Thursday, August 16, 2007

Indian Summers - John Wright

John Wright's Indian Summers with Sharda Ugra & Paul Thomas ( link, my user review on
Heart warming, funny, and down-to-earth
5 stars
I finished reading John Wright's Indian Summers last weekend. John Wright was the coach of the Indian cricket team for five years. The book is neatly divided into chapters that correspond to a tour or season of the Indian team. So, there is one chapter each on the Australian team's visit of 2001 (who can forget that!), India's tour of Pakistan in 2004, the England tour of 2002, the West Indies tour of 2002, the Australian tour of 2003-04, etc... Then there is a chapter on Wright's experiences with the selection system, its regional quota system, another one on the struggles that the aspiring Indian cricketer has to go through to make it, or not. Srinath, Kaif, Kumble, Yuvraj, Harbhajan and many more are covered...

A couple of points about the book - Wright almost never drops names, he writes about controversial topics without resorting to being sensationalistic (the Dravid declaration in the Multan test when Tendulkar was on 194* for example). The second point is that Wright ultimately comes across as a very decent man with a genuine love for India - which is very heartwarming indeed (contrast it with the rather disgusting 'In Spite of the Gods' by Ed Luce).

Rather than write more, I shall simply include excerpts from the book itself:

"I'd aspired to a successful second career. I wanted at all costs to avoid living in the past. In a sense, I failed." [Page 8]

About his visit to India for the interview as India's coach:
The BCCI's travel people had told me just to turn up at the Lufthansa check-in counter with my passport; everything would have been taken care of. The dragon behind the desk asked, "Where's your visa. You can't travel without a visa." ... I could have produced a ukulele and serenaded her with 'Tiptoe Through the Tulips'. She was one of those implacable petty functionaries whose guiding principle is that there's no point in having the power to screw up people's lives unless you exercise it. I spoke to her supervisor, who'd evidently taught her everything she knew. [page 24]

Care to guess who Wright's talking about?
In Jodhpur, a guy with the biggest diamond ear-studs I'd ever seen wandered into our viewing area as if it was his private box. I went nuts demanding to know who the hell he was and, more to the point, who the hell he thought he was. The answer to both questions was that he was India's biggest beer baron. [page 43] - it's the one and only Vijay Mallya!

What he is spot on, and this is especially true of the press and former Indian cricketers who go overboard in running down the Indian team, may also be a consequence of our 'atithi devo bhava' culture take a step or two too far. Anyway, John has no love lost for the Australians, as is evident from the last sentence!
Indians love their own team, but when a major side arrives they know how to make the tourists feel special. There's very little of the media mind games and psychological warfare you get touring some other countries, notably Australia, where the welcome usually takes the form of a dismissive spray from a famous ex-player. [page 46]
Note also the comment by a former Australian cricketer just today about the Indian team being tired and jaded for the upcoming tour of Australia, compared with the Aussies who would be fresh from a long break. Had it been the other way around, the dude would have stated that the Indians would have little time to get into a groove whereas the Australians would hit the ground running...

I was coming to realise just how strongly the players believed in their ability to beat anyone in Indian conditions. This conviction would prove to be the bedrock on which victory was based. And, as I was to discover, the downside was how much of that self-belief ebbed away the moment our plane left Indian airspace. [page 49]

About the greatest Test every played:
India is a country of one billion people, but on the second night of the second test in Kolkata I sat in a room 214 of the Taj Bengal with what felt like my only friends: four cans of Heineken and five cigarettes. Australia had made 445, despite a Harbhajan hat-trick, the first by an Indian in a test, and we were 128 for 8. [page 50]
They were all out for 212 in 68 overs; having followed-on, we'd won the test by 171 runs. I remember embracing Andrew and dancing a jig with him... [page 55]

People would stop me in the street to thank for being 'our' coach. It was humbling, but also guilt-inducing, because many of those who thanked me for doing a well-paid job that I loved led lives of day-to-day struggle. The gratitude and support I received from ordinary Indians was the most positive force I've ever encountered, in that it simultaneously lifted me and kept my feet on the ground. [page 70]

'the whole thing is that की भैया सबसे बड़ा रुपैया ('ki bhaiyya sabse bada rupaiyya')
I had many deep and meaningful pre-game discussions with Indian groundsmen, pointing out that we had two spinners, so would they please push the ropes back? Then the TV company would demand more space for the advertising hoardings, and when we arrived at the ground on match day the ropes would have come in again and I'd get dark looks from the spinners. Money talked a lot louder than I did. [page 113]

Yuvraj Singh's father, Yograj Singh, was a medium pacer who took 1 test wicket in his single test. Here's a clue: his sole scalp was a dashing left-hand opening bat from New Zealand who thrilled crowds the world over and later went into coaching. [page 117]

As our openers walked down the long flight of stairs to begin the chase, Viru told Sachin, "Don't say anything to me about my batting except 'go and lagao' - basically, go for it. Sachin replied, 'I'm going to get these guys.'

Decked out in military uniform, General Musharraf spoke of the two teams setting an example of co-existence. Once he'd get the serious stuff out of the way, he had both teams in fits of laughter, referring to the sweets we were being served as 'weapons of mass destruction'. He said he knew the Karachi match was getting tight when he saw Inzamam-ul-Haq dive for the crease for the first time in 14 years. [page 178-179]

On the security arrangements for the historic Indian tour of Pakistan in 2004: When our manager, Professor Shetty, Sourav Ganguly, and I went for a routine meeting with the match referee Ranjan Madugalle, there was more hardware in evidence than at the gunfight at OK Corral. ... Whatever you called it, it was a lot of trouble to go to just so that we could have a cup of coffee with the match referee.

© 2007, Abhinav Agarwal. All rights reserved.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Free enterprise near VT

Mumbai (formerly called Bombay) is a city of enterprise.
This is an image that has stayed with me... this person has found a need, namely, of cleaning people's ears, and has a mobile enterprise running out of a small pouch.
Consider this: VT (Victoria Terminus, now known as Chattrapati Shivaji Terminus and a UN World Heritage Site) is one of the busiest places on Earth: a few million people pass through this square every single day. More than twenty lakh people alight or board trains at VT. So this dude has got the location funda figured out pat. As have thousands of people who ply some trade or the other here.

© 2007, Abhinav Agarwal. All rights reserved. Reposted to this blog 2011.

Motilal Banarsidas

Motilal Banarsidas Publishers, MLBD as they are also known, are the oldest publishing house in India, established in 1903. They identify themselves as 'Indological publishers', with books on such categories as Advaita Vedanta, Ancient Indian history, Bhakti, Buddhism, and more. According to this article, MLBD was incorporated with a capital of Rs 27, in (then part of pre-partition India) Lahore. Motilal was the father, and Banarsidas the son (link). "When Banarsi Dass also died shortly after that in 1915, the responsibility for running the bookstore went to his younger brother, Sundar Lal Jain. Sundar Lal was soon joined by Shanti Lal, the only son of Banarsi Dass."
They moved to Patna initially, and then to Delhi: "The first branch of the business was established in Patna (Bihar) in 1937. After Partition in 1948, when the Jain family home and publishing house were burned to the ground during the riots, the Jains moved their headquarters to their branch office in Patna. Three years after that, they relocated to Varanasi. In 1958, they moved one final time to New Delhi."
 According to their managing director, they are the world's largest publisher of books on Buddhist teachings.
The point of this post is I discovered that they have a store in Bangalore, in Jayanagar! A month or two back I visited it for the first time, and then a couple of times more. On my last visit there I got permission to take some photos...

© 2011, Abhinav Agarwal. All rights reserved.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Widening of Hosur Road, Bangalore

 This below is a photo I took in November 2003 - at the time this BMW showroom was under construction.

And this below is a photo I took in December 2006 - you can see that the road widening project on Hosur Road has taken over the space at the side of the road.

© 2007, Abhinav Agarwal. All rights reserved. Reposted to this blog, 2011