Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Team 18 - Poems of the Heart - Part II

Hey guys glad you liked the first part, although not all of you left comments. Special thanks to Medini and Sidharth R for doing so. Now for the other 6 people that I still have to weave out a few lines for. Since Medini and Raman were the first to show their appreciation, I ll write about them first.






Sidhrath Raman : Who should have got the wild card he deserved



When you hear his last name, you immediately think Tenali, Tenali,
He is so sober, innocent, and from his mouth you will hear no Gali.
A software engineer from Pune but who resides in Thane,
Everytime I needed Strepsils, "Raman gaya usse Lane".
The silent spectator in every one of our conversations,
But his roaring laughter needed no indication,
Of whom it was coming from and when did he get there?
Even Hemant's most perverted jokes, he would bear.
An ardent sports lover, especially that of cricket,
A watchful batsman who protected his wicket.
With excellent Diction would have made a good presenter,
Jatin and Hemant were truly his mentors.
Unfortunate among us all to be eliminated, but yet he went out smiling.
ESPN knows it, and very soon your number they will be dialing.



Medini :


Terribly sorry for including you in the list so late,
Otherwise I know you would have in store for me a terrible fate: P.
But all said and done you were extremely soft spoken and sweet,
Charismatic features making the boys heart skip a beat.
At First tall, intimidating and dominating to Vinayak it did seem,
An all rounder with valuable insights you were to our team
Open, approachable, friendly and extremely candid,
You made quite an impression on everyone especially Sid.
Your journalistic style attributes to your innumerable skills,
Kept you steadfast in Round I during the judges Drills.
Although the production team may have moved you to tears,
The success you gain here forth, will take you ahead for many years.
An Eloquent speech you can deliver with such a voice,
You’re new Job with Cricinfo, makes all 17 of us REJOICE.


Sacith:

The King of sarcasm, always displaying humor with wit,
Sports was a passion so commentary did seem fit.
Talkative and verbose, in an argument he always had his way,
I guess that all comes from being a veteran RJ.
Fluent in English, Hindi as well as Kannada,
Among the Bangaloreans, he was Sabse Bada.
When it came to Shireen, he would hover across as if he was pulled by a magnet,
Would offer girl advice to Vinayak, saying for the future it will get him all set.
As Glen says he was a pro and knew his way around a microphone,
But mate your flirting skills, you really do need to hone.
So we previewed Mirchi’s Best Kannadiga RJ from Bangalore,

After he finishes his show, I’m sure his fans ask for an ENCORE.





Karthik Kannan :


A computer engineer who’d stick with programming software,
Mishra would often say “Karthik come HAIR”.
Always up in his room busy working on his laptop,
Uploading videos and pictures which were ready to crop.
Every day to day incident found its way online since he was an active blogger,
A reserved eater at the dinner table, unlike some of us Hoggers.
For every small incident, Karthik with his camera would go click click,
Sacith told him not to be embarrassed while clicking pictures with chicks.
Karthik took a picture while we took the mickey and made Vinayak the bunny,
To which Jatin replied “you think its f******ing funny”.
L. Sivaramkrishnan look alike they told him on Cricket Crazy,
Although he was nt the most active, he certainly was nt lazy.
While reporting on scene, a tinge of Tamil accent did arise,
But when offering me advice, he certainly did seem wise.







Nishant Majithia:


“Yet so close and yet so far”, who knows this better than him,
He came back yet again with more experience and talent filled right up to the brim.
The true pride of Orissa, he came back with courage and zeal,
Slowest eater at the table, irrespective of the meal.
Calm, reserved and always had a cigarette lit,
As far as commentary goes he certainly was a hit.
Having pursued his passion since such an early age,
His words of wisdom are almost that of a wise sage.
Perizaad said he was the best in commentary in Dhaka,
I’m sure you ve made everyone proud, matha, pitha aur Kaka.
Unfortunately the judges did nt get the Indian system of you eating Paan,
But having come here all the way, aapne badaya Cuttack khi shaan.
You ve done your share of commentary from the barabati stadium,
Describing factually the fall of wickets and using many an idiom.
Your humility in victory and graciousness in defeat makes you outstanding from a mob,
Your work and passion is the same thing at cricbuzz and that’s truly a Dream Job.
Although you were nt the winner, for the judges it was a hard decision which they took.
It does nt matter mate, for your efforts your still a winner in my book.



Pooja Teckchandani:

Pooja oh pooja the grandma of all of us at team eighteen,
The last one to be seen arriving in the evening at seven thirteen.
Qualifications galore, with an impressive resume highlighting MBA,
She’s from the commercial capital, the bustling city of Bombay.
Caring considerate she even helped us iron our clothes and helped us fold,
But when it came to work, it had to be done well or she would scold.
Underestimated talent and potential and she went to surprise,
Bonded well with all of us and did build strong ties.
A pleasant demeanor, although when she screamed her voice was shrill,
But she had her valid reasons, and was nt doing it for thrills.
During the roving reporter task, she did all the planning,
The crew had it easy, and pooja even planned the camera panning,
Accordingly to suit the background in need,
Was just one of the few accomplished of pooja’s deeds.
Sadly for her exit came about due to a Sports Quiz,
Not her forte, but she’s queen in the Marketing Bizz.
Meticulous and Organized is this Executive Consultant,
Soon with a sports channel she will land a stint.

Hope you guys liked it for all 17, as for the 18 th victim, let that be anonymous. I guess I need one of you poetry in motion people to write one for me then.

Signing off for now,

Akshobh Giridharadas

The Chelkan Lives on.


5 comments:

Siddharth Raman said...

dude.. awesome!!!! to come up with all this in such a short span of time.. keep it up da!!

Kartik Kannan said...

amazing poems da...

its got stuff and at the same time crisp to the point...tooo good man

U have a writer in you. Akshob, why dont u start a cricket blog parallely, great profile building excercise...

Chelkan said...

Thanks karthik, never considered blogging much, but I guess I ll take a little more advice about blogging from you before starting.

Unknown said...

Akshobji...Too much dude...amazing...i'm inspired...here's my fake imitation...
You write about Roving reporter , planning and camera panning...i read it knowing the truth and so my heart is WHINING :)

Arvind Iyengar said...

Super poems dude, you clearly have a hidden talent. And while I might not get up to the mark, let me try my hand in writing one to the 18th "anonymous" contestant:

Claims to be twenty, but not a year over eighteen,
A crazier gunners fan the world wouldn't have seen.
Spontaneous and witty and full of energy,
Especially in addressing his fav. Mishraji.
So many words per minute and never out of breath,
In debates he would never give up till death.
Akshobh is the name, but its very hard to pronounce,
His constant chat would his presence announce.
Dude you've started young and will go very far,
Just be sure to (not) get drunk on beer at a bar.
Remember to be composed and keep your cool,
When you make it BIG stay in touch with this fool.
Talent you have plenty off, among a chosen few,
Just like the greatest footer club they call Man U!

Great stuff Akshobh, you the man!