Saturday, July 7, 2012

I WANT TO TRAVEL


Across the land
And over seas,
I want to travel,
Oh, I beg you please.

Many seasons are gone,
And several plans dashed,
But nothing of them has come,
And all hopes have crashed.

To travel means to see,
Places and people new,
Adventures too it brings,
Which are not in number few.

When I meet travellers,
In the walk of life,
They tell me their stories,
Some of fun, others of strife.

But through it all,
I've never met anyone
Who said travelling wasn't fun,
Who thought they should quit and run.

I want to travel
And see the world,
I want to know what it is like,
To have it before me unfurl.

And therefore,
Across the land
And over seas,
I want to travel,
Oh, I beg you please.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Up Close and Personal with Jonty Rhodes


Taking interviews has always been fun, but when the interviewee in question is fielding legend Jonty Rhodes, it’s a different issue altogether.

Eager to meet him, I waited for him to arrive at the decided time – 1.30pm. However, half past one came and went, and Jonty only made an appearance at 2.10pm, 20 minutes before his fielding camp at Mumbai’s Western Railway Cricket Ground was supposed to start. While waiting for him though, I had, if not a fun time, an interesting one at least. From 1.30pm to 2pm I walked around the perimeter of the grounds and, being dresses formally, got suitably stared at by the sportspersons present there. Since it was the ground at the Western Railway Sports Association, all the sportspersons were present. It was only post 2pm that the kids who were going to be a part of Jonty’s camp started arriving. No sooner had they entered the premises than they started worrying about their clothes and gear. One of them insited on changing into his protective guard right there, in the passageway! He would have, too, had it not been for one of the tall men, quite possibly one of the WR athletes, who put forth the idea that the child change in the men’s dressing room.

Did I say tall player? Oh my, were they tall, and how! Just that morning I’d been speaking with some colleagues about how Indian men aren’t tall, and here were these 6’4”, 6’5” specimens, whose sole agenda seemed to be to prove me wrong. And boy, were they good looking!

So, after all this, Jonty finally arrives and I went up to himt o ask about the interview. Turns out, he wasn’t aware there was supposed to be one! And since he was short on time, he couldn’t spare a few minutes then. Damn! I was told to return at 5.30pm, after the camp got over. Would he give me an interview then? Only time would tell...