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C.S. Krishnamurthy

21 June 2025 at 2:15:51 pm

Ee Sala, Again Namde

For years, Royal Challengers Bengaluru supporters carried hope the way a pilgrim carries a lamp through a storm. The flame flickered, but it never went out. Last year, at the Narendra Modi Stadium, RCB finally broke 18-year drought and lifted their maiden IPL trophy. Many wondered whether it was the end of a long journey. But on Sunday night, it turned out to be the beginning of something even bigger. By defeating Gujarat Titans by five wickets in the IPL 2026 final, RCB not only won their...

Ee Sala, Again Namde

For years, Royal Challengers Bengaluru supporters carried hope the way a pilgrim carries a lamp through a storm. The flame flickered, but it never went out. Last year, at the Narendra Modi Stadium, RCB finally broke 18-year drought and lifted their maiden IPL trophy. Many wondered whether it was the end of a long journey. But on Sunday night, it turned out to be the beginning of something even bigger. By defeating Gujarat Titans by five wickets in the IPL 2026 final, RCB not only won their second title but also retained the crown. They entered a select club and took another confident step towards building a legacy worthy of the league's most celebrated champions. As I watched the final unfold, it felt less like a cricket match and more like a masterclass in planning and execution. Finals are won by discipline, and RCB displayed it in abundance. The contest could not have started better for Bengaluru. Gujarat’s formidable opening pair of Shubman Gill and Sai Sudharsan had tormented bowlers throughout the tournament. Yet RCB managed to detach both engines before the train could gather speed. At 26 for 2, Gujarat were already wobbling. Bhuvneshwar Kumar and Josh Hazlewood struck early, while Rasikh Salam continued his remarkable rise with crucial breakthroughs. His three wickets ensured Gujarat never found complete control. Then came Krunal Pandya. Every successful team has a player who works like a silent ceiling fan. Nobody notices him constantly, but everyone feels the difference when he stops. Krunal has been exactly that for RCB this season. His economical spell and the dismissal of Jos Buttler once again highlighted his immense value. Washington Sundar’s unbeaten fifty gave Gujarat something respectable to defend, but 155 never looked intimidating on a surface that rewarded sensible batting. Still, finals have a habit of producing nervous moments. Calm Pursuit RCB’s chase began like a sports car leaving a traffic signal. Impact substitute Venkatesh Iyer exploded out of the blocks with a sparkling 32 off just 16 balls. His innings immediately shifted pressure onto Gujarat. By the time he departed, the foundation had been firmly laid. And then the chase master took over. Virat Kohli’s unbeaten 75 was a reminder of why he remains one of the greatest competitors, cricket has ever seen. Over the years, Kohli has evolved with the demands of T20 cricket. This season he scored 600 runs at a strike rate that would satisfy even the most demanding modern analyst. In the final, he blended aggression with control beautifully. Watching Kohli chase a target is like watching an experienced banker balance a complicated ledger. Every risk is calculated and every over has a purpose. There was no panic when wickets fell. There was no rush when Gujarat briefly tightened the screws. Kohli simply kept moving the scoreboard forward, converting pressure into opportunity. Tim David’s brisk contribution ensured there would be no late drama. Jitesh Sharma calmly completed the formalities as RCB reached the target with two overs to spare. What perhaps makes this title more satisfying than the first is the manner in which it was achieved. For years, critics accused RCB of being overly dependent on a handful of superstars. That criticism can no longer survive examination. This championship was built by a collective. Rajat Patidar provided leadership. Devdutt Padikkal offered consistency. Tim David delivered finishing power. Bhuvneshwar Kumar supplied experience. Hazlewood contributed control. Krunal added balance. Rasikh emerged as a revelation. Even when Kohli shone brightest, there was always someone else carrying part of the load. That is the hallmark of great teams. Legacy Beckons Sport has a charming way of rewarding persistence. The bamboo tree spends years strengthening its roots before shooting skyward. The franchise spent nearly two decades collecting heartbreaks, memes, near misses and painful memories. Yet its supporters remained loyal. They filled stadiums, wore red jerseys proudly and continued believing. Today, those supporters are enjoying the sweetest chapter in franchise history. Back-to-back titles have transformed RCB from sentimental favourites into genuine heavyweights. The team that once chased history is now creating it. As fireworks illuminated Ahmedabad's night sky, one thought lingered. The cup is no longer visiting Bengaluru. It appears to have found a permanent address. And somewhere in the sea of red, millions of smiling fans were probably saying the same four magical words once again: “Ee Sala Cup Namde.” Only this time, nobody could argue. (The writer is a retired banker and author. Views personal.)

Bharat’s Jetson Cities, Light-years Away from Nature

Updated: Jan 20, 2025

Jetson Cities

One thing is for certain: our Bharatiya cities, the big metros and towns, are fast becoming like the ‘Jetson’ cities. For those who are unaware of Jetson cities, these were first shown in the famous Hanna-Barbera cartoon series, the Jetsons, set in the 2100s, where cities are air-tight glass globules tethered to the ground, and the only way to get in and out are the flying cars. Yes, we, the city-dwellers, aspire to tall skyscrapers, spectacular bridges, world-class tunnels, swooshing metro trains, and we are building Jetson-like flying cars. A few HD drone images here and there, during the day and at night and around twilight, and we are content that our cities have become the cynosure of our own eyes. We want our cities to be brightly lit, with neon signs, laser shows, and large billboard videos. We would then fulfil our inner desire to have a city on par with Tokyo, New York, and Shanghai.


Our buildings, designed for the next 30 years, are well air-conditioned, shielding occupants from a soupy dust bowl of brown smog, soot, particulate matter, and fine dust. It is said that most new home buyers invest at least 10% of their property’s price in enhancing the interiors, soundproofing their homes, using air purifiers and conditioners, and disconnecting from the outside world for that much-needed solace. Indeed, large builders promote their projects as close to nature amidst tranquillity. However, there is always another builder eager to get one plot of land ahead of yours to enjoy that nature. To be truthful, access to nature now comes at a premium - even the skies.


Let’s assume the working-age population is occupied in the leisure of our Jetson cities, but how many of their young school and college-going kids have seen the long arm of the Milky Way galaxy from their cities? How many have witnessed a comet zooming by? How many know about endemic plants with medicinal properties? When did they last see a chirping house sparrow? How many know that the nearest sewage drain was once a freshwater stream? When did they last find their suburban beach prettier than the resort beaches of Maldives?


The intent to ask these questions is simple: Bharat is currently at a crossroads. Pundits are enthusiastic about a cultural renaissance on the horizon. Corporate leaders, on the other hand, want us to invest hundreds of hours each week to pay our dues to the growth of the national GDP. But no one asks, if a cultural renaissance is to occur, who will generate the new understandings and insights of nature that arise typically during such a period of human advancement? No one is actually asking, for whom are we building the nation if there is no time for children, or worse, if there is no time or intent to have children. In the process of growing rich, we are about to become old. By 2047, 65% of the population under the age of 35 will grow beyond 35 all at once, and we’d have an enormous population in advanced ages with a tapering young population, a graph that looks like a banyan tree. Unfortunately, that young population will have no access to the knowledge that nature has to offer, neither flora and fauna nor the seas and the skies.


Our urbane lifestyles need tempering. Such tempering can occur only if we ensure the revival of natural sciences during this period of cultural renaissance and nation-building. Let’s not rely solely on the educational system. With Indian Knowledge Systems, constructive changes are underway, and academic curricula are poised to improve for the greater good. However, true knowledge arises only when parents and grandparents introduce children to nature. Genuine understanding also develops from extracurricular activities in schools and colleges that encourage kids to observe, journal, and act on their discoveries. On the positive side, our country’s forest cover is increasing, as announced by the government. However, efforts must be made to ensure that every school or college, whether in Mumbai, Vijayawada, Gorakhpur, Ratlam, Thrissur, Bhuj, Faridabad, Imphal, Manali, Cuttack, or Ajmer, guarantees that their students are well aware of the endemic nature of their surroundings and are regularly observing and recording data on whatever interests them. Let kids observe rivers and understand the volume of water that flows through them. Let children learn about the decline of house sparrows in their cities and what steps should be taken to revive their populations. Let them study the bees in their nearby groves and recognise the vital role these bees play in nature.


Of course, you need to learn AI, robotics, fintech, the next generation of management courses, and all the engineering bells and whistles. However, we must not leave the next generation with inadequate comprehension and skills for understanding nature. We must ensure that nature conservation is not merely lip service or a tool for politicised green activists. This can be achieved if natural sciences are given the respect they deserve at the school, undergraduate, and postgraduate levels.


Indeed, I am a plebeian, and you might feel that you, too, could write a rant about the plight of our urban lives. Urban development and municipal experts have many solutions to propose, but few are willing to take action. However, that is not the issue I wish to highlight. I aim to illustrate a much larger concern—that Indian city dwellers are disoriented and devoid of nature, lacking a guiding star to lead them toward a brighter future. Our cities of Mumbai, Delhi, Bengaluru, Ahmedabad, Kolkata, and Chennai have taken on characteristics reminiscent of Jetson-like cities. We show little regard for the Nagar Devata, Gram Devata, and Van Devata, who have protected the cities, towns, and forests that once surrounded us. We wait for formal governance to clean up our beaches, rivers, and ponds without making sufficient efforts to prevent pollution in the first place.


For those striving to grasp spirituality not through the Puranas and Aadi-Granth but through new-age podcasts, I recommend watching Vinay Varanasi’s podcast on Bhagavan Vishnu’s Dashavatar. If it is clear that Bhagavan Vishnu does not tolerate disregard for Bhudevi or Mother Earth, why do we, the devotees of Bhagavan Vishnu, continue to pollute our Mother Earth—her air, soil, waters, and sounds? Or have we taken Elon Musk's words at face value, assuming our next destination is Mars after destroying Earth, only to ruin Mars later, even worse than its current clinically sterile state? If that is the case, then bear with me when I say this: these Jetson cities stand on precarious pillars of ego, victimhood, apathy, and consumerism, waiting to be toppled either by the true harbingers of order or by false prophets. Therefore, teach the next generations to observe nature, appreciate our coexistence with other species, and venerate the forces of nature. By doing so, we humans will be good, at least for the next thousand years. If not, prepare for a bleak future by the end of this century.


(The author is a Space and Emerging Technology Fellow at the Centre for Security, Strategy and Technology, Observer Research Foundation, Mumbai. Views personal.)

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