Sunday, February 17, 2008

Aamchi mumbai in early 1900's


Train coming out of Parsik tunnel in early 1900’s. It is the first rail tunnel of India. Near thane.One entry exit point is at mumbra.I travel thru this everyday !! It is 1.3 km in length and is in the sahyadri range. The hills are known as Parsik hills
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Gowalia tank- grant road, Mahatma Gandhi gave the call for Civil disobedience movement here in 1942. Also famous for “Simon Go Back” i.e the August Kranthi
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Marine Drive 1930
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Bullock Carts in Mumbai !!
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Ballard pier in South Mumbai had a railway station !!!
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Frontier Mail chugging out of Ballard Pier Railway Station
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Churchgate Railway Station, 1930
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Churchgate railway station 1910
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Thursday, January 31, 2008

A Tribute to Bobby Fischer - the Chess Legend




The chess maverick and legend Bobby Fischer died this month (on 18th jan 2008) in Iceland at the age of 64.

The US-born player, who became famous for beating Cold War Soviet rival Boris Spassky in 1972, died of an unspecified illness.




He became a US chess champion at 14 and then the youngest grandmaster a year later. He achieved world fame after playing a world championship match in Iceland in 1972, beating title-holder Spassky.




The so-called chess "match of the century" came to be seen as a proxy for the Cold War, as the Soviets had held the world title since World War II.

Mr Fischer, the individual who had triumphed over the might of the Communist system, became an American hero.



The 1972 match made chess fashionable beyond imagination. Every person ,be it a chess player or a layman, seemed to know who Fischer was and how the match went about...especially Fischer's eccentricities.


He lost the world chess crown in 1975 after refusing to play against his Soviet rival Anatoly Karpov and retired from chess when he was at his peak possibly bcoz he didnt find any player worthy enuf to challenge him.


He was an extremely reclusive personality and lived undetected in Japan for a number of years. US tried to extradite him to US to punish him for illegally playing Boris Spassky in a return match in 1992 in Yogoslavia an alien country for US at that time.



BORIS SPASSKY HIMSELF WROTE A LETTER TO THE US PRESIDENT GEORGE BUSH IN 2004 REQUESTNG TO PARDON BOBBY FISCHER.


What can be a more fitting tribute than ur sworn opponent praising and fighting for u? REPRODUCING THE LETTER HERE.

"Appeal to President Bush from Boris Spassky


Mr. President,


In 1972 Bobby Fischer became national hero. He smashed me in the match in Reykjavik. The Soviet chess hegemony collapsed. One man won against a whole army. Soon after that Fischer stopped playing. He repeated the sad story of Paul Morphy. At the age of 21, legendary Paul had beaten all leading European masters and became unofficial champion. He stopped playing and finished his tragic life at the age of 47 in New Orleans in 1884.
In 1992, twenty years after Reykjavik, there was a miracle. Bobby resuscitated and we played a match in Yugoslavia. But at that time there were sanctions against Yugoslavia forbidding American citizens any sort of activity on the territory of Yugoslavia. Bobby violated the instructions of the State Department. He became the subject of a warrant for arrest issued on December 15, 1992 by the US District Court. As for me, as a French citizen since 1978, I did not get any sanctions from the French government.

Spassky vs Fischer during the match of the century in Reykjavik in 1972
Since July 13, 2004, Bobby has been detained at Narita airport on immigration violations. Further events have been described by media.
It is clear that the law is the law. But Fischer’s case is not usual. I am an old friend of Bobby since 1960 when we played in Mar-del-Plata and shared 1-2 places. Bobby is a tragic personality. I realized this at that time. He is an honest and good natured man. Absolutely not social. He is not adaptable to everybody’s standards of life. He has a very high sense of justice and is unwilling to compromise as well as with his own conscience as with surrounding people. He is a person who is doing almost everything against himself.

I would not like to defend or justify Bobby Fischer. He is what he is. I am asking only for one thing. For mercy, charity.

If for some reason it is impossible, I would like to ask you the following: Please correct the mistake of President François Mitterand in 1992. Bobby and myself committed the same crime. Put sanctions against me also. Arrest me. And put me in the same cell with Bobby Fischer. And give us a chess set.


Boris Spassky10-th Chess World Champion08.07.2004 "

He was granted Icelandic citizenship in 2005 as a way to avoid being deported to the US.This was the same country where the historic Fischer- Spassky match 1972 had happened. Bcoz of this match Iceland became hugely popular and this was a great way to repay Bobby Fischer.
His cult book " My 60 Memorable Games" is a source of inspiration to each and every chess enthusiast . Like his book , Bobby Fischer will be etched in my memory for ever.









Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Christmas 1987 - My dream came true !!



It was in 1987. I was 7 years old. Christmas was there. All I knew about holidays was that there would be lots of people around! New clothes!! Gifts n goodies, sweets and dry fruits! Cricket! Some party! I was looking forward to all the fun.

I woke up in the morning and yet lay in bed. I had had a dream. A dream of dad bringing a Christmas cake in the evening. Now, cakes were a rare concept in my house. Even on birthday’s we never brought any cakes. And so a full blown cake…a huge chocolaty one…fluffy to the max….being brought home couldn’t be easily brushed off. Moreover, a type of cake, which I had never laid eyes on before. If u have seen the original Christmas cakes u would realize how adorable they are. No cream, no fancy stuff. Just a huge fluffy cake with lots of nuts. Even searching for those nuts is like a treasure hunt!!

So, I pulled myself out of bed, went to the drawing room. Grandpa was telling all plans for the Christmas to mom. Dad had gone to handle some business related work. I told them that dad would be bringing a chocolate Christmas cake in the evening. I had seen it in my dream and I described the cake.

Evening came and so did dad. He was carrying a huge box. Grandpa said what I had told. We took the cake out of the box and lo!! Behold!! There it was. My dream had come true.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Stalking


October 2004. A serene evening in Tatanagar (Jamshedpur). I love these small towns. Slow pace. Greenery all around. Helps me to think up really whacky ideas.

I was playing in a chess tournament at J.R.D. Tata Sports Complex. And Staying at my cousin’s place in a society near the heavenly Dimna Lake. Anu (cousin) goes totally berserk whenever I stay. Just 1 hour in their house. And they start feeling as if they are the guests J. Also my total pampering of her school going daughter Meenu. All her control on her is diluted in few minutes. I took out Meenu once and we had a competition of eating maximum no of ice-creams. The best that was available. Thunder, lightning in the house that day. Dark clouds on Anu pinni’s face. And my innocuous suggestion that since we had a lot of sweet that evening we should go out and eat theeka paani puri didn’t go well with her. Wonder why?

But this write-up is about one specific evening. Let’s get back to that.

Tournment was mid-way. After 2 strenuous games brain was fatigued. The only thing I could think straight after that was about chess. Mechanically I started for home.

I was waiting for a 6-seater outside sports complex. A young beautiful lady (around 21 years) was waiting there too. After 5 minutes a 6-seater came and we got in. We got to the city centre. From there I took a bus to some place. Don’t remember the name. The lady was also in the bus. She started looking at me furtively. Since I consider myself as handsome, I didn’t mind some young lady checking me out. Plus I was totally engrossed in thoughts about the games that I had played. I have great visualization ability, so I didn’t need a chess board in front of me to analyze a game.

She got down at a stop. I got down too. She walked to the end of the road. I followed. She crossed the road to go over to the other side to the rickshaw stand. I did the same. She got into one headed for Dimna. Did I have any other choice? I got in too.

By this time I could feel the tension in the air. Something was amiss with her. We reached Dimna auto stand. We got down. Now 4 lanes. She took the one I had to. I paused for a few seconds. Then started moving. 3 minutes walk to the society for me. She was totally hyper by now. She entered the society. I entered too. Now 9 buildings in the society. Each named after a river. She got to the entrance of one. Poor me. That was where I too had to go. She was glaring at me with blazing eyes. I wanted to appreciate the beauty of her eyes. Sanely, I didn’t. She allowed me to enter the apartments first. I got up to the first floor…trudging as slowly as I could (I found this totally amusing and so started playing along) . Rang the bell. Anu opened the door .The dear lady came up by that time. And rang the neighbouring flat’s bell.

Didn’t try to get to know her. As u all know, i am a saint :)