Its not over until its over!

Not often do you learn quite a few lessons from a Cricket match! However, yesterday's match was an encyclopedia by itself. There are numerous learnings from the match that can be really helpful when applied in real life. The following were some of my learnings from yesterday's match.

• Never underestimate an opponent(Never underestimate a task): It was quite evident from pre-match press conference, few players(commentators and fans) underestimated Bangladesh as an opponent. They didn't dismiss them completely; but didn't consider them as a serious opponent. This was quite understandable, having defeated Bangladesh so comfortably in Asia cup and never having lost to them(yet) in a Twenty20 game. 

• To err is human: Jaspreet Bumrah misfielded the very first ball of the Bangladesh innings and the ball crossed the boundary. He then dropped a sitter and conceded 16 runs in his 2nd over. It's natural for anyone to err. But continuing to cry over spilled milk won't help us recover from it.

• Support groups help you in recovery from failure: Friends/Family/Team form an excellent support group and they can help you recover from any failure. The way the entire team rallied and supported Bumrah helped him recover remarkably quick and bowl those two excellent overs at the death.

• Never lose site of the target/Don't ever be complacent: Bangladesh were completely in control of the match till 19.3 overs. Two successive fours had brought them completely within reach. All they had to do was score two simple singles. But they started to celebrate prematurely after they scored the second four and thought they had already won the match.

• Don't be careless, but don't be too careful either: Dhoni's decision of bowling out his main bowlers before the 20th over was really praiseworthy! This decision could have easily gone against him and he would have been roasted over coals for that. But he stuck to his strength. He knew his strike bowlers would get him the wickets and then he can stretch the match very late.

• Never give up: It's not over until it's over. His cheeky stumping of Shabbir, his brilliant field placements, his presence of mind to remove the glove and attack the stumps after the last ball of the match are all laudable(The legend of MS Dhoni continues to grow)!!

• It's ok to let out steam every once in a while: The ever so calm Dhoni lost his cool (rightly) against a journo (NDTV?) who was asking stupid questions in the post match press conference. This clearly shows that Modi is human as well and such rare occurrences of letting out his anger can help him in the long run! 

Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.

Over the course of my career spanning 20 years, I have had to endure a number of injuries. Among these, two stand out. On 13th March 1996, I was in Class X, preparing for AISSE Social Science exam, which I had to write the next day while India was playing Sri Lanka at Eden Gardens in 1996 World Cup semi-finals. Things were going exactly as planned, our bowlers got the SL openers early and their team was restricted to a gettable total. One moment Sachin was toying around with the SL bowling and then next moment everything came crashing down!
People say that Kambli cried that night. I didn't see him do so, How could I? when I was in tears as well! Tears make you blind. I stopped studying and retired to bed early. But I couldn't sleep. The exam that I was to write the next day was seldom in my thought. My irrational mind came to a rational decision that night, "to mark out Jayasuriya as the *fall guy* for India's loss!" That was my first major injury. From that day, I hated Jayasuriya and hated the team he played for. Such ferocious was this hatred against him that I failed to appreciate/see the other good players in the SL team. Hate too makes you blind. So when my friends discussed the brilliance of Sangakkara's batting. I had nothing to offer. I would either shrug and change the subject or just nod along deaf to what was being discussed. Over time, India managed to get better of SL and was beating them more frequently, but my scar had not healed. Every time I saw Jayasuriya bat, the scar re-opened and this continued until Jayasuriya retired from International cricket!

Digital satellite television started to become popular in India in late 2006 and early 2007. I was one of the earliest adopters of this technology at home. I did this mainly because I wanted to enjoy the 2007 world cup. There were quite a few advertisements on watching 2007 WC matches ad-free and with multiple cameras on TataSky and I just couldn't resist the temptation. That brings us to the second injury. On 17th March 2007, India played Bangladesh in their first match of 2007 world cup. I wouldn't bother to recollect or narrate what happened that day. They are painful. This time though my rational mind couldn't come up with any irrational choice as the "fall guy"!
My retirement from active fandom coincided with Rahul Dravid's retirement from International Cricket. People say that taking your mind out of something will definitely help you in overcoming pain. But that really didn't work in my case. I actively followed football for some time, but this pain from the second scar showed no signs of receding.
My *second coming* to active cricket fandom happened thanks to my son. He literally forced to me follow cricket in 2015 and now during the just-concluded Asia Cup. Watching India play Bangladesh, the old scars were re-opened. Seeing Dhoni strike those massive sixes in the penultimate over and demolishing Bangladesh and winning the Asia Cup for the record 6th time, I thought I would finally see closure on the second injury. Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.......

Bye Zak - Thanks for those yorkers!!

Being an Indian cricket fan in the 90s was a really frustrating experience. There were problems aplenty

1. Sachin was our solution to all of India's batting woes (occasionally bowling as well). Dravid and Ganguly did chip in later on this front.
2. Our best spinner hardly turned the ball, while our biggest turner of the ball hardly took any wickets!
3. Azzu bhai was probably our only best ground fielder, but reflecting now I can't be sure how much of that was genuine!
4. However, the most frustrating part was that we lacked a genuine pace bowler! 

Yes, Kapil was great, but in the 90s, he was already past his prime. Srinath had to endure tremendous pressure for too long, and his strictly vegetarian diet wasn't good enough to york batsmen out! It still embarrasses me to state that we opened the bowling with Venkatesh Prasad. Yes, his slow ball was good, but when you bowl six of them in one over, batsman won't take too long handle it! Then we had bowlers like Dodda Ganesh, Debashish Mohanty, Ajit Agarkar etc. They were all erratic, more like someone attacking with a spray gun and hoping at least one hits the mark! Indian pace bowling was subject of a standing joke in cricket commentary involving Pakistani commentators. You could hear Ramiz Raja, Zaheer Abbas, Imran Khan frequently stating on live TV that Indian pace bowling unit is a joke and all I could do at these times was to hang my head in shame!

Then one rainy afternoon in October, things changed. India was playing Australia in ICC Knockout quarterfinal. Srinath was out of the tournament with an injury and India opened the bowling with a rookie left-arm pace bowler Zaheer Khan. Australia was chasing 265 and was well within reach of the target with Steve *Iceman* Waugh and Damien Martyn at the crease. Zaheer produced a brilliant yorker to dismiss Waugh! I was pleasantly surprised to see that. I can still visualize the ball. A yorker by an Indian seamer!! This was unheard of!! At first, I thought that was a fluke! And then he did it again and again in the same match (wasn't successful, but at least they were genuine yorkers). I was suddenly elated. India had finally found a bowler who could york and york at will!

Things then started to get better. *Reverse Swing* was a word that you generally associated with Pakistani bowlers, in the 2000s this word was frequently associated with Zak!! All Pakistani commentators now started to compare Zak's reverse swing with those of the Pakistani bowlers. Zak then started to develop his own bunnies!! Mind you, he had many! Haydo, Graeme Smith, Sangakarra etc. Whenever these batsmen were at the crease, India always brought in Zak and he almost always took their wicket!! I suddenly started to feel an inch taller and walked with a spring in my step!

You could now almost always state India's chances in a game, by looking at Zak's rhythm. In the final of 2003 WC, you knew from the very first Zak over, that something was wrong and India was in for a difficult time, similarly, in 2011 WC quarter-final, you knew that Zak was still in his rhythm so India was still in the game! He was probably India's best aggressive fast bowler, whose aggression matched his bowling skills and I can never forget those yorkers! All of those balls are still etched in my memory, they were all poetry in motion!

Visual Information Retrieval Under Siege!!

Over the past few weeks, I have taken a liking to Visual Information Retrieval and have read few papers on the concept, algorithms etc behind this. Also I've been recommended few good libraries on Python which support CBIR. Those interested can read on the same on Wikipedia. Apparently there are many proprietary algorithms used in this field, however its still not clear where and how do these patents are enforceable?

I also came across a good Java library called LIRE which is open source and provides most of the features that one would require to implement a good CBIR system. Apparently the LIRE library also provides open source implementations of SIFT and SURF algorithms, so its still not clear how a patent is enforceable when there exists an open source implementation for the same!

However this isn't a technical blog, nor does it document my experiences in using LIRE for CBIR tasks(which warrants a separate blog by itself, IF and WHEN I complete my research)! I document here, the reason behind my liking to the concept. Well, many of you might consider this blog boastful (but again in a blog titled "Memoirs", what else did you expect ;-) ??). For long, I have prided on my ability to recognize faces and other objects that I've registered in my memory. Many of my friends would agree that I have surprised them(and the person in question) quite so often by recalling a face or a location so vividly when they could hardly recollect or recognize the same(even-though all of us would have seen the same thing/person at the same time)!

Mind you, by no means to I claim to have eidetic memory!! That would be absurd, I only claim that I seem have the ability to register and recall few images better than the rest. I am not sure if this is an inherited trait or an acquired trait. However, I do know that my brother too has similar ability and he had found a better uses of this ability to memorize hard to pronounce Sanskrit slokas in Class IV (Chayagrahini Rakshasi) by just registering a mental image of the page containing the unpronounceable words :-D.

Like most human beings I have a pretty good radar(should I call it Murphy's Radar?). This radar of mine has been able to predict to an acceptable accuracy on the occurrence of an event. However off-late, my intrinsic CBIR library hasn't functioned optimally during such instances, so my strike rate of producing accurate results has gotten poor! In the computer world, if we find the performance of a particular library is not up to the threshold limit, you can always replace it with a better library, But how do we do this in the real world??

Secondly how do we identify the cause of the malfunctioning algorithm? Has age got anything to do with it? Or I need a better index? Will I be in a position to re-achieve the optimum results out of my intrinsic CBIR library that I had come to expect from it all these years? Will I manage to hold on to one of the last few things that I have prided upon for few more years?? I guess only time will tell............

Moon(shine) struck!

You may be a teetotaller "zincoshine",
But you *still* get intoxicated at the sight of moonshine!
No wonder! Any intervention by mortal or divine,
can't help you find your sunshine!!

Reason or romance

During my school run this morning, I was listening to a program on the radio. A lot of callers to the RJ were complaining on the decision of Indian Cricket Selectors to leave out Yuvraj Singh from the 15 players selected for the ICC Cricket World Cup 2015 to be held in Australia - New zealand from Feb 2015. I was like, "Hey, be reasonable guys, he wasn't even in the 30 probable list. How then can he be selected in the 15?".

Now wait a minute! Reasonable? That word seems pretty rich coming from me! As you all know, I have always been (will continue to be a Dravid fan). I do acknowledge (grudgingly!) that Dravid's ODI career spanned in a parallel universe to that of his test career. But even I would have been disappointed if Dravid hadn't made the cut to a World Cup squad! But again, this blog isn't about Dravid, its about Yuvraj!

I have been following cricket seriously since early nineties and I can't remember many good left-handers to have played for India. All I can remember of Kambli was him crying during the 1996 WC semi-finals. Then came along Ganguly. He was elegance personified on the off-side. As Dravid so eloquently put it "On the offside,first we have God, and then Saurav Ganguly". If one had to complete that sentence, it would read "On the offside, first we have God and then Saurav Ganguly, while on the leg-side we have every tom, dick and harry and then we have Ganguly!!"

Mind you! Ganguly was excellent player against leg-spinners and left arm spinners. Can anyone of you forget him dancing down the track and carting Grant Flower over the roof in Sharjah. He did it quite too often that Tony Greig even called that part Sharjah's roof as Ganguly's roof!!  But power is not something that you associate with Ganguly. But his batting against pace didn't inspire confidence, that you would associate with most southpaws.

In late 2000, Ganguly captained a fresh team for ICC Knockout Trophy that was held in South Africa. The Indian team was still recovering from the abyss of the match fixing and they huffed and puffed their way into quarter-finals against Australia. It was one rainy afternoon in Chennai. I was in a cheap electronics shop at Ritchie Street, Chennai taking the help of my friends in assembling my first PC and we were also following the match in an old B&W TV present in the shop. There were many memorable moments in that match.  But the two that standout are:

• 18 year old Yuvi playing in his 2nd match of his career, facing a battery of pace bowlers showed what real power was! He was slamming McGrath, Lee and Gillespie all over the park. The raw power in his strokes was quite evident. Finally, we had a southpaw who could play pace bowling really well. 
• India also managed to find a pace bowler who could actually bowl yorkers in the death overs! Zaheer Khan's yorker to dismiss Steve Waugh was one such delivery!

And then in one summer evening at Lords. The 2002 Natwest Trophy final(The match that Ganguly taught us how to celebrate in style)! India were 150/5 chasing England's 325. All recognized batsman had failed. I can recollect vividly all those brutal shots of Yuvi and Kaif. Yuvi fell to a mis-timed pull shot in that match after ensuring India were well within the reach of the target. I still remember Harsha Bhogle saying at that time "this is the problem with fairy tale finishes....", but that innings again proved that Yuvi was a match-winner.

Forward to 2007, the World Twenty20 championship. India vs England quarter-final. The brutal onslaught unleashed by Yuvi will surely haunt Stuart Broad his entire lifetime. I am pretty sure he wakes up in cold sweat every now and then remembering that pasting!

Forward to 2011, the man was back in action. His performance especially against Australia again in the quarter-finals was brilliant. What followed was history. He was played the series of his dreams. He actually lived the dream in that series.

Lets face it, each of his fairy tale performances were school boy cricketer dreams! How many of us have wished for similar baptism by fire debut, a stellar performance when the chips were down that helps the team win the cup, the sensational innings in the shortest version of the game and finally achieving glory at World Cup. Hell, I would break two legs and a hand to live that dream!

For quite often Yuvi was the very the reason for his fans to romance, you can't fault them this once to romance without a reason! His fans must be happy that his fairy tale ended on a high. They need not be disappointed on him not making to the team this time around and take pride from the fact that fairy tale was great while it lasted.

A lesson in humility

“In the course of my life, I have often had to eat my words, and I must confess that I have always found it a wholesome diet.”  - Winston Churchill

Sapta and I became "chaddi-buddies" in the summer of 1996. We were acquainted with each other before, as both of us were in the same batch (Class X) in KV Minambakkam, but were from different sections. Although KV Minambakkam did have a Science stream, it wasn't really popular. The trend back then was for students to switch over to the state board after completing AISSE exams. Those who preferred to remain in CBSE chose more popular schools like P.S.B.B, Modern, St. John's, KV IIT etc. Having decided not to follow the herd, we chose (individually) to continue studying in KV Minambakkam.  Ever since we met during the admission procedure, we hit off immediately. Both of our wavelengths matched and we shared a passion for the same sports and hobbies. 

One of our passion was Quizzing. We were fortunate enough to get an opportunity to participate in numerous quizzes during that year. We managed to win quite a few of them as well. We had our own methodology while preparing for these quiz competitions. Each of us would pick an area and concentrate on it. Each of us had an area of expertise and in some areas/categories, we knew equally. Chennai was/is pretty famous for Quizzes and most inter-school quiz competitions involved a team of two or three. 

During most of these quizzes (of 3 member teams) our partner in crime was Subramaniam K, (a Class IX student then). He also happened to be my brother's classmate (chaddi-buddy??). Subbu, as we used to address him, was a brilliant student. He had won the NTSE scholarship in Class VII, he was also a Y2K scholarship awardee. Subbu had a knack of remembering a lot of assorted stuff back then. You could have called him a Wikipedia. While there were other good Quizzers in the school, the powers that would be, decided to club us together and lo by the end of that academic year, we (Sapta, Subbu and I) came to be regarded as the best quizzing team in the school.

At the beginning of the next academic year (1997-1998), I came to be chosen as the house captain of Bharathi house, Sapta was chosen as the house captain of Ashoka. While Subbu came to be sorted into Shivaji house. So now we had a situation wherein, each member of the quiz team were part of separate houses. The annual school quiz competition that was conducted as part of CCA got hyped to the hilt! Personally, I was really determined to win the CCA cup for the house. Having already faced humiliation when Bharathi house stood last on Sports day, I wasn't willing to experience that again (Ashoka won the Sports cup)! Winning the quiz competition became a matter of pride, it was my path to redemption (You may think why the heck is this guy taking games so seriously, well that's me)!

During the run-up to the quiz competition, there was a lot of friendlies banters among us friends. My brother who belonged to Shivaji house (a decent quizzer himself), kept needling me that they had a very good team, and had a pretty good chance to secure the first place.  Although I agreed with him that his team (Subbu, my brother, and two other guys) was good, he can't take Ashoka's team (Sapta, Ramprasad + 2 others) lightly. I told him that Sapta's knowledge in a lot of categories was pretty good. I did some groundwork to select the team for my house as well, and after much thought, we put up a decent team of me, Siddharth (a classmate of my Subbu and my brother) and two other guys.

In all of our discussions, it was a foregone conclusion that the first three places will go to either Ashoka, Bharathi or Shivaji. None of us (neither the participants nor the audience) were even giving a chance to the fourth house (Netaji)!  The quizmaster was Ms. AR Lakshmi, PGT (History). She had prepared a well-researched set of questions for the competition.  I must admit it was one of the best set of questions that I had seen. 

The quiz competition involved 3 rounds which would be finished with a rapid-fire round. Predictably, Shivaji was leading at the end of the first two rounds, Bharathi and Ashoka shared the 2nd place and Netaji hadn't even opened their score. At the end of the third round, Shivaji remained first Bharathi managed to come second, while Ashoka and Netaji now shared the 3rd place. There was 5 points difference between Shivaji and Bharathi, while 2 points difference between Bharathi and Ashoka/Netaji. So, when we arrived at the rapid fire round, each team had a pretty good chance of finishing in the first.

In the rapid fire round, each of the team managed to score a point during the first 4 questions, and then everything changed!! Ashoka got a question wrong and Netaji answered it correctly on a bounce and won a point. They were now on-par with Bharathi in a score. They managed to get the question correct as well and overtook Shivaji. We now had only 1 question to go and whoever answered that correctly would win the quiz. Fortune favors the brave they say, Netaji managed to win the buzzer on the last question as well and got it correct! Before even any of us could realize what happened, the quiz competition was over! Netaji stood first, Shivaji second, Bharathi third and Ashoka fourth!!

Nethaji team was lead by Sumitra Datta (a classmate of Sapta and me), she had Rakesh (a classmate of Subbu and my brother) in her team and two other guys. We hadn't even considered them as a competition, let alone give them a chance! Our mistake was that in our arrogance and pride, we hadn't considered the strengths and weaknesses of the fourth team and spent a lot of time planning our strategies on the guys whom we thought would make a difference! I learned that day, that its wrong to underestimate any opponent. There can be no more humbling experience in humility than that what I learned with that loss.