220 yards is a long distance in namma Bangalore

PRASHANT KRISHNAMURTHY writes from Bangalore: A week may be a long time in politics. But 220 yards is the essence of life.

The politics in Bangalore stinks to high heavens today as the politicians and puppeteers, and their masters and minders, indulge in never-before-seen skulduggery in the Vidhana Soudha and the Raj Bhavan, and at every hotel, resort and spa in between and beyond.

The shenanigans of the well-fed, obscene, inglourious basterds fill you with anger. And disgust. And disappointment. And despondence. And embarrassment. And hate. And negativism. And rage. And shame.

Their core competence is built on failure.

The contrast is available just a couple of hundred yards away on the playing fields of Chinnaswamy stadium, by a short, stock fellow hasn’t put a foot wrong in 21 years, in showcasing skills which will never ever be seen in Bangalore and Birmingham, and at every ground and stadium in between and beyond.

The feats of the little gem fill you with happiness. And pride. And joy. And pleasure. And awe. And love. And positivity. (And envy.)

His core competence is success.

One does business in the dark; the other shines in broad daylight. The credo of one is to conceal; the credo of the other is to reveal.  One is driven by the urge to take the low road; the other knows no other road but the high one. One pulls down; the other pushes up.  For one, self comes comes before State; for the other nation comes above all else. One attracts bricks and barbs; the other collects plaudits and applause.

In climbing Mount 14,000 on Monday (in picture), in crossing his sixth double century on Tuesday, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar shows why every mom would want her son to be him.

In disgracing themselves and shaming us on Monday, and in disgracing themselves and shaming us on Tuesday, the well-fed, obscene, inglourious basterds show why every mom would want her son to be anything but them.

Photograph: K.S.N. Kumar