National Sports Development Bill

National Sports Development Bill 2011- Much ado about nothing

The National Sports Bill 2011 has been in news for all the wrong reasons

The National sports Bill 2011 simply lacks vision. The Bill which intends to bring private sports federations under Government control is hell bent on exercising its power on one particular private body- the BCCI.

I have three arguments as to why the BCCI should be left alone in peace, without Government intervention. One, the BCCI has contributed immensely to the development of Cricket in India, giving none the opportunity to question the organization’s internal management or flow of funds. Besides, the body has always functioned independently and smoothly since 1928, holding its own elections and more often than not, emerging successful in all its endeavours. A powerful private body for Cricket in India, the BCCI can decide best for itself. Therefore, a Government say in BCCI matters will only lead to more conflicts of opinion, disrupting the functioning of the Board of Cricket. Two, as a private body, the BCCI has the rights to take care of its affairs itself, including monetary. The BCCI is entitled to all the rights that a usual private organization is, particularly because the body must flourish for the progress of Cricket in India. The commercial aspect of the national body is thus significant and must not be glossed over. Three, the law itself does not necessitate Government control over this sports federation, since the BCCI needs meager Government assistance, unlike other sports federations, which depend heavily upon the Government assistance.

The Bill is also somewhat misguided, with political overtones, considering especially that a hue and cry was made over the BCCI itself or other miniscule matters, such as the age limit of those heading NSFs. Did these issues actually require so much attention?

In a country where Cricket is religion, talented sportsmen are on the lookout for sponsors and training programs, the stadiums need infrastructural refurbishment, every village is home to budding sportsmen, should matters such as the ‘government control over BCCI’ or the ‘age limit’ should have really taken centrestage?

Myself

The Bond with myself

I want to keep my first post as simple as possible. And so I thought, perhaps an introduction of myself would do.
When it comes to describin myself, I shun parallels, cliches, oxymorons etc. I am not a bird, no. I am not a mountain, no. I am not a flowing river, no. I am just myself, sans comparisons or contrasts. At the same time, I am not 'different' or hatke. I am very much like most girls you come across on a street or in a restaurant. I laugh when I feel like, smile when I want to, dance when you play my music, shopping excites me.
I am an ordinary girl, the girl-next-door types if you will, who loves writing, music, history, art, music, or perhaps anything else that transports her to a different world or gives her enough space to connect with herself.
It may shock you, but birds and insects make me happy. I am friends with them, I feel. It gives me immense pleasure to see an insect crawl, and when a bird rests on the fance of my balcony, I want to shake hands with it, smile at it. This takes me to a different conversation altogether! Why do we chain dogs? Is it fair to tie them to a collar? Do they not feel strangled? Humanistic, yes. I am a bit too compassionate and too much of a human being, so much so, that at times, I feel out of place!
The smallest of things can make me sad, but on the flip side, a pizza, a stimulating discussion, or holding hands with someone special can make me happy.
I understand myself quite well, but haven't been able to figure out if I am materialistic. Perhaps not, for it is an affectionate gesture that makes me happier than a costly gift, or whatever you call it.
Why am I here? Will keep it plain. I love writing. It is who I am. Give me a roomful of noisy people, and give me a pen and a paper (I wouldn't mind a computer/ laptop either), and I'd write like no one's reading. That's what writing does to me.
Anyway, perhaps I should go now. This was just a brief idea of who I really am. Likethere is more to everyone, there is a lot more to me too. But for now, creating this blog and writing my first post has done the needful- that is, quieten the storm that was raging within me. I sign off, smiling.
And sorry for having a cliche for my first post! But it was necessary!