Australia ended a test match in two days. England is playing a new brand of test cricket - Baz-Broad Era - finding results even on the most dead pitches. Cheteshwar Pujara scores his fastest century in India’s winning cause. Test cricket is cheating and teasing around with the T20 format. Not just that, I even saw Ben Duckett play right-handed and Ollie Pope play left-handed for the most part of a Test match against Pakistan.
“Arre Bhopal mein kiske affairs nahi hote”, says Ayushmann Khuranna in Doctor G as he refers to an affair of his friend. There was another affair in Park Chan Wook’s yet-another meditative masterpiece - Decision to Leave. An unbelievable love between the suspect and the investigator unfolds in shots and emotions that’ll stay with you even after the water hits the shore. There’s a moment in Good Will Hunting, when Matt Damon, just to get Robin Williams worked up, looks at his painting and says - “Maybe you ended up with the wrong woman?”
Cricket and Cinema - are something I love and probably I’d always be honest with my interactions with them. But just looking at an unconscious, subliminal cheating - not the direct kind - as in it’s either in a fictional form or a paradigm shift that’s coming into the picture because of the changing game, there’s a small thought. Cheating would be a slightly extreme word but there is something about cheating that always exists around our conversations with these two forms of entertainment.
We always like discussing and associating match moments to be a form of cheating us. We always feel we got cheated out of a movie when we pay a lot for the tickets and travel and the movie just disappoints us. We love to believe that every game in the IPL is scripted. There’s a lot of cheating in the fundamental idea of a game becoming too big of an entertainment source. But even though we know that they are all just speculations, we like to believe. I mean we like talking about it but we don’t have proof of it at all. It’s all just harmless fun. Sasti masti. Cheap thrills. Even international events feel like it. Even Argentina and Messi winning feels scripted for a few Twitterati. You either love the story you witness or you just think it’s too good to be true. It’s all just views that don’t matter - like this yet-another boring binary edition. But let’s look at it for a moment - the deeper we go into this thought and the more time we spend on earth, knowing information about reality - there’s a greater separation between the two. One of them becomes difficult for a group of people as they keep shifting to an extreme end of the spectrum. Two extreme ends of overthinkers, non-thinkers, surface-level thinkers, influencers, believers, non-believers, etc. all come into the picture and take action. There's very little room for discussion amidst all of this. Can they all co-exist together? That’s the worry I live with - Can we disagree with someone and still be friends with them? Forget even being friends - can we agree to disagree in a world that’s probably cheating us into believing that there’s black and white and we’re white - please like, follow, and subscribe to us.