This 14th November will be a memorable day for me. Not because my children's school is functioning despite being children's day, or because it is Nehru's happy birth day, but, this day is the beginning of an End, yes end of an era called Sachin Tendulkar. He will be playing his 200th Test, one more record, and by this, i.e by 18th November (If the test lasts till then with WI's current form) the Master will bid adieu to test cricket.
For us, in Bangalore, the eve of 2nd test (13th Nov, today) was also memorable for so many reasons. The blind band from IDL held a huge canvas asking visitors to Lalbagh to sign a farewell message to Sachin, some ardent fans bursting crackers and lighting candles to steal the much wanted publicity with TV channels, a group of school children flying huge kite with the picture of Sachin to honour him. It was late in the evening that I had shock of my life. A student from Seattle, US of A, Graham Moyer-Stratton was introduced to me by a colleague of mine. Graham will be with us for next three months to learn the tricks and trade of journalism. Photojournalism included. So, I gave him a task of going through old files to have a feel on how and what kind of pictures DNA publishes. And, Graham was on to it. He also showed me his Fuji camera with 18mm lens with which he is going to click pictures, for now.
I was on my way to Lalbagh, to cover Sachin's farewell signature campaign by the IDL blind band. I thought I would take Graham with me and make him click few pictures. I asked him to accompany me and told him that we are going cover an assignment related to Sachin Tendulkar. Graham nodded. "By the way, you know who Saching Tendulkar is?" I asked out of curiosity. Graham thought for few seconds and said he doesn't who Sachin was. "What... You don't know him" I asked him again and also asked him 'You know the game of cricket?" to which Graham replied "it is a game I know, but I don't follow". SO, it's not Graham's fault in any way. But for us, the Indians, to whom cricketers are demigods, it was kind of a shocker. We can bare the police lathi to get a ticket, we can bare the torture of sitting in Sun for hours to watch our cricketers (even if they lose), why as a nation we have sacrificed all other games just to get the dubious distinction of Cricket loving nation. But, how can we ever digest someone saying he doesn't know Sachin (pssst... Graham don't know much about Don Bradman also). So I took Graham to Lalbagh, he clicked fans of Sachin sign farewell messages on Canvass, and hopefully his first published picture will be of Sachin related picture. What better honour can we bestow the master with? Where a person who dint knew Sachin till this minute is clicking the pictures of the great soul who with his magical touch had made the whole nation stop, skip the heart beat of his ardent fans and made the country and the cricketing world proud for years. Dearest Sachin, this I think is the best farewell gift from my side, of taking Graham with me to introduce who you are. Adios.
For us, in Bangalore, the eve of 2nd test (13th Nov, today) was also memorable for so many reasons. The blind band from IDL held a huge canvas asking visitors to Lalbagh to sign a farewell message to Sachin, some ardent fans bursting crackers and lighting candles to steal the much wanted publicity with TV channels, a group of school children flying huge kite with the picture of Sachin to honour him. It was late in the evening that I had shock of my life. A student from Seattle, US of A, Graham Moyer-Stratton was introduced to me by a colleague of mine. Graham will be with us for next three months to learn the tricks and trade of journalism. Photojournalism included. So, I gave him a task of going through old files to have a feel on how and what kind of pictures DNA publishes. And, Graham was on to it. He also showed me his Fuji camera with 18mm lens with which he is going to click pictures, for now.
I was on my way to Lalbagh, to cover Sachin's farewell signature campaign by the IDL blind band. I thought I would take Graham with me and make him click few pictures. I asked him to accompany me and told him that we are going cover an assignment related to Sachin Tendulkar. Graham nodded. "By the way, you know who Saching Tendulkar is?" I asked out of curiosity. Graham thought for few seconds and said he doesn't who Sachin was. "What... You don't know him" I asked him again and also asked him 'You know the game of cricket?" to which Graham replied "it is a game I know, but I don't follow". SO, it's not Graham's fault in any way. But for us, the Indians, to whom cricketers are demigods, it was kind of a shocker. We can bare the police lathi to get a ticket, we can bare the torture of sitting in Sun for hours to watch our cricketers (even if they lose), why as a nation we have sacrificed all other games just to get the dubious distinction of Cricket loving nation. But, how can we ever digest someone saying he doesn't know Sachin (pssst... Graham don't know much about Don Bradman also). So I took Graham to Lalbagh, he clicked fans of Sachin sign farewell messages on Canvass, and hopefully his first published picture will be of Sachin related picture. What better honour can we bestow the master with? Where a person who dint knew Sachin till this minute is clicking the pictures of the great soul who with his magical touch had made the whole nation stop, skip the heart beat of his ardent fans and made the country and the cricketing world proud for years. Dearest Sachin, this I think is the best farewell gift from my side, of taking Graham with me to introduce who you are. Adios.