For years, I found myself lost when people around me discussed cricket. Everything changed when 'Dhoni' happened. Lured by the Helicopter shot, I actually began to sit and watch cricket.
As a human being, we desire to belong to a group and participate in the conversations happening around us. We are social animals after all! And when a group of boys gather together and start discussing bat and ball, it is very natural for us to feel left out from the conversation.
Maybe we enjoy cricket too. Maybe we cheer for Dhoni and Kohli, as the men in blue blaze on in the outfield. But our maybes are often drowned in the surety of the assumption that girls do not ‘get’ cricket. For years, I found myself lost when people around me discussed cricket. Whatever little I had to say was trivial and of no consequence whatsoever. Gradually, I began to step back from conversations, feeling uninvited. At the pinnacle of this problem, I attended an entire semester of lectures where the professor and the male students discussed test matches and ODIs with a great passion for the most part of the class. The only female in the group, I listened, but I could never really contribute anything – again!
Everything changed when ‘Dhoni’ happened. Lured by the Helicopter shot, I actually began to sit and watch cricket. World Cups and IPLs followed. From then on, my cricket hysteria has known no bounds.
With more girls coming out to play and Mithali, Harmanpreet and Mayanti becoming household names, it is time we women pull up our socks, get to learn the game and participate in proper cricket conversations. This was the objective behind creating an exclusive Facebook page called ‘Maidens Over’ – To engage women in conversations around cricket.
Do visit the page and engage in dialogue and discussion.
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This strange love story reminds me of Princess Diana when she gave an interview about Prince Charles - "There were three of us in this marriage!”
This love was flawed and broken the way only we humans know how to break things with our ego, pride, insecurity and complexities!
Where do I even begin to tell the story of how deep a love can be, how it transcends time, place and people. Perhaps this is a story about how women are their own worst enemies. Either way it is a story that tells us how frail, fragile and fraught we are as humans and how much we hurt each other.
This love story began when I was two years old. Growing up in India in a culture that wove love stories like Laila Majnu, Heer Ranjha and the epic symbol of love, the Taj Mahal, into the very fabric of our existence, love was always an integral part of our lives.
One such love story was of a boy and a girl who were neighbours. The boy, an athlete, artist and a poet, found his muse in this shy, thoughtful and in her own way poetic girl, who seemed to worship the very ground he walked on. Her face could be found in all the paintings he created, and her name in every poem he wrote. The girl called him Sagar, which means ocean, symbolizing his all-encompassing love for her.
Everything thing was going well; their wedding date was being finalized, till the boy’s older brother who was a doctor in the same little town, got accepted into Stanford Medical School to do his MS.
Earlier my husband would say, 'Arey! What is there in making dal-roti? It's so simple.' After he had to cook everyday when I was ill, he has stopped saying that to me!
“Arey! What is there to do in making dal roti? Put a handful of lentils in the cooker and let it whistle and make two rotis. After all, how long will it take?” A handful of dal (lentils) and two rotis! This is the story of every woman and no one seems to understand.
Some time ago, after a shopping spree, my husband and I entered the house, exhausted. I had just about kept all the bags aside, when my husband said, “I am very hungry, can you make something.”
I looked at my husband in amazement and thought, ‘He had just had food, how did he get hungry again so soon?’
My husband, as if he had read my face, said, “Arey! You know that my stomach is not filled with outside food. Just make dal roti. What is there to do in making dal roti? Put a handful of lentils in the cooker and let it whistle and make two rotis. After all, how long will it take?”
‘Is this the way dal (lentils) and roti are made?’ The thought came to my mind. ‘After all, I also went along and now I am tired too.’ I was also getting angry at myself that after all, I had spoiled the habit of everyone in the house.
In this interview, Cricket player and Coach, Lakshmi Hariharan shares her thoughts on her sporting journey as well as women's cricket.
In this interview, Cricket player and Coach, Lakshmi Hariharan shares her thoughts on her sporting journey as well as women’s cricket.
Lakshmi Hariharan is a 39-year-old Cricket Coach who lives in Bangalore. She loves to read books and watch old Test matches on television. She finds playing Badminton and Table Tennis invigorating and she makes it a habit to keep up with the latest news. She eagerly watches all kinds of sports in her free time. Here’s what she has to say about her unique experience playing national level cricket and being a cricket coach.
Yes. I started playing sports at the age of eight. I played different sports, but cricket has always been my favourite. I was drawn to this game, and I continue to play it with the same fervour till date. However, badminton was the first sport that I played at a professional level at the age of 13.
I was a professional cricketer prior to becoming a coach.I have represented Kerala, and then Karnataka at the national, zonal and state level. These tournaments gave me an opportunity to get noticed for national selections. These games provided me a very good platform and base.
Until the cut motion in Parliament and the possible fall of the Government upstaged it, it looked as though the saga of Lalit Modi would be ‘breaking news’ on every TV channels worth its salt. Well, one good thing that’s possibly emerged from the IPL hoopla is that cheerleaders may no longer be used at the games. I say ‘possibly’, because the decision isn’t yet clear.
Now, when the cheerleading thing first started 2 years ago, most of the objections that came in were from the perspective that they were ‘against Indian culture.’ By that logic, Rakhi Sawant and the legion of item girls who work in Hindi movies should have been banned a long time ago, but then logic is not the strong suit of Indian politicians.No, my objection to cheerleading is nothing to do with Indian culture or even with the outfits the cheerleaders wear. It is simply an objection to the whole premise behind the practice of cheerleading, which is that men play, and women cheer. My friend Rashmi, who’s started up this group on Facebook, ‘Say No to Cheerleaders’ explains it very well – so I’m just going to quote her here. She is talking about an exchange she had with her daughter.
Me: “S, do you want to attend the Cricket coaching camp with your brother ?”
S: “Is that where they teach girls to dance when the boys play cricket ?”