I have been thinking about changing the look of this blog for a while now. I have taken the first few steps on Tuesday (28-7-2009) by adding one of photos and opting for a new layout. But still a few more things have to be done which I hope to do in the coming weeks.
It has been a rather sedate two weeks as my life travelled through the familiar routes between home and office. The only point of interest has been an offer from my friend -- Greg Landsdowne -- to write in his magazine 'Big Hitter' and hopefully things will fall in place in the coming days.
Writing for a magazine has always fascinated me because it allows you that extra bit of time to work on the stories, something you cannot expect in a daily. The quality of your story, I believe, is bound to increase and of course you can also write about 1500 words, helping to incorporate more ideas.
The biggest challenge of a magazine writer is to think of a fresh angle as you will often be dealing with a subject that has already been written a lot in various newspapers.
I agree that magazine writers may miss the thrill of day-to-day reporting, especially something big happens, or the buzz of bringing out the edition on a special occasion.
Despite all that, I still fancy shifting to a magazine at some point of time in future. By no means I am a perfectionist, but I have been a constant explorer to find ways to improve as a writer and trying to walk away from the trodden path. I might have experienced a few fumblings on the way, but I hope to learn and emerge stronger from those falls.
Hopefully, I can give a new impetus to the process during the next week when I will don my thinking hat to find a story for my friend.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A VALUABLE LESSON
Perhaps, it is not always necessary to interact with great persons to learn lessons. Their mere presence can instill a fresh perspective in you. I had such an experience many years ago, though the frustration of missing an opportunity to meet a well-known philanthropist and spiritual leader still lingers in my mind.
I don't remember the year or day, but it was some 15 years ago that I briefly met, the only time in my life, this pious man with a saintly face and a touching, expressive laugh --Sri Sri Ravishankar.
I would not have remembered that chancy, but highly remarkable, meeting if I would not have gone through one my colleague's blog that was written on the occasion of Guru Poornima.
A staunch devotee of Lord Guruvayoorappan, I grabbed the chance to perform a concert (Carnatic vocal) in the Guruvayooor temple with an elated heart. Never mind it was my 9th concert in front of my favourite deity.
I got a timing of 1 hr 30 minutes to sing from 6 pm, and it was the temple's rush hour. There was nearly 1500 attendees in the mantap (hall) and, by God's grace, I was able to catch their attention. But towards the end of my programme there was a commotion near the left entrance of the stage, and I saw a man clad in white entering the hall and listening the last 7-10 minutes of my rendetion -- the penultimate number was Aparadhamula Norva (Raga-Rasali) and then the customary mangalam Pavamana in raga Sourashtram.
On my way out one of the organisers led me to the person, and he said, "Good, fluent voice. Let the God bless you to keep it alright." My reply was limited to a rather quick and polite "Thanks" before hurrying towards my friends and relatives.
Though it was a very brief meeting, the image of the person was not faded from my mind, and later my cousin, Ramanathan, told who he was. I cursed myself for missing a golden chance to meet a much-reverred individual in detail.
It taught me a fine lesson -- never squander the chance to meet a great personality for you might not a get a second chance.
I don't remember the year or day, but it was some 15 years ago that I briefly met, the only time in my life, this pious man with a saintly face and a touching, expressive laugh --Sri Sri Ravishankar.
I would not have remembered that chancy, but highly remarkable, meeting if I would not have gone through one my colleague's blog that was written on the occasion of Guru Poornima.
A staunch devotee of Lord Guruvayoorappan, I grabbed the chance to perform a concert (Carnatic vocal) in the Guruvayooor temple with an elated heart. Never mind it was my 9th concert in front of my favourite deity.
I got a timing of 1 hr 30 minutes to sing from 6 pm, and it was the temple's rush hour. There was nearly 1500 attendees in the mantap (hall) and, by God's grace, I was able to catch their attention. But towards the end of my programme there was a commotion near the left entrance of the stage, and I saw a man clad in white entering the hall and listening the last 7-10 minutes of my rendetion -- the penultimate number was Aparadhamula Norva (Raga-Rasali) and then the customary mangalam Pavamana in raga Sourashtram.
On my way out one of the organisers led me to the person, and he said, "Good, fluent voice. Let the God bless you to keep it alright." My reply was limited to a rather quick and polite "Thanks" before hurrying towards my friends and relatives.
Though it was a very brief meeting, the image of the person was not faded from my mind, and later my cousin, Ramanathan, told who he was. I cursed myself for missing a golden chance to meet a much-reverred individual in detail.
It taught me a fine lesson -- never squander the chance to meet a great personality for you might not a get a second chance.
Monday, July 6, 2009
WATCHING THE MASTER, AND HOW!!
Friday, July 6, 2007. It will always remain a special day in my life. I watched the greatest tennis player in the history, Roger Federer, on that slightly hot London afternoon at the Wimbledon Centre Court . But I also met a man with a golden heart.
The Swiss maestro was playing against Spain's Juan Carlos Ferrero in the quarterfinals, but I could not have watched that match without the help of a magnanimous, London policeman.
I was standing outside the gates of Wimbledon waiting for a colleague to get my temporary pass that allows entry into the press box, shopping area and the cafes. After a considerable wait, I decided to take some rest and sat on the pavement. Then I saw an elderly cop approaching me, and the first thought crossed my mind was I did something wrong sitting on the sidewalk. But the 45-something gentleman suddenly pushed something into my hand and said, "Young man go and watch the match. Tough to get tickets these days." He walked off without even giving me a chance to offer my gratitiude.
Still it did not struck me that I had a ticket to watch the matches at the Centre Court. I could not believe it once I realised what I had in my sweaty palms, and without wasting much time I rushed to the Centre Court to catch some action. The policeman could have sold that ticket worth GBP 60 to someone for an amount of his wish. But he chose to give it to me, the bells of St Paul's Cathedral might have rang then.
Back to action. Federer and Ferrero was warming up when I took the seat, and the next few hours I saw the master in two different zones.
In the first phase, Federer was struggling with his shots, and the precision of his opponent. He won the first set 7-6, but lost the second.
The third and fourth sets saw the re-emergence of Federer, the El Magnifico. The Swiss was all fluid grace -- serving smooth and big, unfurling some silky but powerful groundstrokes. It was like watching a Rolls Royce Phantom in full throttle -- all power and elegance with minimum fuss. It was an unforgettable sight, a pure genius in action and such moments make your life as a sports journalist worth the toil. Thank you Roger for a wonderful show.
But it would not have happened for that kind-hearted, but still unknown cop. Thank you sir!
The Swiss maestro was playing against Spain's Juan Carlos Ferrero in the quarterfinals, but I could not have watched that match without the help of a magnanimous, London policeman.
I was standing outside the gates of Wimbledon waiting for a colleague to get my temporary pass that allows entry into the press box, shopping area and the cafes. After a considerable wait, I decided to take some rest and sat on the pavement. Then I saw an elderly cop approaching me, and the first thought crossed my mind was I did something wrong sitting on the sidewalk. But the 45-something gentleman suddenly pushed something into my hand and said, "Young man go and watch the match. Tough to get tickets these days." He walked off without even giving me a chance to offer my gratitiude.
Still it did not struck me that I had a ticket to watch the matches at the Centre Court. I could not believe it once I realised what I had in my sweaty palms, and without wasting much time I rushed to the Centre Court to catch some action. The policeman could have sold that ticket worth GBP 60 to someone for an amount of his wish. But he chose to give it to me, the bells of St Paul's Cathedral might have rang then.
Back to action. Federer and Ferrero was warming up when I took the seat, and the next few hours I saw the master in two different zones.
In the first phase, Federer was struggling with his shots, and the precision of his opponent. He won the first set 7-6, but lost the second.
The third and fourth sets saw the re-emergence of Federer, the El Magnifico. The Swiss was all fluid grace -- serving smooth and big, unfurling some silky but powerful groundstrokes. It was like watching a Rolls Royce Phantom in full throttle -- all power and elegance with minimum fuss. It was an unforgettable sight, a pure genius in action and such moments make your life as a sports journalist worth the toil. Thank you Roger for a wonderful show.
But it would not have happened for that kind-hearted, but still unknown cop. Thank you sir!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
KERALA FLAVOUR
It was during one of those busy match days during the World T20 that my friend Harish Kotian announced to me the news of finding a Kerala restuarant in Nottingham. In fact, it did not surprise me at all since you may find a Malayali food court even in the remotest area of Alaska.
On my return visit to Nottingham, I decided to check the restuarant and it was a short walk from the City Centre. The name itself had a Malayali touch to it, Kayal (it means backwater), and the ambience transported me back to my home state for a moment .
The staff were very courteous and it came as no surprise as many of them were working in Taj Group. My tour-mates Harish, Moses and Neeru immediately liked the atmosphere and what followed was even better.
The food was excellent with real Kerala flavour. It was heartening to see that, for once, a restuarant has not changed the way of cooking to suit the English taste buds. Many Indian eat outs do that mistake, they alter the way of cooking and items are a shame to Indian cuisine. Just for an example, Chicken Tikka Masala is a hot menu in India. But in UK you will get a bland curry mixed with tomato sause and a variety of spices, and what more it is accepted as the national food of British.
So normally, I stick to Mexican, Italian or Greek restuarants where you will get authentic dishes of the respective countries. After all how much change you can bring to Salsa Magic, Pasta or Papas Cronos!!
But Kayal changed my prejudiced opinion about Indian food courts in UK. It made me convinced that you can prepare some really spicy food and still attract a lot of locals. Well done guys!
Their masterpiece is vegetarian/non-vegetarian thali in which your tongue will experience a good number of items in those categories, and all of them carry the aroma of Kerala to some 7000 kms away.
Try it out if you happened to be in Nottingham. You'll love it.
Here goes a sample: Veg thali: Rice, Sambar, Rasam, Upperi (Palya/Puriyal), Avial (assortment of vegetables), green-piece curry (not exactly a Kerala dish), mango pickle, papadam (applam), Mor curry (Mor Kuzhambu), Erisseri (a dish made of raw banana) = GBP 6.50.
Non-Veg thali: Rice, Upperi (Palya/Puriyal), mango pickle, papadam (applam), Kozhi Porichathu (Chicken fry), Kozhi curry (chicken curry), Erachi Ulathiyathu (Scrambled mutton), Meen pollichathu (Boiled fish), and Mutta thoran (Scrambled egg) = GBP 7.50.
On my return visit to Nottingham, I decided to check the restuarant and it was a short walk from the City Centre. The name itself had a Malayali touch to it, Kayal (it means backwater), and the ambience transported me back to my home state for a moment .
The staff were very courteous and it came as no surprise as many of them were working in Taj Group. My tour-mates Harish, Moses and Neeru immediately liked the atmosphere and what followed was even better.
The food was excellent with real Kerala flavour. It was heartening to see that, for once, a restuarant has not changed the way of cooking to suit the English taste buds. Many Indian eat outs do that mistake, they alter the way of cooking and items are a shame to Indian cuisine. Just for an example, Chicken Tikka Masala is a hot menu in India. But in UK you will get a bland curry mixed with tomato sause and a variety of spices, and what more it is accepted as the national food of British.
So normally, I stick to Mexican, Italian or Greek restuarants where you will get authentic dishes of the respective countries. After all how much change you can bring to Salsa Magic, Pasta or Papas Cronos!!
But Kayal changed my prejudiced opinion about Indian food courts in UK. It made me convinced that you can prepare some really spicy food and still attract a lot of locals. Well done guys!
Their masterpiece is vegetarian/non-vegetarian thali in which your tongue will experience a good number of items in those categories, and all of them carry the aroma of Kerala to some 7000 kms away.
Try it out if you happened to be in Nottingham. You'll love it.
Here goes a sample: Veg thali: Rice, Sambar, Rasam, Upperi (Palya/Puriyal), Avial (assortment of vegetables), green-piece curry (not exactly a Kerala dish), mango pickle, papadam (applam), Mor curry (Mor Kuzhambu), Erisseri (a dish made of raw banana) = GBP 6.50.
Non-Veg thali: Rice, Upperi (Palya/Puriyal), mango pickle, papadam (applam), Kozhi Porichathu (Chicken fry), Kozhi curry (chicken curry), Erachi Ulathiyathu (Scrambled mutton), Meen pollichathu (Boiled fish), and Mutta thoran (Scrambled egg) = GBP 7.50.
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