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Friday, July 27, 2012

‘Gorkhaland: Crisis of Statehood’ by Romit Bagchi

Black Darjeeling
"Eulogising darkness in his typical mystic phrase, T. S. Eliot wrote, 'I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you, which shall be the darkness of God… So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness, the dancing.''
"However, the residents of Darjeeling have since long ceased to be mystified by these profound poetical outpourings swelling from a deeply philosophical soul. They are now resolved to wage a crusade instead against what they call primordial darkness enveloping in a timeless stagnancy the vegetating life of the town epitomised in the queer-sounding phrase 'Black Darjeeling.''
"'Black Darjeeling' is the theme coined for a film festival organised by the mass communication department of St Joseph's College, Darjeeling. The students presented the darker stories from Darjeeling from the perspective of a critical observer in the form of ten short films. Each individually deals with a particular issue, one blow at a time in a ruthless swipe.'
"According to Vikram Rai, a lecturer of the college and one of the principal organisers of the film festival 'with a difference,' the topics range from the terminally ailing Cinchona plantations, the voiceless wailing of old age to the withering of the vulnerable youth wallowing in the marshy quagmire of alcoholism and prostitution."
(p. 293, 'Gorkhaland: Crisis of Statehood' by Romit Bagchi – Sage)

Sunday, July 15, 2012

‘The Politics of the (Im)Possible’ – Ed: Barnita Bagchi

Everyone is downstream
"As I write these words, Canada is engaged in the largest industrial project in the world: the extraction of oil from the so-called tar sands in north-eastern Alberta. The project involves tearing up enormous swaths of hunting territory, producing massive tailing ponds, sapping rivers, constructing a grid of pipelines from the north and the west and to the south and the east, using the so-called clean natural gas to produce greenhouse spewing oil, importing workers from around the world, and pumping pollutants into once pristine rivers. The oil produced is to be sold as a 'secure' energy source to feed the voracious market of the United States for individualised transportation. From an ecological perspective, it is a kind of madness.'
"On the front line of the struggle against this project are the Cree and Chipweyan communities directly downstream, though the network of indigenous and environmental activists working to oppose the insanity name their annual gatherings 'Everyone Is Downstream'… If the Mikisew Cree are seen as 'traditionalists' romantically attached to an outmoded form of social organisation, capitalism need not look back at what it leaves in its wake and can even praise itself for offering up a few 'jobs' to this backwater territory."
(p. 59, Peter Kulchyski's essay titled 'Echo of an Impossible Return' in 'The Politics of the (Im)Possible' – Ed: Barnita Bagchi – Sage) 

‘Cracking IT Campus Interviews’ by Deepa Jain

Handling conflicts
"Interviewer: How would you handle a conflict in a team: Suppose you want to do something in one way and your team-mate wants to do it in an entirely different style?'
"Soumya: I will discuss all the styles with the team along with the positive and negative sides. Then we can go for the best approach and sometimes even make the chosen approach better by incorporating some ideas from the other approaches.'
"Interviewer: How can you be so sure of handling it like this: Do you have any experience?'
"Soumya: Yes, sir, I faced a somewhat similar situation. Three of us were participating in a treasure hunt competition in the Tech Fest, and all three of us interpreted the clues very differently and felt that our individual interpretation was right. It was a sure-shot formula for losing. But I could mediate it like this and because our approach was very logical, we finally won.'
"Interviewer: They were friends but it might not work out in an office environment where people don't want to listen to you.'
"Soumya: In that situation, we will need to involve the manager in the discussion to arrive at a decision.'
"Interviewer: If you are sure that your viewpoint is the best one, would you not want to speak to the manager directly and try to convince him that your approach is the best way to go?'
"Soumya: I think we should not do that; involving everyone should be the right way.'
"Interviewer: Well said, Soumya! That was the last question I had to ask you today. Let me know if you have got any questions for me.'
"Soumya: Yes, sir, can you please tell me about computer-related areas that I should prepare for before joining?'
"Interviewer: That's a very good question, Soumya. It would become easy for you if you could get a basic understanding of Java and databases. I presume you are not familiar with these technologies as they are not mentioned in your CV.'
"Soumya: Yes, sir, I am not familiar with them but I will start learning now.'
"Interviewer: Bye, Soumya.'
"Soumya: Thanks, sir. Bye."
(pp. 153-4, 'Cracking IT Campus Interviews' by Deepa Jain - TMH)

‘Cracking the System Software Interview’ by Sandhya Mannarswamy and SG Ganesh

Live lock
"Here is a practical example to illustrate live lock. Consider two cars which have reached the two opposite ends of a very narrow bridge. Only one car can pass the bridge at a time. Each car starts first to enter the bridge, sees that the other car is attempting to do the same, and reverses back. This keeps happening and none of the cars makes progress. Though there is continuous change in the state of the cars namely 'starting the engine, checking the position of the other car, and reversing back,' there is no progress made by either of the cars. Hence this situation is called a live lock.'
"Consider two threads T1 and T2. Thread T1 makes a change and thread T2 undoes the change. When this change and undoing the change are done continuously by T1 and T2, it will appear as though lots of work is getting done, but no progress is made. So, this is a 'live lock.'"
(p. 157, 'Cracking the System Software Interview' by Sandhya Mannarswamy and SG Ganesh - TMH)

‘Revolution 2.0’ by Wael Ghonim

Angry Birds
"Sometime later the guard received a phone call from the interrogator. He woke me and asked me to get up quickly and speak to an officer.'
"The interrogator's voice came over the phone. 'Your e-mail password is not working.''
"'Then one of my friends must have changed it,' I replied, trying to keep the happiness out of my voice.'
"'And why would they change it?' he asked angrily.'
"'Because they are worried about me and they're trying to keep me out of danger.''
"'What danger?' he interrupted. 'What are you hiding in the e-mail?''
"'I'm not hiding anything, I swear,' I said, 'but it certainly has the names of people who planned to participate in the demonstration and who helped with the designs and volunteered on the page.''
"How had Nadine or Najeeb realised that I had disappeared so quickly? This question gnawed at me. It is true that I had been praying that one of them would miraculously find out about my abduction, but had my prayers really been answered?'
"I would later learn that Najeeb had noticed on Thursday night that I stopped posting on the Facebook page and on Twitter. He knew that even though these social networks were blocked, I could easily use proxy technology to gain access. So he got worried. He tried to call me on Friday and Saturday, without success. When nothing happened to ease his anxiety, he decided on Sunday that he must change the password on the 'Kullena Khaled Said' Gmail account. I only gave Najeeb access to the Facebook page account; I had not given him or Nadine access to the e-mail account. He could not ask the company to make the change (Gmail belongs to Google), as he didn't want to disclose any anonymous admin identity to anyone. He tried using the 'forget password' option, but even though he knew a lot about me, he could not answer the secret question. He noticed, however, that the password could be sent to another address, which I had entered as backup. This other address was my personal Gmail account.'
"Najeeb called my wife, who by now was extremely worried about me. He asked if I had left any personal computers at home, and she said yes. Shortly thereafter he went to my home in Dubai to try to access every computer and see if he could get into my personal e-mail account. He looked through three laptops that I had at home, but none of them had a password that he or my wife could guess. He then asked if I had left a cell phone. She got him my personal mobile tablet. That phone was password-protected too, but my wife suddenly remembered that Isra would know the password – she loved to play Angry Birds on my phone. Isra immediately entered the password on the mobile tablet. Najeeb got all the information he needed, in addition to a list of my friends' names and their phone numbers. He was finally able to change the password on the 'Kullena Khaled Said' account, and then he began making as many international calls as he could to find out if anyone knew where I was. Angry Birds probably saved many Egyptians whose full names were in my in-box a lot of hassle!"
(pp. 229-31, 'Revolution 2.0: The power of the people is greater than the people in power' by Wael Ghonim - Harper)

‘A Peacock in the Land of Penguins’ by BJ Gallagher Hateley and Warren H. Schmidt

Lively exchanges of differing views
"Here,
workers and bosses
didn't waste
time and energy
pretending to be 
something different
from what they were.'

"They knew
that they needed
many different kinds of birds
in order to thrive
in the turbulent and competent
Sea of Organisations.'

"And they knew that
the most important requirement
for organisational success
is acceptance and trust.'

"It is acceptance and trust
that makes it possible 
for each bird
to sing its own song –
confident that it will be heard –
even by those
who sing with a different voice.'

"All the birds
expressed themselves freely,
and their lively exchanges
of differing views
ensured
that their work
and their ways
were constantly improving.'

"Best of all,
they had confidence 
in their leaders,
birds of many kinds
who had risen to 
their positions
through talent,
skill,
and ability."
(pp. 88-91, 'A Peacock in the Land of Penguins' by BJ Gallagher Hateley and Warren H. Schmidt - Harper)

‘The Purple Line’ by Priyamvada N. Purushotham

Pact
"I thought about Leela's cherubic face. Even in the delivery room in her hospital gown, she had a small black dot on her forehead. She had died a sumangali, auspiciously. Only, she had died too young. She was twenty-four.'
"I felt anger well up inside me. I wanted to go to her mother-in-law and scream: Are you happy now? Your daughter-in-law has died unwidowed just like you wanted. Medically, there was nothing I could have done to save her. An amniotic fluid embolism is a rare and not fully understood medical emergency. You can't diagnose it, you can't treat it. But I was angry with myself for the twinge of jealousy I had felt every time Leela walked into my consultation room with a coy smile on her face, looking pristine and untarnished, as if life had always been kind to her and she to it, as if they had made a pact to smoothly ride the journey together without making mistakes. And that, I realised, was the saddest part; that she had never experimented, never explored, never fallen down to fit the pieces of herself back together, that she had sailed slickly along, making everyone happy.'
"Her death coincided with her daughter's birth and they would always be like parallel train tracks that never meet. It was as if her heart had waited, waited patiently for twenty-four years to give birth to that baby before collapsing. I sat looking at the boy who sat looking at the flames that sat looking at the little girl who, for one moment, looked at me. Her eyes glowed in the light of the flames and she seemed to be asking why, why I had not saved her mother and why I had brought her into this world motherless and naked like an ill-fated twig."
(pp. 123-4, 'The Purple Line' by Priyamvada N. Purushotham – Harper)

‘Asura: Tale of the vanquished’ by Anand Neelakantan

Defence mechanism of the rich
"Nervously I moved towards the chariot. As I neared, the Prince held out his hand to me. I shrank from touching the royal fingers, but in a swift move, he pulled me into the chariot. A gasp went through the crowd. A lowly, stinking beggar sharing a ride with the Asura Prince? I felt proud. Not once had his father, whom I had dared to think of as a friend, make any such gesture. Then I turned and saw the hatred in the eyes of my foster son. I shared his shame. The prince was scoring a political point by sharing his moment of glory with a lowly person. It was perhaps a noble gesture from a genuine heart, but I was so weighed down by my experiences in life that I could not bring myself to think benevolently. Everything the rich and the mighty did, even in charity, pity or generosity, smacked of selfishness. That was one of the hard lessons I had learnt in my useless life. I had seen pity in the eyes of the rich; I had seen pride in being nice to people like me; but above all, I had seen fear, even in the eyes of the might King Ravana. They were afraid of us, the docile, animalistic, ignorant, black poor men and women of the world. The pity, patronisation, charity, arrogance, pride and indifference, were all part of the defence mechanism of the rich to escape their fear."
(p. 378, 'Asura: Tale of the vanquished' by Anand Neelakantan - Leadstart)

‘I Heart New York’ by Lindsey Kelk

Just write
"Soon, I was two glasses into a bottle of Laurent Perrier at one in the afternoon, and several wild gesticulations into my future career plans. 'I mean eventually,' I waved my arms around, almost knocking the bottle out of the waiter's hand. 'I'd really like to write. Just write, whether it's magazines or books, whatever. Not necessarily deep and meaningful, but just something that someone can enjoy. Something that they can sit down with for an hour to enjoy, and escape from, I don't know, whatever it is they need to escape from.''
"Tyler nodded, sipping his water. He wasn't drinking, he had meetings all afternoon and the more tipsy I got, the more startlingly sober he seemed. From the occasional glass of wine with dinner I'd gone to drunk most nights of the week and in the middle of a Monday afternoon startlingly quickly. So far today I'd found out I was a writer, a wanton sex goddess, and apparently a bit of lush.''
"'Once we're done here, I think we should go do something to really commemorate this occasion,' he said, 'in case you don't remember lunch.''
"I looked down at my plate. Still full. My glass. Completely empty."
(p. 163, 'I Heart New York' by Lindsey Kelk – Harper)

Friday, July 13, 2012

‘A Devil is Waiting’ by Jack Higgins

Lambs to the slaughter
"Inside the crude porch of his house, Ali Selim peered out at the heavy rain, watching the helicopter descend.'
"He was holding a mobile in his left hand and said in English, 'Stay online, Omar, but tell the crew of the second Raptor to take off when I call. Hold the other in reserve and fly that yourself if needed.''
"'As you order, master,' came the reply.'
"Ibrahim said, 'They come, lambs to the slaughter, and the Jewish woman in a burka.''
"'I have plans for her, a very valuable young woman. Once she's in your charge, it will be your responsibility to see that no harm comes to her. Now step outside so that they can see you, beckon to them and tell them to come here,' Ali Selim told him.'
"Ibrahim obeyed and stood in the rain, watching them approach, a formidable figure in black headcloth and plaited dreadlocks, black robes, a bandolero about his waist, and holding an AK-47.'
"They stopped dead, looking at him, and at that moment, shots rang out inside the helicopter.'"
(p. 230, 'A Devil is Waiting' by Jack Higgins – Harper)

‘Bombay Girl’ by Kavita Daswani

Emotional absence
"His wife, the stoic and cultured Jaanvi, loved him, and honoured his family. Every night, she prepared him a drink of warm milk and honey, which her Ayurvedic doctor had promised would help increase her husband's sperm count. She had flown to Hong Kong to consult with a noted practitioner of Chinese medicine who had sent her back home with clear plastic bags of chasteberry, black cohosh and Siberian ginseng, assuring her that if she consumed the herbs regularly, a baby would bloom in her belly. Of course, these were just small components of the entire equation. They had to do things the old-fashioned way as well. So three nights a week, Jaanvi slipped into one of the La Perla nightgowns that were part of her overflowing trousseau, rubber her husband's back as he sent out the last of the day's emails, and tempted him into bed. Her entreaties worked sometimes, on other occasions they were rebuffed. Often, he was too tired, and when he was up for it, usually after he'd had a drink or two, he was elsewhere, his mind on anything but the wife who so wanted him to impregnate her.'
"Jaanvi, after three years of marriage, had become accustomed to her husband's emotional absence."
(pp. 180-1, 'Bombay Girl' by Kavita Daswani – Harper)

‘Turning Points’ by APJ Abdul Kalam

Periyar Maniammai College
"The Periyar PURA (Providing Urban amenities to Rural Areas) complex has been pioneered by Periyar Maniammai College of Technology for Women, Vallam. I inaugurated this complex on 20 December 2003 and visited it again on 24 September 2006. This PURA consists of a cluster of sixty-five villages having a population of over 100,000 in 2003. It has all three connectivities, leading to economic connectivity. On each visit, I am amazed by the enthusiasm of the local population and the youth in making possible the integrated development of the cluster. The youth display their plans for development of this complex and their innovative skills. The initiatives have resulted in large-scale employment generation and creation of a number of entrepreneurs with the active support of 1,800 self-help groups. Two hundred acres of wasteland has been developed into cultivable land with innovative water management schemes. The Periyar Maniammai College, which has become part of the Periyar Maniammai University, has deployed its students and faculty members for the development of PURA by injecting technologies and improving the skill of the local citizens. They have also created a one-product, one-village scheme resulting in the selection of forty-five products from these villages which have met international demand. The close association of the education community at the grassroot level has enabled dynamic rural development in the sixty-five villages and also improved the lifestyle of their inhabitants."
(pp. 114-5, 'Turning Points' by APJ Abdul Kalam – Harper)

‘How to Live to 110’ by Brian Kirby and Tim Kirby

Cancer
"The death of individual cells is of great importance. Without it there wouldn't be a way of getting rid of old, worn-out and damaged ones. Cell death is especially important when the process of cell renewal goes wrong and creates an abnormal cell that doesn't do its job properly – something that is potentially dangerous.'
"Cells therefore have a built-in process for killing themselves, which neatly sees off the old and troublesome cells. This is triggered by the cell itself or by adjacent cells, or by your immune system. Unfortunately, this planned cell death sometimes gets switched off. When that happens, the consequences can be serious…"
"Just before a cell splits into two, the DNA duplicates so that each new cell has an identical copy. The new cells will then be exactly the same as the old one. Occasionally, though, the copying process can go wrong, resulting in slightly different DNA. One of the new cells will be abnormal.'
"External factors can also cause the DNA in a cell to change. For example, too much ultraviolet light – perhaps from being in strong sun too long – can affect the DNA in one of your skin cells. Some chemicals you eat or breathe can damage DNA in a cell inside you…'
"Even the smallest change in a cell's DNA can make a difference, as the cell will make slightly different proteins from the ones that work best. Usually that won't be too much of a problem: the new protein may not be a danger; and, if your system recognises the cell as being abnormal, the controlled cell death process will kick into action.'
"If the cell isn't taken out of action, though, the two new cells it creates when it splits will both contain the new version of DNA – and so will the cells they split into, and the cells those create in turn…'
"Sometimes, whatever caused the damage to DNA also stops the controlled cell death from remedying it. This is a serious situation: an abnormal cell can keep growing and splitting out of control. All the new cells will also be abnormal and can't be controlled.'
"At first there will be only a few cells. But because none of the cells are dying, each time they split they double in number. Two cells become four, then eight, then sixteen and so on. Growth gets faster and faster… A single cell can rapidly increase in size to form a 'growth' or 'tumour'. If this isn't harmful or life-threatening, it is described as 'benign'. Benign tumours may be uncomfortable and require action, but they do not kill. But some tumours are 'malignant' and interfere with the healthy cells around them. This is cancer."
(pp. 106-7, 'How to Live to 110' by Brian Kirby and Tim Kirby – Magna)

‘A Tale of Things Timeless’ by Rizio Yohannan Raj

Writing and loving
"A certain anxiety seized Avinash whenever he attempted to write. What would he do if one of his poems or stories made him feel complacent? Or, what if he came to think that the sublimity that haunted his dreams was a far-fetched notion? Either way it was going to be painful. Every time he wrote something, he felt as if he had plucked away his being and exposed his worthlessness to himself and to the world. Every time he wrote, it was as though he were peeling an onion only to reach its empty core. He looked incredulously at the pages of the magazines that published him, and he knew that he had bereft his soul of its claim to retreat.'
"Avinash had similar apprehensions about letting himself dawdle in love, too. He thought he would lose the privacy of his soul by yielding to an incomplete love. He would then be like a poem written, a stone hurled out of one's hands, a body losing itself to lust – no longer in control of himself."
(p. 67, 'A Tale of Things Timeless' by Rizio Yohannan Raj – Harper)

Thursday, July 12, 2012

‘The Angel’s Share’ by Satyajit Sarna

"In economics, the little I remember, they call it the ratchet effect. When you get used to a certain standard of life, it becomes impossible to lower it. Conversely, raising your standard of life is just that easy – which incubates a fear in everyone who lives like this. What if I lose my job? What if I can't cut the mustard? How will I ever live on less than this much? A bitter taste fills my mouth as I voice the thought. We fear settling for less, so much so that the faster this treadmill gets, the less likely we are to get off.'
"I worry about it constantly. What would I do without the money? I like the things it brings me. That's how people become comfortable. They get used to it, they depend on it and then it becomes a bigger part of who they are. You get the fancy car because you can afford the down payments, get used to the foreign vacations because you can afford two weeks in a nice hotel in Spain, get used to the fancy neighbourhoods because you can handle the rent.'
"Then you go abroad, like Abhilash, and pick up a fancy masters degree, which plunges you into a netherworld of hard-currency debt. You have to work a couple of years in a foreign law firm to pay off the loans and, before you know it, you're thirty-two and you've been doing transactions so long that it's all you know. Somewhere along the way, you got married and had yourself a kid and, now, there's no way to turn your back on this world. The doors that were open have shut themselves behind you. Your only friends are lawyers and bankers, bankers and lawyers, wankers and thieves, the only places you feel welcome in cater to lawyers and bankers. Now, even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to change a thing. Slowly your world consumes you, and you develop a sense of pride about how much you have given. Abhilash tells the story of his son's birth often, over team drinks. While his wife was screaming and convulsing in the delivery ward, Abhilash was in the waiting room, with his phone and his laptop, negotiating a closing. He's very proud of the fact that he closed two deals that day."
(pp. 147-8, 'The Angel's Share' by Satyajit Sarna – Harper)

‘Bring up the Bodies’ by Hilary Mantel

"Sentiments, indictments, bills are circulated, shuffled between judges, prosecutors, the Attorney General, the Lord Chancellor's office, each step in the process clear, logical, and designed to create corpses by due process of law. George Rochford will be tried apart, as a peer; the commoners will be tried first. The order goes to the Tower, 'Bring up the bodies.' Deliver, that is, the accused men, by name Weston, Brereton, Smeaton and Norris, to Westminster Hall for trial. Kingston fetches them by barge; it is 12 May, a Friday. They are brought in by armed guards through a fulminating crowd, shouting the odds. The gamblers believe that Weston will get off; this is his family's campaign at work. But for the others, the odds are even that they live or die. For Mark Smeaton, who has admitted everything, no wagers are being taken; but a book is open on whether he will be hanged, beheaded, boiled or burned, or subject to some novel penalty of the king's invention."
(p. 364, 'Bring up the Bodies' by Hilary Mantel – Harper)

‘Corporate Sufi: Business Balance & Beyond’ by Azim Jamal

"Ranjan Das, a CEO/MD of SAP India, had a successful corporate life but died at the young age of 42, despite being a fitness freak. He was born and raised in India and received a scholarship to study at Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where he graduated with a bachelor's degree in computer science and engineering. He then went on to attain an MBA from Harvard Business School and became CEO and managing director of SAP Indian Subcontinent, playing a huge role in taking the business of SAP India to greater heights in the two years ending 2009. One of his favourite quotes was, 'The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. One day we all have to sleep permanently. What is the mark we want to leave behind?''
"Even if you're not rich or very successful, you can still give something. What are you giving today?'
"There are many things you can give other than money – skills, knowledge, wisdom, time, a listening ear, and your experience, to name a few. No one is unable to give. A person who is blind and has no money can give his prayers and good wishes.'
"The best way to give is unconditionally, with love and authenticity, and the best time to give is now. As William Penn says, 'If there is any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow human being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again.'"
(p. 17-18, 'Corporate Sufi: Business Balance & Beyond' by Azim Jamal - Jaico)

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Haiku, My Friend

"One lone greeting card
on a birthday, makes the house
look so big at night."
"Memory spirals
through known lanes, and bottomless
woods of prejudice."
(p. 80-81, 'Haiku, My Friend' by Sanjiv Bhatla – Crabwise)

The Ultimate Olympic Quiz Book

"This thirty-year-old mother of two, also known as 'the Flying Housewife,' won four gold medals – in the 100- and 200-metre sprint, 80-metre hurdles, and 4x100-metre relay – to become the most successful athlete at the 1948 Summer Olympics (London). Name her."
"The 1948 Olympics was staged at a time when food, petrol and building rationing were still in place in Britain. During the Games, athletes were given increased rations, the same as those received by dockers and miners, which meant 5467 calories a day, instead of the normal 2600. What name did the London Games gain because of such measures?"
(p. 69-70, 'The Ultimate Olympic Quiz Book' by Suvam Pal - Harper)

Bhiwani Junction

"The story of women's boxing in India is one of immense promise, more success at the highest level than we have seen among the men, and, obviously, apathy. As I tell the story, it often seems like an exercise in stating the obvious.'
"Like the fact that, even today, circa 2012, we need to assert that women must be made a more integral part of the boxing 'fraternity.' While we celebrate the recent surge by the male boxers in India (of course we must), it's important to remember that it's among the women that we had our world champions, starting with Mary Kom. India could have been a stronger boxing nation, among the men too, had the nation's focus on sport been stronger. Since it wasn't, it's only now that India is starting to make the strides it could have years and years ago. But in the case of the women, India was second only to North Korea in the women's rankings back in the mid-2000s." (p. 164, 'Bhiwani Junction: The untold story of boxing in India' by Shamya Dasgupta – Harper)

Sachin: Born to bat

"Sachin devotes so much time to cricket that he does not have time to take interest in any other game. But he loves to watch tennis. After the memorable Borg-McEnroe clash in 1980, Sachin let his hair grow – Borg style. Since then it has always been cricket and more cricket.'
"In the few free hours he gets, he listens to western music. Why western music, when his father is a poet? Most of his friends are from Bombay Scottish, as he lives in Shivaji Park, and they all love western songs. He thrives on Michael Jackson's songs. Sachin is also a good singer." (Sunil Warrier, December 1986; p.48 'Sachin: Born to bat – The Journey of Cricket's Ultimate Centurion' by Khalid A-H Ansari' Ed: Clayton Murzello – Jaico)