2 Oct 2011

NICE GUYS DO WIN

It’s almost as if he sneaked up on court when everyone was looking the other way. But one glance at his shot-making and you know that Ajay Jayaram has worked hard to get here.

The 23-year-old made a great debut at the World Championships in London in August, toppling a higher-ranked opponent in the tournament. He shocked 15th seeded Kenichi Tago in the first round and gave sixth-seeded Jin Chen a run for his money in the round of 16 before bowing out. A good show at the Yonex-Sunrise Vietnam Open Grand Prix around a week later, where he reached the semi-finals, and Jayaram seems to be hitting all the right notes.

Validation also comes from a career-best ranking of 25, which he achieved earlier this month and has maintained since.

“He is a good player, and has had a great year with some memorable wins. Ajay has the potential to be even better. I am sure he will achieve it in the next few months,” says former All England champion Pullela Gopi Chand.

It’s surely a bumpy road ahead. Jayaram is not only snapping at the heels of India’s highest-ranked player Parupalli Kashyap (ranked two places higher), but is also racing against his compatriot for a spot in the London Olympics next year. “Ranking is important but the focus shouldn’t be on ranking or competing with Kashyap,” said Jayaram, before leaving for Tokyo for the Yonex Open Japan Super Series event which started on Tuesday. “I am looking at performing well at big tournaments like the Super Series events. I have shown that I am capable of beating top players. So now I am aiming at those victories consistently. The ranking will take care of itself. The first phase is the qualification for the London Olympics. That in itself is a race,” added Jayaram.

The comparisons though are hard to ignore. “Ajay is unorthodox, depending on an attacking game,” says Gopi Chand. “He picks good angles from different corners, making him an effective all-court player. Kashyap has a more all-round game but falters on the mental side. He has struggled more in close matches.”

Prakash Padukone, whose academy in Bangalore Jayaram earlier trained in, says it will be a close contest between the two. “At this stage, even though there are others closing in, it does look like either Ajay or Kashyap would get that (Olympic) berth. The one who remains injury-free, focused and more consistent will be on top at the end of the year.”

Jayaram’s father encouraged him to play the sport, and what began as a compulsion soon grew into an obsession. Jayaram willingly admits that without one man, his coach Tom John, this obsession would have been no fun. “He has brought a lot of change in my game. My approach itself is different now. He will push you, shout at you, abuse you and he really gets the best out of you. That’s his quality and it is working for me,” says Jayaram, smiling.

Former Portuguese national coach John was sold on the prospect of dedicating himself to the shy 22-year-old when he first saw Jayaram last year. “I spotted Ajay in Bangalore with many other players and he was in the bottom of the lot. I told him to train with me. I believed in him; he has taken that decision and that’s why we are sticking together,” says John.

Eccentric, stern and aggressive, John proved to be the perfect foil to the quiet ambition in Jayaram. He trained under his new coach in Portugal for three months in 2010 and constantly played tournaments during that time. Earlier this year, he started closing in on the big guys. He battled hard at the SCG Thailand Open Grand Prix against current world No. 6 Jin Chen (then ranked No. 4) in early June and then lost to former All England champion Muhammad Hafiz Hashim in three games at the Li Ning Singapore Open a few days later. It was no surprise then that in the space of a year, Jayaram went from languishing in the 60s to No. 25 in the world.

“Ajay is a talented player, but he lacked confidence. Playing abroad has given him the exposure that he needed and that has made him the more confident player that he is now,” says Padukone, the first Indian to win the prestigious All England Championships.

It took some time for that self-belief to slip into place. John, who truly believes a coach should be a father figure, had a plan in place to prepare Jayaram. “He plays more shots now than he used to and he is more difficult to read. If you are predictable in any sport, it is easy for your opponent to understand you. If you have a lot of variation, then you can confuse your opponent and that is the big change we are working towards,” says John.

The biggest change, though, has come from within. Jayaram has been able to work on his temperament, which many saw as a weakness in his initial years. “I want to make him an aggressive individual, not a nice boy. Nice people don’t win. You have to be mean and a street fighter,” says John, laughing.

“We wouldn’t be going through all the tough training if we did not believe that he is capable of winning an Olympic medal. When the Olympics comes, everything changes and how well you are playing a month before that matters,” John says. “He has largely played well against top players, so the pressure will be on them to perform. Anything is possible if you believe you can do it.”

Gopi Chand believes that there isn’t a huge gap between Jayaram and his higher-ranked opponents. “It is all about self-belief,” Gopi Chand says. “If he can convert those tough close games into victory, the next ones will come more easily.”

*Wrote this piece for the Mint edition of Hindustan Times*

29 May 2011

Of Lunch Breaks and more...

He sits there behind an old, rusty, over-used billing machine, spectacles perched on his nose, his eyes tired yet darting around to check on each and everyone seated in front of him.

He slouches over his little chair all day, quietly taking his plate of food to a corner of the small hall before the crowd comes in each time. He looks up at the tiny TV set fixed high up on one corner of the wall as he polishes his meagre portions of dal-chawal-sabzi, wipes his mouth and gets back behind the counter.

He has only two people helping him serve the many hungry employees who come in for a bite, a meal or just a few conversations over some wafers and biscuits.

Anna, as we call him, (at most times with irritation) is our man at the canteen. Ask him for a plate of steamed rice and he would have rattled off the entire menu that could (or could not!) be eaten with it. It really did not matter that you only wanted some chawal! Tell him you want 2 chappatis and he would ask his man to give you 4. You finish your meal at last and go over to settle the bill and he would suggest a hundred things to have for dessert!

I was never one of his favourite customers as I found one too many occasions to give the old man a tough tough time. I either grumbled about his not-so generous portions, or his watery dal, his stingy jam sandwiches, or the runny maggi.

I silently smirked with my colleagues and friends as he, with some level of exasperation, would try to find a way to shut me up. He confidently uttered 'Ho jayega.. Chaka-Chak' as if that word would do magic and transform the abysmal dish to something utterly beautiful!

But soon enough my tantrums grew on him. He got used to and even prepared himself for the many trials my friends and I put him through.

He stopped rattling off the additions to our plate, but after suggesting I indulge in a piece of the plum cake next to his cash register, he would also remind me the next day of my gaining weight - chuckling with the rest as I seethed. So the old man was finally retaliating..!

That did not stop us from troubling him. As we left after lunch, we would at times sneak up to the huge white board with the day's menu written on it and re-create our own menu. So that COLD COFFEE became OLD COFFEE, STEAM RICE became STEAM ICE, CHICKEN CURRY turned into CHICK CURRY and BADAM MILK was now BAD MILK..!

He would never realise it till the canteen broke into titters, leaving Anna all flustered and miffed.

To give him some credit, Anna learned to laugh with us and lighten up a bit.

There were many times when we skipped meals due to our shoots or ate out instead. He would then enquire about me.

We had given our old man Anna, a slice of humour to spice up his bland canteen!

22 May 2011

Forward Planning

The IPL will be done and dusted with at the end of this month. The Indian cricket team will be happily sent off and I will (hopefully) have a month (atleast) of quiet around here. Time then to do all that I missed doing all these months:

1) Take that much-needed vacation and go to some place nice and cool to just relax and unwind

2) Swimming: There is a lovely pool in my complex. Might as well check it out and learn to swim while I am at it. :)

3) Start playing tennis again with Mulls - the weekends under lights (can't wait!)

4) Read 'Love in the Time of Cholera'. That has been on the shelf for years!

5) Buy some painting supplies and draw some. I know I miss it terribly and would just love to paint all over again.

6) Read up about new recipes and experiment a bit. I loved doing that briefly this month - could make it a weekly routine in June

7) Finish that home-shopping that I started earlier this month.


That's about it for now I guess. It will be great if I could get started on these. I will consider this space hugely inspirational! :)

And now I tag Pavitra to pen down her list of things to do in June.

9 May 2011

'SAY CHEESE MR FLETCHER'

I googled Duncan Fletcher and the screen lit up with a number of pieces on his next stint with the Indian cricket team, his biodata, his wiki link, his childhood days... The number of search results exceeding that of the infamous Greg Chappell by a mile.

But I was not too keen on that. I clicked on the images tab and the page flooded with hundreds of pictures of the man in question. His chubby face in every possible angle, clothed in every english jersey that was ever made during his tenure (a handful donning the Proteas colours too). And almost every photograph had Duncan Andrew Fletcher looking hard at something (or someone) at a distance, his gaze fixed on the target and the mouth in a firm thin line.

I rummaged through the snaps, marvelling at the limitless patience with which all these lenses waited and ended up capturing the now-to-be-familiar stoic-ness of Mr Duncan Fletcher.

He was pensive and then he was curious. He was stern, he was all discipline. At some places, he was worried. At other times, a tad cautious. The cameramen snapped the seemingly reclusive Duncan Fletcher in every emotion that registered on his jawline and the wrinkles on his forehead... but never reached his eyes.

Even the title of his book, 'Behind the Shades', probably gives away a part of his innate nature and his core. There have been stories of his not-so-happy times with the English side. And incidently many of his dispassionate-looking photos have appeared in the blues of the poms.

After pouring through the many images of the unflappable Duncan, I managed to chance upon a picture at last of the old man letting out a laugh. And truly could not fathom what brought upon that rare moment in the canvas..

I imagined a joke being cracked - one that the old man had probably never heard before. So in one of those hard-to-imagine conspiratorial moments where everything fell into place, Duncan Fletcher grinned.

I smiled thinking of the lucky photographer who managed to get the shutter to fire at exactly that moment!

Just one photo in a myriad of otherwise glum, ponderous, almost sedate snapshots of the next Indian coach. It's clearly a position that not many fancy, a few stay away from and others whisper the horrors of, in empty corridors of big air-conditioned offices.

And I wondered, surely Fletcher would think of arming himself with more than just those glares, piercing eyes and smoldering expressions if he were to come out of the 2 years unscathed..!

A joke book maybe, videos of the best stand-up comics, the top 10 english comedies perhaps.... the options are endless.

That's because Mr Fletcher, you are about to coach the number 1 squad in Tests, a team that has just won the World Cup and is led by, whom many claim, the coolest customer in cricket and a man of many laughs.

So at times, a hearty chuckle could probably be the lone thing that will see you through the day...!

7 Mar 2011

OUT OF EXILE...

A soulful search along the shores of my memory
For the core of what made me...
The waves that lashed over me to recede away from something new
each time...
The winds that blew past me
and changed her course from the cold
each time...
Feet burying into soft wet sand
sinking into footprints that live a second
each time...
My skirt is damp sticking to my thighs
The skin tingles in the cold...
shivers as the chillness
hangs around me like an icy cloak ... moulding what is me.
The waves come and go...
with a new thought in my head.
a new shred of a new self...
slipping into place
effortlessly
like it was always there
embedded under my skin
unmindful of its birth, its origin

I change
but eyes can't tell
how or when.

I change
unaware to the self.

I
am always a new me.