DD has you in tears

tv-2619649_1280An American resident today has access to dozens of TV channels. A technique is now being devised to make 600 channels available, most of them specialized. This makes the Indian viewer feel that he is living the Stone Age.

Doordarshan cannot even give one channel of clean entertainment and an intolerable ennui is shelled out day after day. The metros prove no better than poor cousins of the national channel. For variety, there is Star TV but satellite TV in India is definitely not free viewing.

Doordarshan begins with its morning transmission service, which is a mundane affair. After hearing your national song, your host comes along with a puppet in tandem presenting you with an update of the population clock. In the next two hours or so, you are subjected to more moral lectures and world philosophies that your father could have ever hoped to give you.

One has to have considerable talent to view your ideas in a ten-minute serial and talent is one thing clearly lacking here. Most of the serials dwell on humour, but the jokes fall far short of making you smile, let alone laugh. One misses nothing if all these serials are missed. Upbeat are only the slick business serials. Now even this ‘light’ entertainment has been replaced by ‘Yesterday in Parliament’, making you wish that yesterday had stayed in yesterday.

If the morning transmission is bad, the afternoon is worse. The hosts in the hour that they are present talk nothing but unoriginal, flat and repetitive nonsense. Their artificiality is enough to get on your nerves.

In the children’s stories, the kids seem more involved in clapping, smiling and talking than in actually listening to the story. The subsequent serials for adults dwell too much on morals, are too goody-goody, too obvious and sans any creativity at all. The less said about the acting and direction, the better.

The quickness and frequency in showing repeats is also appalling. More than a year back, afternoon transmission had interviews with housewives on what programmes they liked.

The answer was unanimous, ‘film song’. No one said much about the serials on information and entertainment.

The 9’O clock serials are average with few good contributions here and there. But on reading that more than 300 serials are in the cans and 4000 plus in the files, one questions the selection procedure.

The Punjab and Co. serials have been shown ad nauseam. In fact Doordarshan has done a greater job that the government in pursuit of national integration.

The news presented is highly unprofessional. Sometimes the number of mistakes in a single bulletin cannot be counted on one’s fingers.

Many a time, the news narration and the picture on your screen do not coincide. Many a time, the wrong and very flustered announcer is shown.

Authorities had made it clear some time back that they preferred smiling faces to correct pronunciation and presentation. Serious Salma Sultan was booked and others, with all their faults were excused thanks to their smiles. The number of birth and death anniversaries announced is increasingly alarmingly day by day. Then there are other minor and major mistakes. Once, when one of them said ‘tragic tragedy’, one was left wondering, what else? Sabitini once beat Graf 5-4 in a tennis set. When the pre-World Cup triangular series cricket matches were on, DD announced one night that West Indies were out of the tournament. At that stage, it was possible for the Windies to even top the table! The file photographs of prominent personalities also seem to be limited in the news desk.

Then, a news editor is under constant pressure and may end up showing a news item or giving prominence to something he doesn’t want to.

One has often heard of news editors being shifted for insignificant reasons.

The Sunday World of Sports programme still lacks the élan and viewership had dropped dismal below 5 per cent at one stage. The presenters amaze you at times.

Boris ‘Bo-kaar’ was Wimbledon champ in ’86. Once the presenter was struggling to give the name of the fourth participant in the Women’s Asiad winners relay and simply ended with ‘she finished the race’. What really took the cake was a tremulous and red-eyed professional expert one Sunday afternoon. The suffering and nervousness would have put even an amateur to shame. A confused view of events was presented. After trial and error, three combinations of teams of the pre-World Cup triangular cricket series were given and all three were wrong!

Most of the current affairs programmes end up as boring discussions between participants and a really good serial ‘The World This Week’ with its breaks is off the air more Fridays than off it.

Doordarshan has its fair share of good and bad announcers, but quite a high number of mistakes are made. Occasionally the camera is focused too early. Once when a hostess was caught off-guard, she bit her tongue like a small child and at another time was found shouting at someone. Bangalore Doordarshan cameras once captured an announcer happily drinking water.

When Rajiv Gandhi got assassinated, the announcer was found sans make-up and one even had her eyes moistened with tears. This is just too much. In a professional set-up, there is no need to get sentimental.

However, what was really disastrous was one Saturday afternoon hostess. The day’s guest was a poetess of humour. After cracking umpteen jokes, no more that a faint smile came on the lips of the hostess. When the guest questioned the lack of laughter, the reason given was that there were many problems on the home front! One couldn’t believe one’s ears, for after all, this is national network and announcers can stuff their nonsense at home.

The CPC had started with a lot of fanfare and does concentrate on ‘slickness’, but even that hasn’t made much headway with mostly sing-song series being presented.

The family planning and immunization songs are being presented with such frequency and regularity, that they might soon become our national songs.

At the beginning of this year, Star TV viewership was no more than 4 per cent.

A recent survey shows figures shooting to 25 per cent with a similar percentage contemplating a connection. So once the Star TV Hindi channel is installed, DD will face extinction if it doesn’t improve itself considerably, as viewers will switch in large numbers, irrespective of the fact whether they have to pay for satellite TV or not.

(This article appeared in Deccan Herald newspaper in 1992)

Is there life after cricket?

cricket-166794_1280Come the World Cup and a cricket-crazy nation like India is bound to go berserk. Now, with the World Cup reaching its climax, life’s a hollow emptiness without the willow. Nero might have fiddled while Rome was burning, but no one is going to budge from the TV room while cricket is being played.

Newspapers and magazines write cricket. Companies and business establishments think cricket. The TV buffs see nothing but cricket. And what about the cricket nuts? They see cricket, think cricket, talk cricket, walk cricket, eat cricket, sleep cricket and dream cricket. In fact, they breathe cricket and live cricket. Parks and open spaces are filled with crowds and heated debates. If there is anything mightier than the bat, it is the ball. Restaurants resonate with the names of cricket stars and offices reverberate with endless figures, statistics, numbers, overs, runs and matches.

Azhar doesn’t know a thing about field placing. Ask the bloke at the grocery store, he knows all that there is to know. Gooch doesn’t know what’s in store for him; the chap behind the restaurant counter smugly knows all. Shastri can’t understand what’s going wrong with him. The pan-patti wala can comprehend that quite easily. “Scindia can’t even select a team of the Nineties; I could choose one for the 21st century!”

“All this — and much more;
at your local grocery store.”

One ice-cream shop in Fraser Town proudly offers a 5 per cent discount the day India wins a match. Another shop in the same locality gives a similar discount when any ‘fan’ wants to talk to a ‘star’ Down Under. One innovative service centre on Langford Road declares in the paper” “Watch the World Cup live in AC comfort while you buy our tyres or get your wheel balancing, wheel alignment and engine tune up,” and hence the newspapers seem to be filled with little else, with most dailies devoting one full page to the pyjama game. Letters to the Editor are numerous on the rights and wrongs committed on and off the field. “Ah! Azhar could learn a few things from me!” Everyone seems to think.

Can companies fall far behind? Kapil and Tendulkar prefer Boost while Manjrekar prefer Complan. From Complan boy and Complan girl to Complan star. Boy, you’ve come a long way. However, Kambli would settle for something new from Nestle. Power might be an old favourite and Action the official for the Indian squad in the World Cup, but Prabhakar clearly prefers Status from Lakhani.

Eveready changes its tune from ‘Give me red!’ to ‘Give them power’ ‘n ‘Charge ‘em up’, a scheme to courier messages to the Indian team Down Under with an autographed acknowledgement in return.
Another ad in the paper screams:
“Listen to Sunil Gavaskar’s views on India’s chances in the World Cup, call…”

The magazines too leave no stone unturned with the fullest tournament coverage and all sorts of ‘Guess who?’ contests. Bush is back yet again with its great catches, hooking everyone from Tom Alter to Kabir Bedi.

As one commentator keeps on saying in every match; “It’s all happening here.” Well, it’s all happening here too!

With the latest satellite TV witnessing a full boom, cricket maniacs shouted, fretted, fumed, and clamoured in the latter part of February to get their connections fitted on time, from the ‘friendly neighbourhood Star-man’, who instantly has become a superhero overnight. For in Star TV lies salvation from frustrating blanks like ‘Sorry for the interruption’ and ‘Break in satellite link is regretted’, hallmark of Doordarshan, India Ltd.

Come a win and jubilations and fairy lights all over, with merrymaking galore, but come a loss and gloom casts it pale shadow over the country. A newly married youth commits suicide in Surat “in total despair and frustration following India’s defeat.”

However, the cricket fanatics of this nation are always on the hunt for a scapegoat and Ravi J. Shastri, erstwhile ‘Champion of champions’ fits the bill perfectly. He is now ‘Slowcoach of slowcoaches’ and hence must go. Residents of Girgaum, Bombay, garland his cutout with chappal malas. The nation proves that it can raise any mortal to the pedestal of demi-God and bring him back down to earth with equal ease. Effigies of Shastri are burnt with the same zeal and enthusiasm and hatred as one would set ablaze dummies of political leaders.

Posters in Malleswaram advise Scindia to do away with Shastri. Four enterprising youths on two motorbikes ride through Bangalore with posters of ‘Shastri Down Down’ to make their point. Manmohan’s budget wouldn’t budge them. The Punjab polls won’t interest them. Bush’s pre-election jitters couldn’t shake them. Russia’s latest update can’t affect them. Shastri’s performance, however, is enough to give them sleepless nights and he must go.

Another cricket crazy nation appears to be South Africa, fresh after 20 years in the wilderness. Someone suggested that F.W. De Clerk hold his referendum on the day of the S. Africa-Australia tie as very few people would turn up to say no! One Cabinet Minister said at the beginning of a press conference, “Let’s keep this short, I want to get back to the commentary.” With the news of its victory over Australia, South Africa virtually came to a halt. Financial markets went on hold and radio stations broke into their normal programmes to announce the victory. Even the president himself was interrupted from a weekly Cabinet meeting, which he stopped and then sent a telegram, a congratulatory message to the team.

With the countdown to the World Cup final beginning, the question everyone must be asking is; “Is there life after cricket?”

(This article appeared in Deccan Herald newspaper on March 23, 1992)

Clean Bowled?

I bet no country in this world has slipped back so badly in sports as ours.

In the Fifties, our football wizards entered the semi-finals of the Olympics and narrowly missed a medal. Today, we get thrashed by some Dutch team. Olympics or the World Cup, it is a distant dream.

Thanks to players like Dhyan Chand & Co., we won an amazing seven consecutive Olympic golds. Truly record breaking. World Cup, 1986, Indian and Pakistan battled for the 11th place in a 12-nation tournament. More than a half-century back, winning the Olympic gold medal was routine. Now, even if we “qualify” for Barcelona ’92, we’ll be ecstatic.

A trip down memory lane. Ramanathan Krishnan makes it to two consecutive Wimbledon semi-finals. Vijay Amritraj makes his presence in the tennis world, at his peak is ranked 13th in the world. Wimbledon 1991, rising star Leander Paes is out in the qualifying rounds. Quo Vadis, former national champion Zeeshan Ali? He can’t even qualify for the qualifying rounds! What an anti-climax.

On to the Asiads. In the inaugural games as well as in 1982, we got more than 10 gold medals. 1990? One lone Kabaddi gold medal. Our national anthem was heard just once. That gold was also due to the ignorance of the game of other countries, which turns out to be our bliss. Now even Kabaddi is out in future meets.

Whither cricket mania? In 1983, India won the World Cup. In 1984, India won the Benson & Hedges. In 1985, India won Sharjah. 1986? Miandad blasts a six and India is out. Clean bowled: If we don’t win with Pakistan this season, it’ll be ‘Six’ dismal years since we last won with them. That’s the effect of just one ball, a Javed Miandad-Chetan Sharma combine. Oh for those good old days.

How does one react when one reads of an a) Asian gold medallist bus conductor? B) Asian silver medallist watchman? C) A 1980 Olympic gold medallist unemployed?

These are not three fictitious characters, but cold hard facts of Indian sports today. All one can do is either hold one’s head in frustration or pray to God for India’s sports salvation.

(This appeared as a Letter to the Editor in The Times of India)

Reservations

In today’s conditions the pro-reservationists cannot be blamed, because, after all, they are suppressed. Nor can the anti-reservationists be blamed, because something is being snatched away from them. We should blame the policies of successive governments, both at the Centre and the States.

It is time our leaders forgot about reservations and tried to change matters in earnest. First of all, each and every case of discrimination should be dealt with firmly. All criminal charges should be taken seriously. The laws against discrimination should be more effective, definite, clear and without any loopholes.

The latest committee if five Chief Ministers against atrocities is a step in the right direction, but it remains to be seen how it is executed. The Prime Minister said on the issue, “We have tended to play politics in this field rather than addressing the problem over the years.” He is right. It now remains to be seen whether he also plays politics like his predecessors.

(This appeared as a Letter to the Editor in the Indian Express)

Bush’s World Order

America’s bullying tactics are getting out of proportion. With the collapse of the USSR, America has put full stream on its hegemonistic intentions. It put Iraq and Libya under sanctions. Now it wants to do the same with both India and Russia. At this rate, it’ll want the whole world under sanctions.

That’s Bush’s new ‘World Order’, where America will ‘order’ the whole ‘world’.

(This appeared as a Letter to the Editor in The Times of India)

Cricket feast

A lavish feast of cricket is round the corner in October. It is hoped that our selection board does not mess up matters, as it usually does. It looks like it is the birthright of cricket boards all over the world to invariably goof up matters. India is no exception.

Bradman and Gavaskar, unarguably the two greatest batsmen, had confrontation with their respective boards. Gower, Srikkanth and many more cricketers have been the victims of the whims and fancies of cricket boards. Ask Mohinder Amarnath, the greatest ‘come-back’ man that cricketing history has ever seen. He’s the best judge and one feels like repeating his now famous ‘pack of jokers’ statement.

With Srikkant as captain, we beat the West Indies in Sharjah after months of a ‘victory drought’ with them. With him at the helm, we topped the league in the Nehru Cup. Thanks to him, Chetan Sharma became the first ‘cent per cent’ bowler to score a century in one-dayers and all that the board did was drop him like a hot potato over some monetary matter.

Vengsarkar’s career was played about with and treated like dirt. Arun Lal’s career hardly took off, while Ajit Wadekar’s career came unceremoniously to an end despite the fact that he was the first Indian captain to win a series both on West Indian and British soil.

Even Kirmani was not spared and it looks as if he’ll be doing well in Ranji 10 years after being dropped from the national squad. The only person who benefited was Shastri, who is a fine batsman now.

Whatever it is, Indian cricket gets the worst of it and all that the fans can do is keep their fingers crossed.

(This article appeared as a Letter to the Editor in the Times of India)