Finally the Australians were comprehensively beaten by India 3-0 with one more test to be played in Delhi. Being an ardent supporter of Indian cricket team, I'm as happy as they come. However, I'm more surprised and taken aback by the fall of Australian cricket from its grace than the rise of the Indians as a Phoenix. India are a pretty fragile competitor which on a given do can perform both its best and worse. It's only our expectations that always amp up the tempo for them. Michael Clarke knows he has got an inhuman task in his hand ahead of the Ashes and once again, he will have to assume the identity of the great 'Allan Border', a trobleshooter. So international cricket is ready for a huge turnaround, watch out for the exciting times ahead.
It's really hard to switch on to a different language from the one you have constantly been tinkering with. I grew so accustomed to writing in Hindi in last few days that it started dawning on me that I might never be good again with my English. So this is a tester, ladies and gentlemen. Yesterday, one of my movie group friends, an American by nationality, questioned my fondness of documentaries. I specifically wrote in one of my columns that documentaries demand your unwavering attention and once you gave 'that' to them, you are rewarded much more handsomely than a proper, narrative, fictitious film. My reasoning for believing so is that a documentary is an experience of a creative process. It doesn't get made to 'entertain' you. They are there to reveal something to you. They teach you something. You get overwhelmed by them. 'Racing Extinction (2015)' was one such documentary. I watched it in last couple of days. I couldn't complete it in one ...
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