A scene from the superstar movie

Its dark and you are seated in a cool movie theater with a/c and a very good sound system. The story line is very good, the punch dialogues are driven all the way home and the script immaculate. The theme is based on Sport. Indian Sport. There are sprinters, cricketers, tennis players, hockey players, wrestlers, shooters, super women like P.T.Usha, Ashwini Nachappa, Saina Nehwal, Sania Mirza and many many more. The hard work, the sweat, the toil, the training of all the splendor of Indian Sport is beautifully portrayed. Then come the villains- no movie is complete without the goondas, right?. The Bhanot,Chautala style hooligans with a red scarf around the neck and a big mole on their cheeks. The villains want to remain at their posts in the Sports Governing body despite facing criminal charges. India has been relegated from International Competition till these guys step down. Some of these villains have started to resemble Amjad Khan in Sholay " Kitne Aadmi the Re"? Even Tom Alter shows up as the International Governing Body Representative in his fake British accent asking these villains to step down and give way to being a recognized body again. But villains are so obstinate that despite being unwanted by everyone around them, dont really get it. This is getting very frustrating for me. I shift in my seat uneasily. I hate being helpless- what can be done to resolve this? How do we get the hooligans out? And clean up Indian sport? There are some very strong and brave Anna Hazare types who protest and observe a dharna(fast). I salute them and I am moved watching their unselfish service to the country. I mean, they take time off their schedule for the sheer betterment of sports in India.But sadly, they are still unable to dethrone the kings of corruption. But then there is gale like wind blowing . There seems to be thunder and lightning. At that instant arrives my hero- the Superstar. He is the man, the myth, the legend himself. Just by whispering his name, all goondas tremble. Don..Don.. Baasha, Baasha... You see his feet walk and the sound of footsteps reverberate all around. He opens two big oak doors and walk into a room where these ruffians are.. He talks very animatedly to these guys. We are unable to hear the conversation, because there is suspense and intriguing music in the background. The villains are genuinely scared and are sweating profusely. They nod their heads and Superstar opens the door.The two villains are still trembling, but look relieved . Villains come barging in to Tom Alter and all the athletes and apologize profusely. They dont want to be anywhere near sporting administration ever again. What did Superstar actually tell them? For them to be scared out of their wits? What was it? Superstar simply smiles and says "I told them who I was"! What a beautiful dream that was!!!!

A small and inadequate tribute to one awesome human being

Like summer tempest came our tears, Dilip-May you rest in peace. At 2;30 pm on 4th Oct, I got a call. It was past midnight in India. My mother cried hysterically into the phone saying, my cousin Dilip was killed in a car accident. He was just 45. The grief and sorrow comes from so deep, that it sucks the entire body of will and strength. But I dont want to keep crying over his last few moments, I want to celebrate his existence. He was a chartered accountant , but taught classes as a profession. But what made Dilip extraordinary was his ability to find solutions. He was the go to man for anyone with any kind of problem. From mundane issues to earth shattering ones, he had the innate ability to think straight and resolve issues. His diplomacy was unparalleled. But he was the guy you never heard of, the person who worked behind the scenes to make it happen. He just helped people without expecting anything return. This, I know, he inherited from his dad. These are the people who will be by your side, bad or good and stick with you till you are good to go. His above par intelligence is usually sidelined, but his clear thought process and the ease and smile with which he faced life head on can be a lesson for all of us. His larger than life existence came to end because of a mere car drive. Only after his death, I realized one thing-Dilip had a unique relationship with each person he came in contact with. He knew what level of thinking each person could handle,he could stoop to the level of a young child or raise the bar to the highest level with a top bureaucrat. He is the guy everyone called as their "best friend". Whether it was my wedding or my book launch, he was there, strong as a rock, by my side. As I try to grieve and try to find logic in this senseless premature death,Dilip's ever-smiling face and his jokes will remain etched in my memory. I pray that God give his wife and mother much strength to get over this loss.Good bye Dilip- You were one of a kind!