aspect of IPL

24 May

Since today is the last day of the IPL 2009, I thought to myself, why not make this post IPL centric too? Now is IPL synonymous with T20 cricket solely? Not quite. It is indeed more than just hard hitting cover drives, super quick staright drives, and those meaty pull shots. It is in fact, as they called it last year, ‘manaranjan ka baap’, fraught with Bollywood masala, glam cheerleaders, and breath taking revelations (remember the FIP’s blog?).
Here’s one side of the DLF IPL that didn’t quite go unnoticed but nevertheless, did not invoke critical review from the experts. What I’m referring to are the team anthems and their videos. That is that which shall make the contents for this post. How about a gradual countdown ie the worst to the best? game? here we go…
  • 8 – I watched all the eight team promos, and the worst had to be that of the Royal Challengers Bangalore. It starts off with a pretty nice intro, but the song beginning bears an uncanny resemblance to the Johnny Gaddar title track. Another downside is that it first shows the jersey of Zaheer Khan, who though a part of the playing XI last year, is now with the Mumbai Indians this year, something they should have changed for this season. The video stars big boss Mallya himself, and Bollywood actress Katrina Kaif (not the best combo perhaps). The song turns out to be terribly boring too, and so does the video. This just can’t be the video or the song to actually boost the morale of a team that finished in position 7 last season! However they have done quite well this year, having reached the finals, but that, I guess should be attributed to other factors. Rating 2/10
  • Coming in at a really close 7 to keep RCB company is a joint Mumbai Indians and the Delhi Daredevils. While the MI video starts in a rather stereotype manner, the song turns out to be terrifyingly sleepy and lacks every iota of josh. Slightly better than the RCB are the cinematics. It’s a tad too long too. On the other hand the DD promo starts with terribly outdated lines “Delhi Daredevils, We never give up”, and all the video shows are faces of Glenn McGrath, and Daniel Vettori turning to face the camera at least ten times. The song that  starts from then on is pretty nice, and brings the DD in line with the MI with a rather meagre 3/10.
  • 5 is when the stuff get really nice. OK if not really, then quite nice. So here I decided to put in the Chennai Superkings. Their song is very well made. The lyrics are not out of the ordinary but the rap concept is pretty nicely implemented. “We are the Chen-nai Chen-nai-Super-kings” invokes quite an amount of laughter. Seeing MS Dhoni rap is a rather rewarding experience indeed. What also catches the eye is the cool transformation of Dhoni’s face into a lion’s at the end. Rating 6/10.
  • 4 and things are getting really heated up!!! In comes the Deccan Chargers. Their video is rather boring, but what actually enervates you is the extremely charging up song. “Go Chargers, Go Chargers, Go Chargers Go!!!” not only enthuses the players on the field but also intimidates the opposition to a large extent. The song is pretty loud, and the tune really nice. Good for a 7/10.
  • 3 and it’s the Rajasthan Royals. The cinematics in this one are pretty cool, but the best part’s got to be the “Halla Bol” song. It’s the best team anthem hands down. A little more work on the video could have earned them position 1 indeed. The song enervates, enthuses, and is a hell lot of a fun. The video isn’t that bad in fact. It stars Shilpa Shetty, and shows a really nice item number.Plus these chaps can boast showing them winning the cup last year … a scene none of the others can show Rating 7.5/10.
  • Now it’s getting rather hot isn’t it? 2 … who could it be? Only two teams are left …. and it’s Preity Zinta vs the king Khan. So this goes to … the Kings XI Punjab. The video is really, reeeaallly nice, and shows the least amount of cricket as compared to all the others. What it shows are glimpses from Punjab, and how they show it makes all the difference, putting them up in no 2. The Punjabi kid plays an adorable role, and the one glimpse of Yuvraj Singh, hitting one out of the ground, follwed by Priety Zinta’s leap into the air is shown very well. Also the Bhangra number is amazing and gives a suitable backdrop to this great promo. Rating 7.8/10.
  • It had to be it, hands down. Not because I’m from Kolkata, not because I’m an avid SRK fan, but the fact remains that the Kolkata Knight Riders promo is one heck of a promo. It’s simply phenomenal … period. It does everything terribly well. The African back drop is just scintillating, and King Khan’s acting … well he is the best in the business! The song has been modified a bit, specially the intro, but it’s all clear that no other team can come even a mile close to this. I wish I could give more but … 10/10.
visit the DLF IPL website to view these videos. Click here.

now what’s more ironic?

23 May


WOW … you’re gonna love this one. I am a pretty hardcore IPL fan, and was also a hardcore KKR  fan when season 1 kicked off. I felt really elevated after seeing Brendon McCullum’s 158* knock on the first match last year, but then all hopes got extinguished following a string of defeats to nearly all the other teams. Click here to read my post regarding this thought last year. 

This year, my expectations were rather lower than last year, but the KKR Reloaded ads sure worked me up, and I started harbouring some real lofty hopes again. But surprises and surprises!!! KKR responded with an even poorer performance, and slipped from a lousy table postion of 6 to an even lousier 8. Not the best reloading act perhaps, eh?
But this isn’t what my post is about. 
A few minutes back, I decided to visit the official KKR website to see what the  guys out there’s got to say. That was when I got the idea for this post. Their really cool looking website opens up with a picture of SRK holding the even cooler flaming KKR helmet, and when you click on the ‘View Intro’ button you get to see some pretty amazing videos with the KKR anthem sounding loud (provided you have your speakers on). Then there’s this bold question 

‘will KKR kick a$# this season?’

They give you two options ‘Oh Yeah!’ and ‘Nope’. A month back I would have opted for ‘Oh yeah!, but now the scenario demands the other option. So I clicked on ‘Nope’, possibly renting SRK’s heart rather nastily. The most ironic thing is what happens then on. There’s a picture of a ball shattering glass, and the ‘Crunch’ sound of the same, and then in big letters

‘Wrong Answer !
Try Again’
They won’t actually let you visit their site home page UNLESS you click on ‘Oh Yeah’!
LOL!!!!
That’s a fine show of misplaced optimism indeed!!!
click here to visit the kkr website.

Formula 1 – no more a driver’s sport

9 May

Even a few years ago, the sport called Formula 1, was fast losing in appeal, owing to the activity of one particular individual who goes by the name of Michael Schumacher. Genius as he was, as far as driving was concerned he (quite unintentionally) transformed, what was essentially meant to be the greatest sporting spectacle on earth, into a form of sport which, every year seemed to be no more than the repeat telecast of the previous year’s. As a result, the first slot in every race seemed pre-determined, as did the first slot in the run for victory in the driver’s and constructor’s championship. This went on for seven whole years till it seemed that the Ferrari-Schumi pair was perhaps the most successful pair in the history of mankind … more so than even Adam and Eve.

Well I guess these are fond memories which Ferrari will get to cherish for the rest of their sporting career …. for things have certainly changed now. Season 2009 has indeed turned out to be Ferrari’s worst start in more than a decade, with them sitting right at the bottom of the points table (consolation for the Kolkata Knight Riders?), and their drivers Kimi Raikkonen and Felippe Massa occupying the 13th and the last spot on the grid respectively.
The reason for this is that the essentials of F1 have changed dramatically. Decades earlier when F1 was a new sport, gaining wide acclaim owing to its speed, excitement and grit, it was in general the driver who had a key role to play in deciding the fortunes of the teams. Though technical and engineering excellence on the constructor’s part did decide the game between equally matched drivers, it typically boiled down into a battle of drivers. No wonder the likes of Juan Fangio, Jack Brabham, Allan Prost, Ayrton Senna, Niki Lauda and of course Schumacher himself continue to remain etched in the annals of time as the greatest of their sport.
Now however the scenario has changed – the focus being more on the engineering and technical brilliance of the cars, than driver skill and capability as a result the drivers are slowly becoming mere team workhands, whose jobs are no more than keeping the cars together till the end … letting the cars do what they are meant to do. In other words, the smarter car wins, as opposed to the smarter driver winning.

This again has good and bad sides. The good side being the provision for better cars, faster cars, smarter cars … in other words better technology, and the bad side being … well … losing the sport like status it had. Or better becoming a sport for machines, robots, more than a sport for people.
We are seeing a fine example of this feature in this season itself. Brawn GP, the brand new team which debut this year … are at the top of the points table, with their … quite ordinary driver Jenson Button having won three of the four races and having come second in the fourth. Currently Brawn have accumulated 50 points, a whopping 23 points above Red Bull, the team at second spot. The reason? A smart aerodynamic feature … the inclusion of an air diffuser in their cars which reduces the drag coeficient tremendously, as well as provides more downforce on the rear wheel, as a result of which it is possible to drive the car faster AND safer. Smart tech? You gotcha! And for your information Jenson Button had been the driver who had ended season 2008 at position 18.
Yet another example of the steadily changing tides of F1 lie in the dismal performance of Giancarlo Fisichella, who till a couple of years back was an active podium achiever, is now trailing at the bottom of the Drivers Championship tally without having scored even a single point this season or the last. The reason, isn’t as hard to find. He drives for Force India, the team which for lack of funds, research scope, and technical advancements haven’t aldded anything to the total F-1 scores in it’s history.
The facts, as they stand today are pretty clear. In a sport where the difference of even a thosandth of a second can separate the winner from the rest, is slowly and steadily becoming a technology dominated sport, where to win, it’s the home work that matters, not the test.

Knights Ridden Over….

19 May



long time no see….or should i say…. no hear, no talk, no smell… nothing at all…

Whatever, the fact is that I am back to blog and bore. Class 12 has started… and so has the IPL. But none are turning out to be as nice as i had hoped they would. For one, class 12 makes you even sadder than what you had speculated to be, and the recent fired up IPL season serves to be a perfect comapnion to your downtrodden spirits.

When IPL was announced, a few months back, the Kolkata Knight Riders seemed to be one of the deadliest team in the tournament, and why not. With the reins in the hands of king Khan, and explosive players like Ricky Ponting, Brendon McCullum, Sourav Ganguly, Chris Gayle, David Hussey and Salman Butt, in the batting line-up, what could actually go wrong with them? In addition to that, the Knights had a fearsome bowler squad, spearheaded by mavericks of the sort Shoaib Akhtar, Ishant Sharma, and Ajit Agarkar. Everything seemed to be just fine. But then the Gods decided to play foul, and Chris Gayle went down with a groin pain, not to play in any match at all. Responsibility shifted to Ponting, McCullum, and Ganguly to make up for the loss.

18th April, 2008. 8:00 PM, Bangalore.
The KKR showed the world, what T20 cricket actually meant. Brendon McCullum with his record-shattering 158 odd runs, off merely 80 odd balls, won the hearts of millions in the City of Joy, and raised hopes of all fans for matches to come. The Bangalore Royal Challengers, with men like Rahul Dravid, Jacques Kallis, and Praveen Kumar just stared on.

20th April, 2008. 4:00 PM, Kolkata.
Another big victory over a deadly rival, the Deccan Chargers, which boasted of the likes of Adam Gilchrist, Andrew Symonds, VVS Laxman, and Chaminda Vaas. KKR really seemed to be on the roll.

That turned out to be a turning point.

Then came the row of defeats. The Chennai Super Kings, the Rajasthan Royals, the Mumbai Indians, and the Kings XI Punjab….did seem to have the upper hand over KKR. Adding to that came the unfortunate departure of McCullum and Ponting, leaving the Knights completely disillusioned and demoralized. Salman Butt and Aakash Chopra, came in to fill the vacancies and after their string of four consecutive defeats, the King’s men decided to give yet another go. Morale was definitely low in th KKR camp, when they went for their home match against the Royal Challengers. This time, however, they emerged victorious, and the city of Joy, was joyous again. Following this victory, and with Korbo Lorbo Jeetbo Re resounding in their ears, they achieved another big victory over the Deccan Chargers, with Ganguly spearheading the batting assault and sweeping in 91 runs off merely 44 balls. Kolkata’s hopes for the semi final seemed to have rejuvenated again. With four wins in their bag the King’s men now readied themselves to face the Delhi Daredevils for the first time.

The news of the inclusion of Shoaib Akhtar, the fastest, and the deadliest bowler in the world today, came as a big reason to celebrate.

And he showed the detractors what fast bowling meant. Averaging 147 km/hr with the ball, he struck a fatal blow at the roots of the Delhi batting order, and got Gautam Gambhir, Virender Sehwag, and other top order batsmen, back to the pavillion. Akhtar seemed to be fired up with the cause to win, and to defeat. Charging down the pitch like a roaring lion, and sending balls hurtling at the batsmen, was intimidating in itself…and he proved his worth, scalping 4 wickets in his 3 overs of bowling, and conceding only 10 odd runs to the Daredevils.

The victory over Delhi was much celebrated. And that was again the point whenceforth, the wheels started rolling down again.

The second match with the Mumbai Indians came as a big letdown. The Knights ended their own innings at a terribly meagre 67, and although Akhtar struck early, sending Tendulkar out for a duck in the first over, the required 68 runs proved to be a cake walk for Jayasurya, who ended the game within 6 overs.

After this humiliating defeat the Knights, faced Chennai for the second time, and they lost yet again by a couple of runs in accordance to the Duckworth Lewis Rule.

This is where Kolkata stands now. They have 3 matches left, and to reach the semifinals they need to win all three. Big task? Sure. Mohali, Jaipur are right at the top, and beating them won’t be easy.

to cap it all…

The Knights have surely been ridden over.