The splendid Wankhede stadium is a prime example. If you're in Bombay, take a detour and peer in. I'll bet good money you find it empty. No match going on. Of 365 days in the year, is it likely that the Wankhede is in use on more than, taking a wild guess, 50?
Because two factions of cricket administrators were neither adult enough nor capable enough to work out their quarrels, back in the early 1970s, we lost a large open space to this massive stadium. So now we have two massive stadiums -- the Brabourne and the Wankhede -- within shouting distance of each other. How proud we are to have two -- count 'em, two! -- world-class cricket facilities in this city!
Why care that one is used hardly at all, except for the odd match every few years and for its members to sit around sipping tea and samosas? That the other sits idle most of the time? That both stand as monuments to petty politics, greed and -- worst of all -- an utter indifference to citizens' need for space?
I nurture this fantasy: what if that gang of politicking half-men who broke with the Brabourne people, instead of building a stadium, had left the land they acquired as an open field? What if they had put the money involved into a fund that would maintain it well, have it available forever and freely to the ordinary citizens of this great city?
Fantasy indeed. But had they done that, think how many Rahul Dravids and Dhanraj Pillays might have emerged from among those citizens over the last thirty years. Instead of applauding the sporting achievements of more stars like them, we are left with two sterile stadiums where one would have been fine.
The lesson, if we want to learn it: Stadiums don't produce world-class sportsmen. Opportunity, widely spread, will.
I've been thinking about this over the last few years, as I've watched a tiny park near where I live "develop." It used to be a slightly shabby place. Little more than an expanse of scraggly lawn ringed with trees, it nevertheless was the only park in my neighbourhood for children to play in.
Being so, it was always as full of kids, of life, as the Wankhede is dead. Every evening for years, dozens of kids would arrive here to play cricket and football and catch-me-if-you-can, or simply run around excitedly as kids must. Rich kids, street kids, just kids. I once photographed them as they whizzed about and dusk set in. The result was a happy confusion of flung balls, long shadows, trees and leaping young bodies.
Who would have imagined that some people saw this joy as undesirable?
First, some faceless Municipal authority decided to lay concrete "paths" through the grass. That didn't stop the kids. Next, they erected foot-high concrete borders along the edges of the paths. That still didn't stop the kids. Though if you were watching, you'd find your heart in your mouth as they raced after balls and leaped nimbly over the barriers. What if they tripped?
Foiled in their efforts to keep the kids out, the faceless men turned to a private group. At considerable expense and with much effort, they "beautified" the park. The lawns are manicured, the borders are painted red, there are rows of cannas, a new fence and a gate that can be locked. There's a large, gorgeous gazebo, where the private group and whoever else is interested can hold discourses and meetings and prayers and much else of lofty import.
The park looks lovely. It also attracts very few kids. So we have our homegrown oxymoron right here: a nearly kid-free park. "All are permitted to enjoy" this "smiling peaceful zone", says the board at the entrance. But smiling or not, "playing cricket/any games" is "strictly prohibited."
Want to find the children who used to play here? You won't have to search very far. I still see them every evening. They still play their cricket and football, or simply run around excitedly as kids must. Just a hundred yards away. On the road. Dodging the Palios and Scorpios that are parked everywhere, the Indicas and Zens that zip so prettily past and through them.
I am so proud of our cars. So proud of that gazebo. So proud of our two world-class cricket stadiums. So proud of my world-class city. Never mind the kids.
March 22, 2005
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Excellent. Hence my viewpoint. If the stadiums (stadia?) and parks were owned by private entities, there would be no cause for complaining about wasted public money. No taxpayers would lose anything. And, guess what, the private owners would have found ways to use the space for some other things in order to make money (concerts, events etc.)
The tragedy of commons is caused by 'eminent domain'. We can complain all we want, but the government will never use public resources in a way that makes common sense, regardless of how well 'planned' it is.
Reminds me of a time when we were waiting on the Mayiladuthurai railway platform. The famous mosquitos and the sweltering heat were giving us a horrid time. The only fan in the whole platform was running inside an unmanned booth named 'May I help you?' My brother, naive that he was, went and sat inside the booth. After all, it was for the public and the fan was running waste anyway, right?
Of course not. Immediately an official came running from inside and chased my brother away from the booth. Then, with a satisfactory smirk, the public servant went back inside. The solitary fan continued to fan the absent servant, while we, the masters, sweated it out.
Statism is the root cause of pretty much all that is evil in this world. Every day, governments all over the world do things that kill, maim or injure millions of people. When the state merely does things that defy common sense, it is time to rejoice since that is the least harmful behavior on the part of the government.
Are you aware of Cross Maidan and Azad Maidan (of the 100 simultaneous cricket matches fame)? Oval Maidan and Cooperage?
And Marine Drive? All in the Colaba-Churchage area.
And surely you must have had the pleasure of playing gully cricket with a worn out tennis ball, or the obiquitous MRI red ball.
You are right, there is a severe lack of public spaces in Bombay. To get am idea of what children should have, go to Chandigarh. Almost every sector has 8-10 playgrounds... or empty lots with swings etc. there. Somewhat like the 5 gardens area of Matunga. Playing cricket was never a problem in Chandigarh :)
Is your stand against stadia taking over playing space from children or against multiple stadia serving the same purpose?
If the former, try looking at it through this glass: if there weren't these stadia where kids and sundry could go and watch their idols/role models play the game, there's no way they are going to take up the game seriously is there?
Case in point: kho-kho is a far, far easier game than cricket to setup and play - requires less space, no equipment (not even the tennis ball), doesn't break windows, can be played anywhere, et al ... how come you and I don't see it being played in every nook and cranny? Cricket? Oh the case is different isn't it?
If your ire was directed toward multiple stadia for the same purpose, no comments :-)
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why are we like this? at a time when the rest of the world is stressing so much on free space and play area for kids we have a community that goes against it. and bombay is becoming a hellhole. a place no-one would want their kids to grow up in. something needs to done about this overloaded, people-infested city.
Good point. Wankhede was a case of the chickens coming home to roost. I'm sure you know that the stadium was built by the BCA to snub the snooty dominion of the elitist CCI. In other words, the Wankhede was "amchi" stadium while the Brabourne was "theirs." [Snooty ex-princes, industrialists and civil servants - most of them non-Maharastrians]
Notwithstanding the fact that a city does not need two cricket stadiums at public expense, if the BCA were truly non-elitist, they would have built it in Thane or Goregaon or Chembur. The post 80s generation of Mumbai cricketers came from the suburbs. The post 80s generation of Indian cricketers came from mofussil towns. Quite visibly, there has been some amount of even-ing out.
Sadly, knowing how things work, if WS was not constructed, the empty space on which Wankhede was built would've been occupied by some ghastly building instead of being converted into a public park.
Any guesses on why the faceless men turned the park into this kidless exhibit?
the least the leaders can do is to throw open the stadium to kids who wish to play. Maybe decide on certain days and timings and days for maintenance work.
I do damn wish that the government come up with some good libraries, people have become addicted to Idiot box.
Thats so thought provoking.
Its a pleasure to read your writing...
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